Newbie, Part Four

Hey You Out There!

Okay, I couldn’t finish reading this week’s post because the story makes me too horny and Hubby just left to go to work. Arg! While I’m getting more writing done, I miss having him at home. Man, he was handy for “research.”

Okay, another exciting week in Michelle Land. Meaning, I’ve written a bunch of stuff and taken a bunch of walks and did the dishes and made the bed, but mostly I’ve been watching the World Series. GOOOOOOO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whooo-hoooo! They are kicking ASS!!! I can’t believe how excited everyone is in the Bay Area. Everywhere I go, I see orange and black and everyone is happy. Amazing. This area really needed a shot in the arm of happiness, let me tell you. With 2 out of 5 households with someone unemployed, it’s been pretty dismal around here. What’s even more amazing is how diverse our populous is and how baseball has brought us all together. Really cool.

Now let’s see how they do in Texas. Too bad I’m gonna miss most of the game on Saturday, but there’s always highlights. But the funniest thing? I don’t even like sports. But I’m loving these games.

Anyway, hope all is well with you and here is the next installment of Newbie.

Hugs,
Michelle



“Ow—ohhh!” The pain melted into wonderful longing; Angela writhed in his lap.

“No moving!” he said, thundering into her ass with fiery strikes. Her mind didn’t know where to go; she was torn between pain and pleasure—tantalizing feelings that verged on climax—she’d never been more confused nor so aching to come.

Bill stopped and rubbed her ass while lightly tickling her clit. “Don’t come, baby, or I’ll really let you have it.”

“Oh, Bill, I’m so close. So close,” she moaned.

While he teased Ground Zero, he slid his hand down between her legs and slipped a finger inside her, sending shockwaves of lust throughout her body. Balling her fists and clenching her teeth, she fought off her impending orgasm with everything she had.

“Oh, baby, you are wet, aren’t you?” She could hear the smile in his voice, but her thoughts were so topsy-turvy, swirling with the most painful desire she’d ever felt, she could barely comprehend his words.

Her sex pulsed with longing; every thrust of his finger brought her closer and closer to the edge. How long could she stand this?

She poised, right on the edge, lost in a vortex of want, trying desperately to stave off her climax.

In one quick motion, he removed his finger from her sex and laid a solid spank across her sit spots. Her sex detonated into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced—it felt like her head got blown completely off her shoulders. She screamed a deafening roar, bucking wildly against his hand, thrashing so hard, he had to fight to keep her on his lap.

She cried out for a long time, grinding against his hand, her entire body throbbing with spent desire.

Right as she got her breath back, he laid into her ass with formidable spanks; sending shockwave after shockwave through her sex; causing her to have little extra mini-orgasms with each strike. She reeled. All this from a spanking? This was crazy!

He spanked the top of her ass, then rained down on her sit spots with fiery hits. She squealed with delight and shuddered from the spectacular ecstasy the spanks brought her. She began anticipating the swats, raising her ass higher in the air, encouraging him to spank her harder. He obliged until he was full on spanking her; she relished every single slap to her upturned bottom.

Abruptly, he stopped, picked her up off his lap and tossed her back onto the bed on her back. Diving between her legs, a hungry, dark and wicked look in his eye, he ripped her panties all the way off and assaulted her clit with his amazing tongue.

Two seconds of that and she shot off to the moon, bucking up against him, writhing against the softness of his comforter. Growling, he pinned her to the bed and tormented her, bringing her to more climaxes than she could count.

Lost in a sea of tortured longing and exquisite stimulation; she was barely aware that he’d stopped and moved off the bed. Pressing her hand to her sex—almost on auto-pilot—she moved against herself, moaning, until he pushed her legs apart and entered her.

As soon as his hard tool hit her g-spot, she was gone. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she became like an animal; she clawed at him, punched up at him, some part of her wanted to tear the flesh from his body and eat him alive.

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head, his gaze harsh, his expression fierce. He drove inside her, harder and harder; she screamed and lost all touch with reality. Images of him came at her in bits; his chest, his hard tool, his blue gaze burning into her like laser-beams. All she could do was come. And come again. And come some more. Climax after climax rocked her body, she couldn’t breathe, she could only cry out.

Right when she began to gray out from hyperventilating, he plunged inside her even more deeply; his tool becoming even harder and bigger. He screamed loud and long, his body jerking with his release, grinding his hips into her, his screams turning to growls as he finished.

He released his grip on her wrists and collapsed beside her; breathing heavy; covered in sweat.

It took her a good long time to come to; she concentrated on getting her breath back and gradually, the room came into focus.

She shook her head to get sense back into it and looked over at him. His gaze caught hers and they both began laughing.

“Okay, I guess you could say I like spanking,” she said.

He laughed harder and reached out for her. She rolled over and he took her in his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away he winked at her. “Wow, honey, you’re an animal. You just keep getting crazier and crazier—man, you are one hot little firecracker is what you are. I feel like I won the lottery with you, girl.”

“You? Me. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I thought I was frigid.”

He burst out laughing so loudly, it almost hurt her ears. “Oh, that’s a good one. Frigid. Your ex was an asshole, honey. And an idiot.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

“I thought he was a jerk the first time I met him. Now I really think he’s a jerk.”

“No more than I do.”

Bill rolled up onto his elbow and smiled at her. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

His words hit her like a frying pan upside the head. She could only stare at him with her mouth open. He’d never said the “L” word before. Bill always played his emotional cards close to his vest. She’d fallen in love with him that first week, but didn’t let him know that. Tears stung her eyes.

His brow furrowed; worry lines appeared around his mouth. “Did I just blow it?” he asked. “I thought you—“

She attacked him with a kiss, cutting him off mid-sentence. She pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Bill, I love you so much it feels like my heart is about to explode!”

His shocked expression quickly turned to amusement. He laughed and crushed her in a hug. “You scared me there for a second, honey. I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t think of me that way.”

“Uh, no. I’ve freakin’ loved you from that first week we were together.”

“Really? Me, too.”

She pushed him away, to stare at him, slack-jawed. “You did?”

“I sure did. Now come here, we got some celebrating to do,” he said, bringing her to him, his mouth closing over hers.

©2010, Michelle Carlyle