Lucien
He threw his head back, eyes closed tight as he groaned. He knew he was close to spurting his seed, his meaty hands moving faster and faster as he gripped his shaft. He imagined himself ramming into her, the woman he simply could not get over, the woman who had teased him till he was on the brink of madness.
And heard a soft gasp of surprise.
Whipping his head around, he turned to glare at the person who had dared to enter his private, hallowed space.
Proserpina stood there.
Her lips were parted, her eyes devouring him.
She was still clad in the shirt which clung to her body. As she stood in the bathroom in the doorway, staring at him, her soft lips parted, a look of longing on her face.
He stopped, his erect manhood twitching in ownership as he turned to face her, arms hanging limply at his sides.
His entire body suggested that he would pounce on her in that narrow space. Take her and make her pay for teasing him so mercilessly, for toying with his feelings.
Her eyes dropped unbidden to his erect manhood that was pointing towards her. The colour rose in her cheeks and he saw her nipples harden in response to the primitive, centuries-old call of man to his mate.
Lucien snarled at her, his lips drawn back, a primitive look of ardour on his face as he said,
"Get your big tits and pus*y the f*ck out of here, woman, before I fuc* you right here."
She did not move, just stood in the doorway of the shower cubicle, her lips parted in a gasp f surprise, wide brown eyes taking in his thick c*ck.
He kept himself in check remarkably well as he growled,
"Get the f*ck out woman," he repeated, in a menacing tone, moving closer to the little figure that stood watching him, her body exposed to his greedy eyes, "Get the f*ck out without showing me your little pussy and those f*cking big ti*s or I swear, I shall teach you a lesson you deserve and make you pay for ..."
He didn't get further.
Shedding her shirt with fingers that trembled, Proserpina stepped forward, pressing her soft rounded shape against his hardness urgently, her arms around his neck, drawing him to her.
Her hands went to his manhood, massaging, stroking lovingly as she tilted her face to his, her great brown eyes soft with passion.
Leaning up to dot his stubbled jaw with light kisses, she whispered, her face turned up to him.
"Please Lucien..."
**
Proserpina
I swayed, openly placing his hands on my breasts that pushed against him, begging him to crush them, to use than cruelly, anything.
'I want you so badly, I'm dying. Please!'
And this time when I looked at him, I knew he could see the longing in my eyes.
'Please,' I said again my voice breaking with my desire for the wonderful man I loved, placing his hand on my stomach.
The look of cruelty, of anger on his face, was replaced by astonishment and wonder. His hands went to my waist, cupping my heavy breasts tenderly, stroking my belly wondrously and cupping my rounded bottom with gentleness.
'I ...don't want ...to hurt you.' he growled, his mouth near my cheek, biting my earlobe, my neck, moving lower as his hands feverishly roamed over my body, pinching my nipples, squeezing my ass, gripping my waist.
The male musky smell of my lover filled my head with a headiness and I arched into him blindly.
I knew that the sex we shared was amazing. But more than that was the knowledge that I wanted to have him in my life forever. We had made mistakes, yes. But I wanted to put that behind us and move on. My love for this harsh man was too great to be denied.
Finally, taking the lead, placing his large hands on my heaving breasts I begged,
' Please, Lucien...Take me now. I want you inside me now, filling me. Please.'
***
It was as though a dam had broken within him.
His mouth descended on mine, ruthless in its demand and I parted my lips eagerly, our tongues intertwining passionately. His hands moved roughly over me, feverishly tugging at my taut nipples that were ready and waiting for his hands. One same calloused large hand slid further down, without his raising his head from my wanton mouth. His probing hand slipped lower down, I rose on tiptoe to reach him, parting my legs just so, uncaring of my rounded stomach coming in between us. Allowing him to thrust his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.
He groaned against my cheek, a rumble of laughter in his chest, as he rubbed his stubbly jaw against my face,
'Ummm...Little girl, you taste of chocolate. And it looks like my son growing in your belly wants me to take things slow this time, eh?'
His words filled me with a warm glow. For the first time, he seemed to be acknowledging his seed in my womb. I murmured appreciatively, covering his jaw with urgent kisses, as I ground my body which was aflame with desire, against his hard, muscle packed physique.
'And you taste of whiskey, you old man.' I moaned,
He raised his head, his eyes glinting as he growled. Raising his head, he watched my lust glazed face as my hands slid over his hard torso, toying with the hardness that kept pushing at my belly, wetly.
"You have a problem with that, little girl?" he growled, his hands tweaking my soft, sensitive nipples. I moaned and whimpered,
'No Sir...I'm sorry Sir' I whimpered, on fire for him. I wanted to make love to him in that shower cubicle, I was that deeply on fire for him.
***
The blaze that leapt into his eyes at my words, although I had meant to taunt him only, made me quiver in response.
I could feel myself dripping with heat, my juices sliding down my thighs, anticipating his large crown and shaft which would pound me any time now.
'F*cking dripping wet, eh?' he rasped as he fingered my sensitive clit and I clutched him, my legs growing weak.
His eyes feasting on my burgeoning breasts, he growled, blue eyes glittering as he said hoarsely.
'Old? Old, eh? I'll show you old, woman...'
When he lowered his mouth and took my breast in his mouth, sucking, biting the soft mounds, and the sensitive nipples, I moaned out loud, arching, pushing myself into him, begging mutely for him to take me there, right there.
He lifted his head, and placed his arms on either side of my face, steadying himself, trying to control himself, while I stood, shuddering with desire, my hands moving over his muscled physique, he said in a hoarse groan.
'Fuck, I've longed for this.'
As he ran his hands over my body, he caressed my round belly with a tenderness, a gentleness, that made me want to cry.
I pulled his head down and kissed him hard, pushing against his hard body.
' Please, Lucien, I whimpered, rubbing myself against him, again, desperate in my need for him, "Please, just take me already..."'