Ian Colter was her Daddy’s right hand man in everything on the ranch and his businesses. Ember had grown up knowing him, he was like a beloved older brother or uncle. She had crushed on him for years. In the summers she would ride in tight little shorts and white tank tops hoping to get even a wink or a nod from the handsome blonde. But he payed no attention, or at least he was mindful enough of the age gap and the fact she was the “ranchers daughter” that he hid it very well. Ember was heartbroken when he married the dark haired brunette from Florida. And then that was it.
She had moved away with her mother when her parents divorced and not seen him for 6 years. But ever since she had moved back into the ranch guest house after dropping out of college, she had seen Ian almost daily and he was looking at her a little differently. Like a bear sizing up a kitten.
Now, with her hair loose and soft around her shoulders, dressed in berry colored pajama bottoms, a stretchy white tee and fluffy gray socks she sat in the quiet living room trying to read her latest book. The hall light glowed just enough to add some comfort to the ambiance.
Ian was standing with shoulders hunched on her front porch peppered in drops of rain. His hair was russet and mussed in the moonlight. The eager gaze on his handsome face sent a pang of something straight to her sex.
Without saying a word she motioned him inside. He stomped his boots and shook his light jacket off. She watched him intently, her arms folded around her waist.
“You’re out past your bed time.” She tried to sound flirty and butchered it. Of course he was. He should be in bed at his home, with his wife.
“You gonna tell on me?” He grinned at her.
She would never. Then to fill the silence, she was so nervous, “Ummm would you like something to drink?” She waved towards the kitchen.
“I’m not thirsty...” Ian stepped close to her taking her elbow in his hand. Her stomach flipped and she felt her cheeks turn warm and pink.
He pulled her into a hug and she resisted the brief urge from her conscience to push away. Pressing against his warm neck she could smell laundry soap and a faint, woody cologne. Like a man well taken care of. He whispered hoarsely, “Em, you’ve gone and grown up on me little girl.”
When they had started the day, saddling fresh horses and bundled up against the early morning chill to move the broodmares to the lower pasture she couldn’t have imagined this is how fast it would have progressed. Humans are animals really, she thought to herself.
The ride back to the house had been tantalizing. Ian’s colt had thrown him after a cottontail spooked him. The green colt had snorted and farted as he ducked his head and crow hopped around for a bit then turned his nose towards the barn leaving them behind in a dead run.
Ian was fine but was pissed. She had to stifle a giggle but failed miserably. She offered him to ride double back to the barn on her roan, draft cross. The gelding was hefty enough to carry them and honestly relished having him close.
Ian had climbed up behind her and leaned in very close to her. The warmth of his body pressed against hers had sent shivers and goosebumps down her neck, chest and back. Soon she started to feel a slight pressure against her bottom and she knew instantly what it was.
Was it the jostling of two bodies in close contact or had it been him reacting specifically because it was her? That was more erotic to her than the erection itself.
They were quiet the whole ride and back at the barn in the alleyway Ian dismounted first and helped her down, even though she needed no help at all. They both looked down at the tent in his jeans.
Ian’s eyes were full of desire, not shame. He pushed into her, poking at her belly with his erection. Sliding his hands up her ribs until his thumbs stroked her breasts looking for her nipples through her bra.
“Goddamn Em, look what you’ve gone and done.” Ian’s lips pressed against her chilled skin.
Ember was in shock but enjoying every second of this. Her body following his lead, turning soft and pliable in his hands. He dipped down to kiss her, no caution or teasing, a full on French kiss that made her yelp in pleasure.
Then as she reached up to touch his hands on her face, her finger grazed the warm, slick gold of his wedding band. She pulled back, reality crushing down around her.
She wasn’t a slut and for sure didn’t want to be a homewrecker. But damn it felt so good. She had plainly seen how easily one could go down this slippery road. Still, she couldn’t shake the thought of his family out of her head.
“Ian, this is....we shouldn’t be doing this.” What was this? She covered her mouth with her hand still feeling the burn of his kiss.
Ian ignored her and continued to kiss her. An experienced, full of intention kiss. “You don’t want this?”
“Of course...for so long. It’s just....” This felt trashy.
He thrust into her again, her belly soft and fragile against his heavy arousal.
“We don’t need to think about anybody else.” His voice was husky and his hands were roving.
“Ian...at least not here please. Let’s talk about it?” She was confused...how was talking about this very wrong situation going to make her feel better?
Ian must have understood because he backed off of her and said he would call her later. She stood next to her horse, shaken and buzzing. Those warm, achy sensations thudding in all of the right spots.
A few hours after Ian texted her.
Ian-“I want to see you.”
Ember-“Okay...are you sure about this?”
Ian-“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have touched you.”
Ember-“That was...a surprise.”
Ian-“I want to touch all of you.”
Ember-“You know where I live..”
That statement felt final, this was happening and no going back.
Ember-“Ian, I don’t want any trouble.”
Ian-“You won’t have any...I’ll see you later.”
A slippery shiver snaked down her spine. Relishing in the way her softness pressed against his tall, sinewy body she let herself ride this heady wave of feeling. But only for a moment.
Ember reluctantly pulled out of his his embrace and tried to clear her head. This was very, very real. She was a 20 year old girl with a crush on an unavailable man, a married man 12 years her senior. They were alone in her hallway at 10 o clock on a Wednesday touching eachother as lovers so. This was very wrong and she knew it. She wanted it though.
“Well I’m parched...I’ll grab you a coke.” She pointed to the dimly lit living room and he took her hint. She heard him sink into the sofa with a sigh. Bud the dog left his spot on the rug and followed her to the kitchen
She grabbed glasses and shakily poured ice and the soda pop. Her heart was racing and her mouth felt chalky and dry. This was what she wanted right? After all she had certainly implied she wanted him here.
After her breathing settled she let Bud out the back door, grabbed the drinks, and returned to the living room. Ember handed Ian the glass and without taking his eyes off of her drank half of it then settled his hands on his knees.
Ember was on the far end of the sofa tucked into the corner. Feeling shy and keeping a distance, why?She toyed with her glass rim and feeling no desire to enjoy the coke, sipping on it anyways. Ian finished the rest of his and settled back down onto the couch.
“Come sit by me Em.” God his voice, has had not ever heard a sexier one.
His left hand was on the head rest cushion closest to her and she immediately noticed he the glint of his wedding band. Ian saw her gaze and shifted his body to her, making no move to hide his hand. He beckoned to her with a curl of his fingers.
Ember set her half finished drink on the side table and looked over at him. God he was handsome. Beautiful even. She guiltily wondered what his wife looked like right this moment. In bed in some matronly rich girl pajamas? Did she know he was with her?
Embers body, specifically her hips, lower belly and the v of her thighs were loose, achey, and throbbing with heat. As if she was floating above taking in the scene from afar she saw herself walk over to Ian. As she approached him she felt her chance to turn back slipping away. Any remaining thoughts of Ian’s family disappeared.
Legs wide, relaxing back into the soft cushion of the sofa he watched her with dark, glittery eyes. She could sense his desire. He met her approach and his 6’3 frame put his face directly level with her soft breasts.
“You pretty little thing.” His voice was hoarse as he pulled her close.
Embers experience with the opposite sex, much less someone years older than her like Ian was extremely limited. And yet her body knew what to do. What it wanted to do. A feral instinct was thundering in her center now, aching to be fondled and torn apart. This was so much more than she had imagined and he had only just barely touched her.
Ian’s hands slid up her torso, his thumbs pressing into the soft underside of her breasts. He groaned in approval at discovering she wore no bra. Pressing his face into the softness of her bosom he breathed in deeply, stroking her back. His hands were large and firm and she knew he could do anything he wanted to her with them and she would let him.
Arching her back and pushing into him Ember reached down to stroke his face. He understood what she wanted and initiated the kiss.
Ian’s lips were wind chapped, yet oddly soft, and smelled of coffee and mint. He was not shy and took her mouth hungrily. His tongue delved between her lips, coaxing her tongue out of hiding. They were both breathing heavily, lips teasing, caressing, sucking each other and she was vaguely aware of being lowered down onto him.
Ian pushed up into her, cupping the soft roundness of her ass. Ember wriggled in his lap and felt his hard bulge push against her hot center. She instantly flushed with heat. His member was big and very hard, obvious even through his Levi’s. A whimper escaped her mouth and she rocked her hips in a circle wanting to feel more of him. More of what she was doing to him.
He responded by pressing his hips up into her, his eyes on her the entire time. She wondered if he could feel how slippery and squishy she was in her panties, soft and ready to be taken.
“Ian please?” She wasn’t sure what she was asking and even less sure he had heard her. Somehow he knew, or at least his answer was good enough for her.
“It’s just you and me right here, right now. Sweet girl, if you say no I won’t ever ask again. I want you, let me have you, please.” His voice was heavy with desire and intent and Ember felt her nipples harden up into little ruby pebbles.
He waited only a moment for her eyes to answer him and then he was up and off of the couch, carrying her easily. She pintes haphazardly to her room behind them at the end of the hall. Kissing at her neck, he fumbled for the light switch and flipped it on.
Dropping her down on the edge of her bed he stepped back as if to take her all in. “Let me undress you.” It was actually more of a statement and Ember nodded eagerly.
Stretching her arms above her head, he tugged her shirt up and bent down to rake his lips across her clavicles and then down between her breasts. After pushing the shirt over her head, he deftly unclasped her bra from behind. Ember watched it fall to the ground unceremoniously, her breasts jiggling lusciously from the release. And then Ian’s lips were on her.
He was ravenous. Nostrils flared, eyes closed in concentration; Ian suckled her creamy flesh as if trying to nurse from her. Ember whimpered her delight in response, her hands roaming the bare, lean muscle of his shoulders urging him on.
When he had his fill Ian pulled back releasing her now puffy and bruised nipples with a sloppy pop. He dropped to his knees and pulled her pajama bottoms down. He took one knee and lifted her leg, shaking her foot out of her pants. He repeated the movement on the other leg and now she stood before him in only her black, cotton panties.
“‘Em, ” he paused briefly to cup her mound with his hand and kiss around her belly button before slowly tugging her panties down to her ankles. “I’m going to eat this pretty, little pussy. I want you to come for me.”
Those graphic and direct words almost brought her to orgasm right then and there. Ember could only manage a strangled squeak and nod of her head. Her breathing was quick and she could feel tiny droplets of sweat between her shoulder blades and at the small of her back.
This first experience of carnal pleasure was more than she had ever fantasized about. Was it like this for every woman? Each part of this dreamy exchange had been so perfect and delicious. As if Ian had known just what to do.
Ian draped her leg over his shoulder. His hands cradled and squeezed her buttocks like two halves of a ripe peach; pulling her to his mouth like a sweet dessert on a delicate platter.
The moment Ian french kissed the aching and slippery flower that was her pussy Ember was consumed by a feminine spell of ecstasy like she had never known. This fulfillment of being caressed and tasted was a deep dive into some dark, silky pool and she never wanted to resurface.
Ian’s expert lips and tongue were sending an onslaught of spasms of pleasure to her core. Stoking a molten brew of lust deep inside of her. It was quickly bubbling over and she knew she was already close to the edge.
Both quenching and fanning the flame of her want, Ian continued his primal feeding of her pussy and clitoris. At some point, he had unzipped his jeans and they now hung halfway down his thighs. She sucked in a breath at the shameless sight of his male virility. The knowledge that he was hard and quivering for her filled her with a salacious pride and possessiveness.
In his right hand, he palmed his thick erection. She was fascinated by the rough stroking and pumping he inflicted on himself. The tip was engorged and shiny, seeping a clear fluid that slithered into his knuckles.
She rocked her hips forward, asking for more oral attention. Ian responded by upping the tempo of his lashing tongue and intensifying the suction on her tiny bundle of nerves. His hands now spread her buttocks apart, exposing the wrinkly rosebud of her asshole to the cool air of the room. His calloused fingers brushed against her anus and he growled into her petals, raking his teeth across her pearl, licking, sucking, devouring, feasting.
Ember felt that familiar, decadent slurry of heat boil up from her sex and her orgasm began to pulse out in what she always thought of as sugary filaments of warm, buzzing light. Her skin flushed a glimmering mauve, her follicles alive and pebbling her skin. Her pussy jerked open and closed rhythmically like a tiny, fleshy camera shutter. This orgasm, the one Ian had given her, shattered through her violently and she was unable to do anything other than crumble into his embrace and murmur sated whimpers to herself. Her pussy and anus along with her cervix deep inside pulsed in unison, the intensity gradually withering.
Ian did not wait for her to come down from her high or to catch a breath. She was luxuriously drowsy now and hiccuping soft gasps of air as her heart thudded lustily in her chest. Before she could mentally prepare herself for the next stage, she was on her back, the silky smooth of the bedspread cool underneath her.
Then the knowledge that he was going to bury this large and very stiff cock into her soft and untouched pussy struck a brief chord of fear and guilt in her chest. She knew she should tell him. It was no small thing. But would the fact she had never been with a man put a damper on the mood? Would he come to his senses and then stop and realize what a mistake this had all been? Did he even suspect she was a virgin?
Ember's body trembled with dark desire. The responsible, moral correctness in her wanted to prevail but there was no room for mushy emotions or sentimental realizations. She was free from obligations and he had made his choice. He had just devoured her pussy, and touched her in the most vulgar and heavenly way possible. He was the married one, not her. And she had orgasmed in his mouth just as he had wanted her to, instructed her to. She wanted to fuck him, not make love to him. At this thought she pushed all others aside and pulled herself up on her elbows, beckoning him with her eyes.
Ian’s right hand guided his bloated tip to her velvety, dripping sex. His cock nudged at her folds and he groaned. A brief comparison to a horse's soft and loose muzzle exploring a palm full of sugar cubes fluttered through her mind. This all seemed like it was happening in slow motion when in reality only half a minute or less had passed since she had melted on Ian’s tongue for the very first time.
Ian looked up at her wildly then focused back down on her “pretty little pussy”, as he had referred to it earlier. And then he was thrusting into her, quick and hard.
Ember yelped out in surprise. The sear of pain was severe and she knew he had torn her hymen. She was no longer a virgin. Bewildered tears spilled down her cheeks.
Why had he not warned her? But then why should he? He had no idea she was an inexperienced virgin. This was not his fault she scolded herself. A virgin would not have lustily spread her legs for his mouth. A virgin would not have willingly let a married man ravage her in such a way. She pushed these thoughts away. He couldn’t know.
Ian was breathing raggedly as he withdrew his rigid cock and sunk into her softness again. Deeper this time. He murmured her name and a few words she couldn’t make out against her neck, jaw, and cheeks as he ground his hips against her, rutting into her tightness over and over.
He was now holding her waist with both hands. Pulling her down roughly onto his cock. He was so strong. His steely, swollen shaft filled her tiny cunt to the hilt and she gasped at the growing pressure as he burrowed into her slippery pussy.
He was fucking her. Unforgiving, primal, animalistic. This was what she had wanted deep down. All of those years of daydreaming about him as a young girl. Culminating in this.
Ember now desperately wanted him to use her for his pleasure only. To tear her innocence open on his older, experienced cock. To fill her with his semen, to dirty her untouched pussy.
She spread her legs as wide as she could underneath his weight, inviting him to push into her deeper. Ian noticed instantly and drug his hands down to her round bottom, spreading her cheeks apart sharply. She twisted underneath him now, reaching for the pleasure that was starting to seep into her walls again.
The pain was subsiding quickly now and the delicious fullness of being impaled on him began to boil. She felt Ian stiffen.
“Baby, you’re too much, this pussy, so fucking tight.” His voice was husky and strained.
He heaved his cock into her one last time and his hips bucked against her rhythmically. Ember could feel his cock pulsing in her aching pussy, spurting thick ropes of warm semen into her womb. Ian was heavy on top of her, his heartbeat thudding through his chest.
She had been so close to her second orgasm! This would have been her first orgasm with a cock plugged into her tightness. The act of orgasming around the thick, rigidness of his arousal would have to happen another time.
Ember breathed in the heady odor of Ian’s hair, sweaty skin, and sex in the air. She sighed contentedly and softly kissed his damp forehead. Ian rolled off of her and lay his head on the soft pillow of her breasts. They both drifted off to sleep.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I had no idea.” Anger and regret filled his eyes.
Ember sat up suddenly on the defense. That had been her secret to tell, not his right to know. She pulled the sheet up, covering her chest. Her cheeks were bright red.
“Because it’s none of your business.” She tried to sound terse. “Besides did you think I was a slut? That I’ve fucked around with plenty of guys?”
Ian looked down and bit his lip. He looked apologetic.
“Darling, that’s not what I meant.” He sat down close to her on the bed. At some point, he had gotten half dressed but he was still topless. Gingerly he laid his hand on her exposed thigh. “I would have done things differently, taken my time. I wouldn’t have been so goddamn rough or selfish.”
At that last sentence, he tightened his hold on her thigh, massaging it and leaning in. His touch was so near to her center that it dissolved her bad mood and she let the sheet she was clutching fall to her lap.
“I loved it all, ” she whispered into his mouth as he kissed her deeply.
“I’m a lucky man to be your first.” She could see this knowledge was turning him on.
Ian caressed her breasts, rolling over her nipple with his thumbs. She arched into him and panted. He pulled at her lips with his mouth then drug down her neck onto her tits. Kissing the curvy globes of flesh and nuzzling her cleavage he denied her what she desperately wanted. She was already juicy with desire.
Ember figured that Ian’s wife was up doing wifely things already, breakfast, lunch, and dealing with kids. She probably didn’t know her husband's beloved face was buried in the bosom of a 20 yr old, freshly fucked girl he had known since she was on training wheels. Freshly fucked by him.
That thought flipped a switch in Ember. She scooted over to him, very aware of her leaky pussy dragging across her sheets.
“Ian...do it differently now, stay with me.” She is pleading with him, her voice sweet and full of need.
“Em sweetheart, I have to get going...I’ll make it up to you, I promise.....I’ve got shit to take care of.” He was looking down at her, drinking the sight of her in.
“Make it up to me now.” Ember was hot with need.
She knew she looked pretty and delicious. Even in her inexperience, she knew there were few things more beautiful than a warm and willing naked girl begging for a man’s cock.
Ember crawled into his lap, warm and naked, pussy dripping wet and aching for him. Her thighs had little smudges of red from her popped cherry and her hair was tangled and wild around her shoulders. Her nipples were taut and blushing deep pink. She had a feeling he wouldn’t resist her, couldn’t resist her.
Fully straddling him she ground her sore pussy, the pussy he had fucked so mercilessly hours before, onto him making sure to get his crotch wet and dirty. Her high breasts rubbed against the wiry hair on his pecs and her hands cradled his strong jaw.
Ian stopped pushing her away and they kissed deeply. He was swearing under his breath, one hand gripping her supple ass and the other frantically pulling his jeans down over his hips. Ember looked down between them at his morning erection, bigger even than he had been last night it seemed, popped out of his boxers and throbbing against her clit.
Instinctively Ember spread her thighs and shifted her hips forward, dragging his cock to her slippery slit. Ian rocked back and forth, the head of his cock rubbing her deliciously from clit to pink little anus.
He looked up at her greedily. “What a nasty little girl. ..you waited all these years for me didn’t you? Nobody touched you til I ate you out, right baby?”
Ember moans and slides across and up and down his cock desperately. Hearing him talk like this, implying she saved herself just for him turns her on wickedly.
“Yes Ian, nobody touched me...I saved myself for you! I wanted you to be my first.” She hopes he can hear her because her moans and pants and breathing seem to drown her words out.
Ian slides his hand down between them, finding her clit. He crushes it with the thick pad of his thumb, rubbing it in a circle and spreading her wetness over the pearly nub.
“How long have you wanted me to pop your tight little cherry Em? Did you rub this soft, pretty pussy thinking about me? Come on, talk to me, little girl.” Ian’s voice is nearly a growl and combined with his touch right on her sensitive clit she is right on the edge.
Ember thinks back to her younger years. Shy at school and lacking the desire to interact with the boys her age she never had boyfriends or anyone who tried to get in her pants. At home, she had touched herself many times, like most girls she suspected. The orgasms were delicious and soft, but nothing like the one caused by Ian’s mouth. He was right, she had thought of him plenty as she inexpertly tugged at her untouched breasts and massaged her tight, virgin pussy.
“Yesss.Ian. I’ve wanted you ever since I could cum. I’ve wanted to do this...” Ember's breathing was quick and frantic as Ian’s other hand made its way to the crack of her smooth buttocks and his finger pressed into her anus. Ember jumped at his invasive touch but he pulled her close and continued massaging both ends.
“Do what? Tell me...tell me you’ve wanted me to fuck your right virgin pussy ever since you were little.” Ian looks up at her intently, eyes dark with dirty thoughts.
Ember's chest and face burn in a quick blush at his demand. She believes she could never bring herself to say those things but her body and her mouth betray her.
“Ian...mmmm...ungh, ” she barely gets the words out as her orgasm starts to bubble up, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me...mmmmmpfh....my virgin pussy ever since I was young.” The last few words are barely a drawn-out whisper as she writhes on him, wet and sloppy.
“Oh Ember, sweet fucking girl, you are ruining me. What a delicious little kitten. Fuck..cum for me. Make a mess on me. Rub your messy pussy all over me.” Ian’s words are lost in her breasts but her body is obeying.
The pleasure is exquisite and her body peaks in a shaking orgasm that leaves her breathless and voiceless as she humps his body rhythmically in time to the pulsing and clenching of her cunt and rectum.
She gushes all over him, his fingers, belly, cock, balls, and thighs. Dizziness fills her head and she has to steady herself on his shoulders. Ian is gripping her waist and the tender spots he bruised last night cry out in protest but she ignores the pain.
Ian wastes no time and while her pussy is still spasming and leaking he shifts his hips upward and drives his cock into her spent cunt, slow and firm. His hands are gripping her ass, spreading her buttery cheeks. The tension at her anus is divine. In and out, he lifts her until just the engorged tip remains at the tight entrance of her ruined pussy, then back in until the full length of his dick is buried tightly in her, only his heavy balls hanging out.
These slow and deliberate thrusts are ecstasy but also make Ember impatient. She lets out a frustrated huff and sits down on him hard, her breasts and ass jiggling. Ian, pleased with this slutty impatience, ignores her and whispers into her ear, “Be patient doll. There will be plenty of time to fuck hard and fast.”
His words make Ember whimper and she nods down at him in submission.
She is intoxicated with this slightly painful but lush pressure of being full of his mature, rigid cock. His slow deep thrusts drag his hard shaft and tip over that secret spongy spot in her pussy, her g spot, and a brief need to piss passes over her. Ian ups his tempo slightly, growling louder into her ear.
Ember feels him swell up inside of her and wonders if he is close to cumming. She decides to focus on her pleasure only this time.
Eyes closed in rapture, she flexes her thighs and ass and grips his erection with her tight, inner muscles, bouncing and sliding on and off Ian. He grips her waist, helping her ride him. He grows silent and watches her intently.
Ember now leans back, planting her palms behind her on his muscular thighs. She has less leverage now but the angle sparks her even closer. Ian takes advantage of her exposed clit and spitting on his thumb and forefinger begins to pinch and tease and rub, helping her get off.
Her breasts jiggle and recoil from the motion of Ember's cock riding. One hand massages and pinches at one grapefruit-sized breast, and the other holds her upright. Her dirty brown hair is slick with sweat around her face and she cries out each time she makes contact with his groin on the down thrust.
Then it happens quickly, much quicker than the night before. Her nerves explode from deep inside her pussy and she shudders around Ian’s cock, a cock that has never been harder than today.
Ember knew it would feel amazing, but the feeling of cumming hard and fast around Ian’s fat, hard cock is heavenly. The tips of her nipples, the wrinkle of her asshole, her exhausted clit, her belly, and every muscle and inch of soft pussy flesh shatter into a million pieces. She feels everything and nothing all at the same time. The tension releasing in her body is like electric dominoes crashing down one after another underneath her skin. All she can hear is her heart thudding violently in her chest. Her hoarse pants and Ian’s words of dirty encouragement are barely a whisper from far, far away.
Ian can’t hold off any longer and with a sharp, quick bite into her shoulder erupts inside of her. She feels his cock swell and contract as he empty’s his seed deep inside her for the second time.
They are both slick with sweat and thrumming with endorphins. Ember gingerly dismounts and feels his warmth slither down her leg. She stands and he kisses her just above her belly button. Ember murmurs something about a shower into his messy hair and she tiptoes to her bathroom.
When she returns to the bedroom wrapped in a warm fluffy towel, Ian is gone. Ember changes the bedclothes and falls into a deep and guiltless sleep. Her last thought is of how she can’t wait to feel him inside of her again.
Hours later Ember wakes to the warmth of the afternoon sun. When she feels her nakedness and finds the bunched-up bath towel she remembers the night before and then the morning earlier.
She can’t help but smile and she can feel her nipples pucker up slightly. Reaching for her phone she hops off of her bed and taps out a text to him.
Ember-“Would love to see you again...soon?”
Ember watches the phone hoping to see the reply dots bounce up and down but the screen is still. She tosses the phone onto her bed and goes to her closet.
In the walk-in, as she rummages through her clothing the reflection of her nude body catches her attention. The body Ian so thoroughly enjoyed hours before.
Ember runs her hands over her breasts, down her hips and belly, then back around to squeeze the curve of her ass. She dips her fingers down between her folds and finds the burning button of her clitoris.
Her knees tremble slightly when the jolt of pleasure pulses through her. Fuck, it feels amazing she thinks to herself. It is as if Ian popping her cherry has exposed a new layer to what her body can feel.
As Ember watches herself in her full-length mirror she can’t help but admire the sexual beauty of her young and responsive body. The ache between her legs is heavy and moist.
Ember, despite feeling a glint of self-consciousness, continues to look at herself in the mirror as she pushes her fingers deeper into her pussy. Pulling them out covered in the clear, slippery wet of her arousal, she smears it over her swollen clit and then back in.
Her breathing quickens and she drops to her knees, spreading her thighs and resting her buttocks on her heels. The position feels delicious and she envisions her pussy hanging like ripe fruit covered in morning rain.
Ember balances herself with one hand and masturbates with the other. Her fingers thrum against her clit, sliding down to push into her pussy and further back to tickle her anus. She wants more and needs more.
Panting softly, Ember brings herself closer and closer to her orgasm. Thoughts of Ian kissing her pussy, fucking hard up into her, and fingering her asshole flash through her mind. She is so close she can feel her heartbeat at her clit.
The pleasure has loosened her up and she drops closer to the floor, frog-like, knees rubbing against the carpet in a burn. Leaning forward in this yoga-like position Ember slides forward onto her chest, her ass high in the hair.
One hand underneath fluttering at her clit and slit, the other behind her and at her ass, pushing into her tight rosebud. The orgasm builds quickly and as she pops one finger roughly past the tight ring of anal muscle she whimpers to herself, “Fuck my ass Ian...fuck me.”
The sensation of one finger buried tightly in her pink back hole and the other sliding deftly over her shiny, slick nub has Ember cumming hard and fast. Her young muscles contract and twitch deliciously, full of strength and tension. Panting, flushed, and buzzing with post-orgasmic static and warmth Ember lays on the carpeted floor until her heartbeat settles.
When she eventually gets up she can immediately see the wet patch on her carpet. It makes her blush and she can feel a twinge of emotion in her chest. The rush of lust coupled with dirty guilt.
Would Ian do what she has just fantasized about? It is such a nasty thing...but he had touched back her there she remembers. She shivers again at the possibility of his heavy erection buried deep in her tight asshole. Fuck. What would his wife do if she ever found out?
“Not my problem, ” she mutters to herself.
Ember cleans up and settles on form-fitting Cruel jeans, a button-down blue, floral blouse, and a pair of square-toed Tony Lamas.
She pulls her hair up into a high ponytail and puts silver hoops Into her ears. Minimal makeup to cover up her blemishes and some lip gloss and she is done.
Ember doesn’t check her phone until a few hours later. She’s in town, finishing up at the library when she reads his text.
Ian-“I can’t do tonight sweetheart. Family....”
Ember ignores the jealous butterflies in her stomach. She starts another text and then stops. Ember thanks the librarian and takes her books out to the dually. She decides he can wait. As badly as she wants his cock-that beautiful, fat cock-she won’t beg.