“Tell me how you want me to do it while I play with you,” he commanded.
Nicole could barely speak at this point. “Oh god…” she cried.
“Tell me or I’ll stop,” he warned.
His fingers insistently pressed against her folds. They grew slicker, wetter than before. She was dripping more and more as he touched her.
“I want you to go inside of me, just the head of your dick,” she said.
“Yes, that’s right,” he agreed, and his fingers slid into her, less than an inch, in and out, in and out rhythmically—as if acting out her wishes.
“And then you’ll occasionally slide deep, so far in that I can feel your balls slapping against me.”
When she told him this, he in turn pushed his fingers all the way into her, and for a brief moment she could have sworn it really was his shaft going in, penetrating all of her layers.
Nicole’s hips bucked involuntarily as she was wracked with pleasurable sensations. Every nerve and fiber and ridge of her flesh was on fire.
“Oh, Red! Oh, god…”
“Keep talking,” he said in a deep, controlled voice.
Nicole could feel his dick as hard as it had ever been, pressing into her still from behind. “I want you to take your clothes off, so that I can feel our naked bodies against one another,” she said.
“And you’ll be able to feel all of me, even my dick, right up against your bare flesh,” he reminded her.
“Yes, I want it so much.”
He took his hands off her momentarily, and she could hear him removing his boxers and shirt. When he came back against her now, all she felt was skin on skin, and his erection pressing directly into her. With one easy thrust he could slide right in, she thought, beginning to swivel her hips at him, hoping to entice him inside.
He allowed her to do so, keeping the head of his manhood resting against her slit so that her pussy lips would rub directly against him.
And as she moved into him, he controlled her hips with one hand, not allowing her to climb on top of him as she desired. Instead, he used his other hand to rub her swollen clitoris while the head of his cock hovered against her, rubbing and pushing and prodding but never quite giving her the relief of entering.
Nicole’s hands gripped Red’s wrists as she moved against him.
“Okay, climb on top of me, if you can do it without hurting your ankle,” he said, lying on his back.
It was easy for her to slide onto his dick now. Her ankle did hurt, actually, but she didn’t tell him because Nicole didn’t care about the pain right now.
The pain in her ankle was nothing compared to the pleasure in her pussy as his rock hard shaft slid inside of her.
Nicole lowered herself all the way down onto him, as deep and as far as she could go, resting in the fullness of it all. Her eyes actually rolled back into her head, the sensation was so good.
“Oh Nicole,” he rasped. His hands held her breasts momentarily, and then glided down to her hips, where he helped her to slide up and down on him.
With each new penetration she was closer to climaxing.
She looked down at Red, at his dark eyes, the darkness surrounding him and yet he wasn’t part of the darkness, she realized.
“You’re so beautiful,” Red told her.
He was on fire, she realized. He was pure white light, and he was an angel, even if he’d been kept in darkness for so long that he’d thought that darkness was what he was made of.
She caressed his face as her movements and breathing came faster and faster and faster.
Soon they were coming together, both at once, and she was looking at her man and seeing him for who he truly was and she knew he was good and strong and burning brightly for her alone.
***
Nicole knew she had to tell Red about Kane Wright before any more time went by.
They’d been up for a few hours already, and her ankle was much better. Still, Red insisted on her elevating her ankle again, icing it—the whole nine yards.
He’d gone out to the store and come back with more food, some cheap wine, and magazines for her.
While he was gone she’d decided she would tell him as soon as he returned.
As Red entered the door with his bags of supplies, she blurted it out like she’d been stricken with a sudden case of Tourette’s. “Kane Wright is trying to blackmail us,” she said.
He stopped in the middle of the cabin and looked at her. “Huh?”
Nicole took a breath. “I’m sorry to spring it on you out of nowhere. But Kane Wright told me he has information, documents, evidence that he could release to the media and it would show you in a very negative light.”
“That’s absurd. And your believe him?” he asked, shaking his head and bringing the bags to the cabinet and placing them on the floor.
“I don’t know what to believe, but yes, he was convincing.”
“Well, he’s full of shit.”
“So you never hired undocumented workers?”
Red spun around and faced her. “Is that what he told you?”