Authors: Cara Thereon
Discover Me
Discover Me
By Cara Thereon
Discover Me
A Collection of
Erotic Shorts
By
Cara Thereon
Copyright © 2013 by Cara
Thereon
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Discover Me
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– published 2012
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Marks
The
pressure of him on top of her, nestled deep inside her, was delicious. The
smell of sex permeated the air as they lay there luxuriating in the warm
afterglow of a particularly vigorous round of sex. His lips devouring hers, the
almost punishing thrusts, so glorious.
She
unwrapped tired legs from around his waist and sighed as he slipped from her
body. He rested his head on her chest, allowing her to marvel at the
differences in their skin tones. His light brown hair and lightly tanned face
against her mocha colored breast. She felt his breath blow across her dark
brown nipple and it responded by puckering up for him. She arched a little
hoping to entice him into placing those pink lips on her skin. When he only
placed a chaste kiss on the tip then moved off of her, she moaned in
disappointment.
A soft
chuckle left him as he took in her pout. “You’ll wear me out, baby.”
“I want
you to wear
me
out.” Feeling daring,
she let her legs fall open in invitation. The way his eyes dropped there filled
her with renewed lust.
He claimed
fatigue, but she saw the evidence of his excitement standing proud between his
thighs. Thoughts of him heavy on her tongue, thrusting and clenching
her
hair as he filled her throat with his essence flickered
in her mind.
That low burning need
exploded into raging desire as she contemplated having him in her mouth. Just a
taste would satisfy for now.
Her need
apparently reflected on her face because he shook his head and gave a husky
laugh. “You’re insatiable.”
“Does that
mean you’re going to feed me then?” Her eyes dropped to his lap again,
gratified to see him hard and pulsing. “Please?”
“When you
look at me like that, beg like that. It’s impossible to resist.”
He stood
up to stretch, his back rippled and flexed in the lamplight. Marks of varying
shades red ran from his shoulders to his firm ass like racetracks.
She licked her lips as she thought about
how they’d gotten there.
Her nails
digging, scratching as he’d plunged inside of her. Possessing him as he
possessed her. They looked wonderful on his pale skin, her marks.
Watching
as he moved away from her to the bathroom, she let herself get lost in the
possibility of adding more marks to his skin.
A soft moan slipped from her.
“Wait for me,” he called from the doorway,
urgency deepening his voice.
Maybe he’d
let her sink her teeth into that beautiful ass of his? That prospect had her
palming her aching breast and slipping a hand down her stomach to tease her
clit.
Her back arched hard as she
lost herself in the thought.
An orgasm
lurked ready to explode, but he appeared and swept her hand aside.
“I told you to wait for me.” His voice
was harsh with lust.
He pushed
her legs further apart and settled between them, her breath rushing out as he
teased her with the head of his cock. She lifted her hips, seeking, needing to
feel him inside of her.
He parted
her with his fingers and slipped inside, and she couldn’t help watching as
disappeared between her dark lips.
“Put your
hands on me,” he demanded, pulling her hand from her breast and placing it on
his back. “Make me feel you, make me yours.”
His words
burned through her.
With each easy
glide of his cock inside, her nails traced a new path down his back.
Marking him, possessing him, just as he’d
possessed her.
Her
Skin
He held
his breath, watched the sway of her hips as she brushed by him. The light
shimmered along her skin, tempting him to taste and take.
But this
was his game and he wanted to last to the end of it.
“On the
bed.” He let his need spill out in gruff tones.
She looked
over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust, a mirror of his pleasure. She
waited as though needing to feel his eyes on her bare back, and he answered
that need.
His breathe coming in
great gasps as he took her in.
Her hair
spilled down, brushing her skin, serving as a line to follow. He clenched his
hands, another outward sign of his desire, as he glanced at the full globes of
her behind. Her long legs parted just enough to hint at what hid between,
beckoned him to touch. His dick jumped, hardening to a painful point. He wanted
her with a primal need.
Not yet.
“Get on
the bed. Now.” He sounded savage, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see all of
her first. This time she obeyed without question.
Her ass
jiggled as she climbed on the comforter, her breasts swayed like ripe fruit as
she settled on all fours. Without being told, she lowered her head to the bed.
Her ass lifted so lewdly drew him toward her.
He circled
around, stopped when he stood behind her, and recorded the picture she made in
his mind. Her pussy, so plump, pink, and wet peeked out. His tongue moved to
moisten his lips as he let his erotic thoughts take over.
The gentle
quiver of her thighs as he touched her was enticing so he traced a path from
knee to the crease of her ass, loving how she shook. “You didn’t even know how
beautiful you are.” He groaned when she lifted her hips higher. “I have to
taste you.”
“Please,”
she whispered.
“Then show
me.” He wanted to prolong this dance just a moment longer.
Her red
nails appeared along the outer curve of her hips. Once again his breath halted
in his lungs as he watched her part her cheeks and offer
herself
to him. The puckered ring of her rosebud clenched then relaxed, and he burned
with a need to take her there. But his eyes moved lower and he knew exactly
where he wanted to go first.
Leaning
forward, he took in her scent. She was heady, musky, intoxicating. His.
He fanned
his breath out over her and smiled when she moaned, her inner muscles visibly clenching.
The teasing was too much, and he’d blow if he didn’t stop, but he had to taste
her first.
Slow, so
slow it was obscene, he let his tongue trek a path from her clit to her
rosebud. Her moan became a keen as he swirled inside both open holes, taking in
her unique flavor. She always tasted so good to him.
His cock
ached when he finished, edgy now with that slow exploration. From the way she
shook without a single touch from him said it was beyond time to give them what
they both needed.
Pushing her hands
aside, he gripped her hips as he fit his cock to her body. And just as slowly
as he licked, he sank into her clinging heat. Watching the way her body open
and spread as he moved deeper drew his balls up, but he held off that
urge.
He wanted to feel her
gripping him tight before he lost it. So inch by inch he advanced, listening to
her pant and moan beneath him.
She felt like hot
silk wrapped around him, sucking him deeper until his hips were flesh to the
soft cheeks of her butt.
Her body
hugging his, pussy lips wide around him, made him want to do dirty things to
her.
She wiggled,
trying to entice him to move, but he held her still. “Don’t make me wait like
this. Please!”
Her breathy plea
unleashed something animal inside of him.
He tightened his grip on her waist until she stopped her movement, and
pulled out of her slow. With a snap of his hips, he thrust in forcing a scream
from her lips.
Over and over her
took her with measured thrust, reveling in the heat of her body, the wet sounds
of her sex, and the slap of their bodies.
He growled in his throat, determined to claim her.
She let out a
long moan when she came, her cry filling the room as her pussy clamped hard
around his cock.
It was too much
for him to take, and with a roar he filled her with his essence.
Lying over her
back, he felt an acute satisfaction as having won this game.
Reading
“Burying
his mouth further against her pussy, he flicked her clit with his tongue in
rapid succession before finally taking the heated button in his mouth and
sucking it. She arched her back…”
Veronica’s
eyes scanned the page, devouring each sentence like thickly iced cake. She was
the heroine spread out like a banquet for the mouth of her lover. The pictures
the story created vivid in her mind, and she could see it like she was there
experiencing each touch. The feel of his mouth between her legs, how wet she’d
be, the air against her skin, his hands holding her fast so she couldn’t move.
She moaned just as the woman as she pictured what her release would feel like
as he wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her body.
She licked
her dry lips and shifted on the couch. Her body begged for completion. Her mind
pushed her to keep reading as she let her hand trail down her stomach to the
front of her yoga pants.
The heat
coming through the thin material should’ve shocked her, but she kept reading.
The hero
flipped his willing partner on her stomach; the book describing in erotic
detail the way his cock entered her from behind. As Veronica pictured the
scene, she let her hand slip under the band of her pants to brush along the
front of her damp panties. Her clit swelled beneath her fingertips and wetness
coated the digits as she brushed up and down sending sparks of sensation
through her body.
“What are
you reading?” An amused male voice called from behind her.
She pulled
her hands out of her pants and snapped the book shut.
Sitting perfectly still on the couch,
she considered her options.
How
much had Travis seen? Her hips had just begun their restless moments when he’d
called out, but that didn’t mean he’d seen anything. Maybe the best course of
action was no action at all.
It
wasn’t like they interacted much though they were apartment mates.
Her unruly libido kicked up at the
possibility of him having caught her touching herself.
The room
sat in silence as she stared out the window into the darkness.
Daylight would reveal the garden in the
backyard, but right now it was all inky blackness.
She tried to focus on how the roses
would look in hopes that he would go on his way.
The soft pad of footsteps on the hardwood
floor killed that hope in one swoop.
A groaned
slipped through her lips, “Please, can’t you go away and pretend you didn’t see
anything?”
Travis’
deep laughter trickled across her skin as he plopped down beside her. “And what
would be the fun in that?”
Unable to
look at him, she kept her eyes trained on the coffee table in front of her. He
sat so close, his denim-covered thigh pressed against her.
The scent of his cologne, something
spicy, made her that much more aware of him.
From the corner of her eye she could see
his mussed blonde hair and the way his old t-shirt hugged his lean chest. His
ocean blue eyes scanned her face, touching her like a physical caress. Her body
clamored at the sight of him, eager for him to finish what she started on her
own.
He reached
across her body and grabbed the book before she could tuck it under her butt.
Embarrassment heated her face before he even looked at it. The way he arched
her brow made her close her eyes. She could hear him flipping pages and making
low noises in the back of his throat. Even those innocent sounds added to the
ache.
“‘Just as
the receiver hit his ear, he heard her moaning. His cock tightened painfully in
his pants, and he ached to reach in and rub it.’” He turned to look at her with
a leer on his face. “You like reading this stuff? When’s the last time you got
laid?”
“That’s
none of your damn business!!” She snatched the book out of his hands and rose
to her feet. Her arousal effectively doused, Veronica just wanted to get out of
the room before she did anything stupid.
“That
long?” He laughed as her expression darkened. She had to look away unable to
hold his gaze when the blue darkened to a stormy color.
“Just drop
it.” She turned her back on his and went to leave the room.
“You know
I can help you out.” His husky tone stopped her in her tracks.
Emotions,
ones she usually ignored, surged up at his suggestion.
There was longing and promised heat in
his voice, and it sizzled through her body. She felt more wetness ease from her
pussy.
Her practical mind warred
with her overheated body.
It kept
her motionless at the door, the sound of their breathing the only sound in the
room.
“I don’t
think it would be a good idea. We do have to live together, Travis.” She
swallowed hard, unable to keep the breathiness from her voice.
Silence
descended again.
She didn’t move
even when she heard his clothing shift as he moved closer to her.
She jumped when fingers trailed down her
back, warming her through the fabric of her tank top.
She could’ve gasped at the sensation,
but her mind was too focused on the path his hand was taking.
His hand
disappeared, replaced by the heat of his body against her. “True. But don’t
tell me you haven’t thought about us together, Ronnie.
Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined me
bending you over the counter and sliding in as deep as you can take me.” He
swept her hair to the side and pressed his lips to her neck.
A vivid
picture of them doing just that popped unbidden into her mind. Her hands braced
on the countertop, Travis driving into her from behind, and going until she
exploded like fire around him. She couldn’t help moaning, totally taken with
the image.
“No.”
Shame blended with arousal at how desperate she sounded.
She found
herself turned into his arms.
The
blue of his irises swallowed whole by the black of his pupil.
He looked hungry, his arms tight around
her waist, pulling her body close to his.
The evidence of his arousal pressed into her lower belly and she wiggled
her hips unconsciously at the feel of him.
He felt thick and long, and she wanted him.
He lowered
his head until their lips were inches apart. “What you’re mouth is saying and
what your body is aren’t the same, baby. I think you want to be bent over that
countertop, don’t you? My cock getting slippery with your wetness, pumping
hard.” He brought her up on her tiptoes so that bulge settled against her
mound.
Veronica
gasped and he nipped at her lower lip.
Her hands balled in his shirt, but to push him away or draw him close
she didn’t know.
“Travis, we
can’t.” It felt like a plea, a cry that said she wanted to.
“We can,” he
breathed.
“We can and it’ll be so
good. So much better than anything you’d get from that book.”
The wall was at
her back then, his mouth demanding submission from her.
Veronica let those long pent feelings
bubble up, and gave in to it.