Free Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) by S.K. Logsdon Page B

my breathing accelerates.
    He pulls off my clit a little, giving it gentle sensual kisses. “Am I doing okay?” His voice is husky with lust.
    “Oh, yes James. You’re perfect,” I huff between desire filled breaths. My chest rising and falling hard.
    He sucks my clit back into his mouth. “Ohhh…. God…. If you… Oh...yes…” I moan and pluck one of my nipples. He pushes my hand away, replacing it with his and kneads my nipple with delicate, yet, powerful pulls. That tingle all the way down to my toes. Oh yes, the pain and the pleasure from its tenderness. Fuck, he’s good. I’m going to come soon.
    “I’m… going to come James….I’m… Oh yes…,” he pinches my nipple harder as he nibbles my clit. Oh yes, suck it baby. Suck my clit. Fuck yes! I throw my head back and scream. Exploding into the biggest orgasm I’ve had in months. I buck into his mouth and he sucks me harder. I can’t catch my breath and my body won’t stop jerking. I take in a deep breath and he pulls away, his lips wet and red from loving my little nub. Damn he’s hot. I gaze down and he has the biggest erection and smile on his face.
    “Thank you,” I muster out.
    Leaning up, he pulls me down to his lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth with such heart rendering force. Oh yes, he wants me. I suck his tongue with passion and he groans in his throat. I roam my hands through his hair and kiss him with everything I have. Like I’ve never kissed anyone before. I slide down into the tub with him, my mouth still on his luscious lips. I’m hot for him again. Damn, my core is begging to fuck him. I want to have sex with James. Right here, right now. I straddle his hips and grab between my legs and position his cock with my hand. He immediately freezes, and pulls his lips from mine. He’s scared. His body starts to shake uncontrollably, as the water in the tub laps violently at the sides. My hand is still wrapped gently around his hard cock. Oh shit, I forgot no one has touched him in years.
    “Are you okay?” I ask softly, as I slide my finger up and down the scar. It’s ridged and hard. I bet it would make me come. Damn. I’m wet for him. He’s so sexy and soft and gentle and perfect. My perfect Teddy Bear.
    He nods slowly with little movement.
    “Do you want me to stop touching him?” I whisper.
    He shakes his head. His body convulsing. The look on his face tells me he’s terrified. This is not the place to show him how much it means to me that he’s letting me touch him. Damn this tub. I let go of his cock and grab his hand and stand.
    “Come with me.”
    “But...”
    I cut him off. “Let’s go in our bed. We can finish bathing later,” I coax, tugging him in tow to our bedroom.
    He climbs onto his side and I slide in on mine. I crawl and position myself between his legs. Completely ignoring the dull ache of my knees.
    His body is so nervous. My poor James. I’m going to show him how much he’s cock is beautiful and wanted. Maybe this will help. Just like the foot tub did for his feet.
    I grasp him in my hands and he sucks in a hard breath, eyes wide, watching me.
    “It’s okay Papa Bear. Mama Bear’s going to take care of you.”
    I squeeze a drop of pre-cum from him and swirl it around the tip.
    “See Papa Bear you’re…” Damn-it what should I call it? A dick? Cock? Penis? Manhood? This is hard to choose. “Your cock is beautiful.” I kiss the head and he jumps, biting his lip.
    “It’s okay Papa Bear. I’m going to make it feel good. I promise. I love him. I love him very much. He’s so beautiful,” I add, gently trying to comfort him. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for him.
    I suck just the head into my mouth and he moans loud, jerking back against the headboard. I lap it with my velvety tongue, the ridge of his scar turning me on. Plucking my nipple, I groan, with his cock in my mouth. His breathing is hot and heavy. His body still shaking as I pump his long shaft with my hand and devour