Free The Gift by Portia Da Costa

gasped, ‘please, please fuck me.’
    There was a moment of still, silent shock. Had she really said that? She’d never really talked dirty in bed, always been quiet, taken her cues from her man, responsive but not proactive. But now, with this man, she could do or say anything.
    Or was it too much?
    As if confirming her fears, Jay eased back a little and looked down at her.
    His eyes were an enigma, but she sensed questions, and also surprise. Was he angry? Disappointed? Repulsed by the very hunger he’d aroused? How could she displease him? This was what he’d goaded her into, wasn’t it?
    Well, fuck you, Mister! You asked for it, you’re getting it. And if it doesn’t suit you, I’ll find somebody else to get the benefit of the new me!
    But when she tried to pull away, he grabbed her shoulder, and plunged down on her for another kiss, hard and savage.
    He was asserting himself, she realised, dominating her, imprinting his will on her. The power of his mouth made her lips smart and her jaw ache, but she loved it. Desire peaked again, at higher tide. She felt a wild, silvery, weakening sensation flood through her veins. Not like compliance, not like her easy acceptance of a man leading the way in bed. No, it wasn’t that at all. This was more total, a submission to the thrill of him, and the way he could bend her any way he wanted her. It was so easy. And it made sex easy, but also strange and new.
    She melted again, coasting towards new pleasure merely on the power of his kiss and the push of his tongue against hers. When he slid his hand down her thigh and pressed, her knees fell apart, surrendering and opening herself to him.
    And she just lay like that – a boneless, displayed, available thing – while he roughly wrenched open the drawer and grabbed a condom.
    ‘Cover me,’ he commanded in a tight raw voice, hefting his cock in his fingers as if compelling her to worship it.
    Sandy needed no encouragement. Suddenly it seemed as if his cock was designed solely for her to adore and service. With swift care, she ripped open the wrapper, teased out the rubber contraceptive and slipped it over his tip.
    Jay’s eyes closed, and his head twisted to the side. For a moment, she thought she’d been too heavy-handed and hurt him, but then his hips bucked and he pushed forward, urging her to continue.
    As she rolled and rolled and rolled, it dawned on her he was the biggest man she’d ever been with, and her pussytrembled as if with glee. Her ex-husband and her few carefully selected boyfriends had all been average, or puny, compared to Jay.
    Suddenly, she wanted to see more of him, not just his stupendous cock. She began to pull and tug at his shirt, revealing the white vest he wore beneath it. She tried to push that up, out of the way, so she could see his abs and his chest, but he stopped her with an iron hand and a harshly growled ‘No!’
    His eyes were furious, dark as rain-laden thunderclouds. Why was he so reluctant to let her see his body? Then it dawned on her.
    Scars.
    He had them on his face, but somewhere along the line she’d stopped noticing them, and now saw only his tough male beauty. But maybe they were worse, and more extensive, on his body?
    Once again, she felt her will subsiding in the face of his. It was still there, perhaps stronger than ever, but his was greater, it overpowered her. If Jay said ‘no’, he meant ‘no’. She had to concede. It was what he wanted. No arguments.
    To her surprise, she experienced no sense of pity for him, and his healed wounds, just the overpowering urge to bow down and kiss his feet and acknowledge his supremacy. Panting, gasping with a new voraciousness she didn’t quite understand, she subsided against the mattress and let her legs fall open even wider.
    Take it. Push yourself in. It’s yours by right.
    Their eyes met as he moved over her. Silent messages passed between them that were unquantifiable in words. But she understood … something … and