Free The Fairy Tales Collection by Elizabeth Kelly

returned his kisses eagerly.  When
his hand slid up her round stomach, she dropped her arms and thrust out her
chest.  He raised his hand without touching her suddenly-aching breasts but her
groan of disappointment ended when he pulled off her bra and dropped it to the
floor as well. 
    He studied her breasts over her shoulder –
she could feel his heart pounding against her back – before cupping the right
one in one big hand.  He held it firmly, testing the weight in his hand, as her
nipple pebbled against his palm.  Her back arched again when he used his thumb
and finger to pull lightly on her stiff nipple.
    “Oh my God,” she whispered again. 
    “I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this,”
he rumbled into her ear as his second hand cupped her left breast.  He kneaded
and rubbed them gently as he pressed his pelvis rhythmically against her ass. 
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Mirabelle?”
    “I want you too, Ben,” she whispered. 
    His hands tightened on her breasts and then
he was kissing her again, this time hard and deep, his tongue pushing past the barrier
of her lips to claim her mouth.  She returned his kisses, their tongues
stroking and sliding against each other as he reached down and unbuttoned her
jeans.  He slid his hand into her panties and cupped her aching core.
    “You’re so wet, little Mirabelle,” he
whispered against her lips before pushing one finger deep inside of her.  She
rose up on her tiptoes at the unexpected invasion and he stroked and squeezed
one breast soothingly before easing his finger out of her.  He rubbed her clit
lightly as he placed hot, wet kisses against her neck and shoulder.
    “I want to fuck you,” he said.  “I want
that so much.  It’s all I can think about.”
    “Me too,” she said breathlessly. 
    “Good,” he muttered.  “But first I want to
watch you come all over my fingers.”
    She inhaled sharply, her hand latching onto
his wrist and squeezing tightly as he rubbed roughly at her clit.  It was
already swollen and throbbing and she bucked her hips against his hand as he
stroked lightly then roughly.  The need was a fevered pitch inside of her now
and she closed her eyes and arched her back, soft cries spilling from her lips
as he brought her closer and closer to her release.
    “Ben, oh, Ben, oh God,” she moaned.  “It
feels so good.  It feels so – “
    Her body stiffened and she rode the wave of
her orgasm as he growled again in her ear and rubbed his cock against her ass. 
She collapsed against him, he held her weight easily, and he sucked lightly on
her earlobe before turning her around and yanking her jeans and panties down
her legs.  She stepped out of them.  Her legs were still weak from her orgasm
and she gave him a shy look as he studied her body in the sunlight. 
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said hoarsely.
    “You’re beautiful too,” she whispered.
    Belle mourned the loss of his hard body
when he suddenly took a step back and pulled his t-shirt over his head.  She
studied his broad chest and watched as he inhaled sharply when she ran a
trembling hand through the layer of dark hair that covered it.
    “Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants if I
don’t take you right now,” he muttered.
    He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket
and she watched as he took a condom from the billfold.  He unbuttoned his
jeans, shoving them and his briefs down his legs and her eyes widened at the
size of him.  She pushed down the thin trickle of apprehension as he kicked off
his shoes and finished removing his clothes.
    He reached for her and she gasped in
surprise when he pushed her to the floor.  He rolled the condom onto his cock
and lowered his heavy body onto hers, his thighs pushing hers apart.
    “Ben,” she said nervously.  “You – you’ll
be gentle, right?”
    “Yes,” he said before kissing her lightly. 
“I won’t hurt you, Mirabelle.”
    She doubted that was true, there was no way
he