Embracing Ellie: Chapter 23

For the first time in her entire life, her lips touched another man’s.

Hemi’s mouth wasn’t like Daniel’s. Hemi’s lips were plump and pliable like Daniel’s, but they had a different shape. Her hand gripped his upper arm. His arms were huge, his shoulders hard globes. Hemi’s thumb caressed her jawline as they kissed. She lay face to face with him, both of them naked under the sheets. She was wet, and Hemi was erect. And in the process of bringing their mouths together at last, they’d become entangled in the sheets. She felt the pressure of his endowment against her, but it was still clad in cotton.

They kissed some more. A lot more. They made out like high schoolers in the back of a car. Their breaths became hot and heavy. They writhed against each other. She touched his neck, his chest, his face while she kissed him. They began to roll with each other, rocking side to side as the passion between them grew.

Soon, she was forcing the sheet out from between them and then gasping at the heat of his bare cock skin against her cool stomach. She hugged herself tight to Hemi, squashing his hardness between their bodies, and he embraced her fully with his powerful arms. One of his hands gripped the back of her neck, and she sucked on his tongue. The passion grew so hot she was gasping for air, moaning and whimpering.

Her hand circled his naked cock. It was so thick she couldn’t meet her thumb and finger—not just near the base but right up at the head. And the head gushed sweet lubrication that got her grip on him slippery and had Hemi groaning like she did. He thrust it through her hand and, as he did, she used two hands together to give him some pleasure. His cock was a one, thick bar.

Hemi gripped her shoulder, eased the shoulder back, opened her chest, and his hand went over a breast. She dropped his massive organ, her mind reeling with an exultant pleasure. No other man had ever touched her sexually. No man had ever got a hand in her bra.

Hemi’s hands were huge and hard and strong, and they felt amazing on her softness. He moved his body over over top of her, thumbing her hard nipple, taking her tongue into his mouth. His cock felt heavy on her abdomen.

Then his kisses slowed. He eased back, and the hand that was on her breast traveled a line down her ribs and over her navel. She held her breath and looked deep into his eyes, knowing where he wanted his hand. It slipped over her mound, and her exuberant wetness coated his fingers and his palm. The revelation of her extreme arousal got both of them gasping for air.

She writhed with another man, hand on her pussy. She began humping the hand, wanting more and more. He kissed her again, the pressure of one big finger pad against her opening, and she stilled for him, tilted her hips forward letting him know she wanted his penetration. She grabbed both sides of his mighty neck with her hands and forced her tongue into his mouth as he eased one huge finger inside her. Their kiss broke as she uttered a low, tremulous moan. Hemi’s fingers were much larger than Daniel’s. Everything about Hemi was so much bigger.

Hemi studied her face while he fingered her, slow and easy, and she teemed with more and more sexual lubrication. The sounds of wetness at their connection were loud in the room.

Hemi’s voice was low and grumbling when he spoke. “Danny thinks of everything. You think he left us some condoms?” She gasped again at the crazy suggestion. But that’s where this was headed. Hemi Armstrong was going to put that huge dick inside her.

But when she faced that reality, the rejection surprised her. It was too much. Too far. She humped his hand, his finger still inside her, smoothing a hand on his hard cheek. She shook her head. “No, Hemi. I just can’t...”

He smiled. “No worries, love,” he said.

“It’s too far.”

He silenced her rejections with a kiss. No more pressure. This was just play if that was her command.

She kissed him the whole while he fingered her, squeezing her thighs on his wrist, sometimes opening her legs very wide. The whole while her mouth connected to his, her arms around his neck, his cock on her stomach, sometimes pressing the outside of her thigh. Wet and slippery.

Hemi teased her, one finger, sometimes two, but only going in a shallow amount, then thumbing her clit, then giving her as much finger as he could and letting her grip it. She came. Another man made her come. Made her come hard. Made her utter some embarrassing choked-off sounds of exquisite pleasure. She hugged his neck hard and bit at his ear as her whole body tightened, and a cyclone of pleasure stormed through her.

He eased his stroking, kissed her cheek, kissed her jawline. Her thighs quivered. Her arms loosened their grip around his neck as the strength left her. She heaved for breath, and Hemi stroked two fingers on the outside of her pussy, going up and down and slow, watching her face while the orgasm still thrummed.

Her hand searched clumsily for his cock, found it at her hip bone, squeezed it, and stroked it, and it spewed more lubrication. It felt massive in her hand. The head encompassed almost her entire grip. Her thumb stroked the cloven underside of his swollen glans and fit inside the channel that led to his deep-set urethra. More excitement oozed from it. “Oh my God,” she whispered, as the craziest need for sex ever seized all parts of her system. She pulled at his cock and used her hands to urge him to get on top of her. She wanted to feel what it would be like to be under such a hulking powerhouse of a man if he were to fuck her. Just the sheer thought of him fucking her made her whimper.

Hemi got over her, and she opened her legs to accommodate him. Her hands went down his hard sides and grabbed handfuls of his luscious rump. He looked incredible looming over top of her. So handsome, so strong looking, so masculine. His cock was a heavy weight on her belly. She stroked the top side of it with her hand, sliding the belly side-to-side over her plumped labia. She bit her lower lip, humping her pelvis up against the underside of his massive cock. She pushed him back with a thumb and forefinger pressed against the base of his cock, pushing him down so the head would meet her opening.

“Ah, fuck, Ellie,” Hemi growled as the head of his cock slipped along her opening. Both of them were so well-oiled, so engorged, and so rapt with desire. Their skin flushed, their breaths scored in deep chuffs like they’d been running a marathon.

“Put it in,” she whispered.

“Just a little,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. “Please,” she begged him.

Hemi pushed with his hips until the pressure allowed his oversized organ to spread her membranes, and that huge cock-head entered her body. She squeezed his shaft, letting him know that was enough, held him in place, and breathed deep. Just the act of breathing brought throbbing pleasure from where he’d pierced her. She humped against him, got him deeper inside her.

Hemi withdrew his cock and pushed it in again, but then he said, “Fuck,” and bit his own arm. “God, I can’t,” he said.

“Just a little more,” she begged him. 

He pulled out and dropped his cock on her stomach. “I can’t, Ellie,” he said. “You’ll regret it.”

“No,” she whined and then whimpered and dug her nails into the backs of his thick upper arms. She wanted to bite his chest, bite his neck. She would beg him to fuck her. “You can fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me.”

Hemi kissed her mouth, and she arched her back, writhing with need. Her hand slipped between her thighs, and she strummed fingers over her own clitoris, crying out into Hemi’s kiss. He kissed her neck and her collar. He sucked her nipple. He kissed her stomach, going lower and lower. She babbled nonsense, like complaints and encouragement at the same time, but no words, just sounds. Her legs opened wide as he kissed down to her hip bones and then lower. His mouth rushed through her tuft, and his tongue found her sopping wet membranes, and when she felt him suckle her sensitive flesh, she cried out in the room and grabbed fistfuls of his thick hair.

The desperate need to have Hemi plunge that huge beautiful beast inside her as deep as it would go red over. Didn’t disappear, only grew fainter as bright sparkles clouded the air. The pleasure was overwhelming and new. Danny wasn’t fond of the act. Hemi went at it with a hearty passion. His tongue was hard and it was soft. It was slick. It lapped, it fattened, it lapped, it hit points of newfound pleasure.

He knew how to root out her brightest point; knew how to work trembling honey-soaked ecstasy to flood his mouth. Her tummy rippled and fluttered. Went concave, ballooned out. His hair was so thick and lustrous in her grip. There were humps of tanned muscle at his neck. He gripped the crease of her thigh and hip with his hands curled under her bottom. His hands were large and capable. 

Once more, something wild and primal gripped hold of her and ravaged her in foreign ways. She bucked and her eyebrows soared high. Her head fell back as something big grew low inside her. As it gave way she cried out loud and high and her voice echoed through the small cabin. She clamped  hand over her mouth and squinted her eye shut. The pleasure was so large, so profound, it frightened her. As she came, a new thing happened that had never happened before: A huge orgasm brutalized her muscles and tendons, seizing her up, making her twitch and jerk; at the same time a childish shame of release happened. A wonderful but scandalous freedom that felt like she was wetting her bed.

Hemi’s large finger slipped inside her. His tongue went to her clitoris. She was long gone. Coming low and slow, like a wonderful simmer, but there was hot billowing steam as well, roiling and relentless.

She began to cry out again, eyes watering and blurry, back arching, neck craning, crown plowing the pillow into the headboard.

When she opened her eyes again, she was groggy, her vision dim and blurry. She ran her hair out of her face. She was soaked with sweat. Her heart raced and her breaths came fast and desperate. Hemi was still between her legs, smiling at his accomplishment, getting up on his hands, muscles bulging and flexing.

“What did you… what did you to me?”

He laughed, swept his hands up the backs of her thighs, pushing her knees up to her shoulders, kissing her mouth. She loved the taste of her own pussy on his lips and she thought she would hate it. His eager cock batted her pussy and she gasped into Hemi’s kiss. They broke up laughing and blurting air, then laughing more at the sounds they made. She turned away and laughed so hard the sparkles returned. Then a sudden tiredness seized her and she rolled back to Hemi who lay on his back now, one arm over his brow, stomach muscles flexing as he laughed.

That long thick cock stood upright now, pointed up his body, extending past his navel, not flopped on his belly, but levitating, twitching with his heartbeat. She chuckled, got up to her knees and straddled his thighs, facing him, peeking out at her from his bulky, vein-roped forearm.

“I think it’s your turn,” she said.