Page 30 of Condemned to You

“You’re holding back. I know you are. So I want you to let loose.”

Emilio slightly tilted his head to the side. “What makes you think I’m holding back?”

I shifted my weight onto my knees. “I want you to fill every hole. At once.”

Pausing for a moment, Emilio then stepped back giving me a questioning look until it sunk in where I got the idea from. It pained me to know Athena flashed into his mind at this very moment.

“No.” Emilio seemed to be angry.

“Why not?” I asked getting off the table. As I walked toward him, I let it out, “Athena seemed to enjoy it. Why can’t I?”

“What else did she say?” Emilio scoffed.

“Enough to know you’ve developed a new taste. And I want in on it.”

“I don’t think you’re able to handle it.”

“Let me decide that.”

Emilio’s chest rose as he inhaled deeply and then slowly let out a breath of air. Debating whether to proceed, he eventually gave in.

“There’s no going back,” he warned.

“Good.”

A smoldering look crossed his face again making me melt on the inside. I watch as he opened a cabinet and pulled out a jar of liquid. Confused, I walked over to him to see what it was. Coconut oil.

“You never have issues getting me wet,” I commented.

“I’ll need this to achieve my goal,” he replied opening the lid.

Placing the jar on the little island in the kitchen, Emilio hoisted me up seating me beside the jar. The cold countertop hardened my nipples. He undid the skimpy outfit I had on so that I was naked and pulled the hair tie out of my hair so that it fell down my back. Taking the jar, he began to lightly pour the oil onto my shoulder and across my chest. The silky texture of the liquid dripped down my body as I waited for Emilio to touch me. As he began to massage my shoulders, the warmth of his hands melded with the oil, creating an intoxicating sensation. Applying gentle pressure, his thumbs dug into my shoulders allowing my body to relax. His fingers working their magic, gliding over my skin, tracing the contours of my collarbone, making their way to my breasts.

Catching his gaze the intensity in his eyes ignited a spark. It never got old. There was something electric about the way he touched me, no matter what kind of pressure, there was always a mix of tenderness and desire that made my heart race. Taking a breast in each hand, he massaged them tenderly, the oil creating a glistening trail down my body that seemed to shimmer in the morning light. His thumbs circled my nipples as he continued to massage my breasts, each swirl deliberate and slow as he took in every curve. I felt his touch deep within me causing a rush of warmth that spread through me like fire.

The air was thick with the blend from the sweet scent of the coconut oil mingling with the faint sound of distant waves crashing against the shore outside the window. The intimacy of the moment enveloped us like a soft blanket.

“You’re beautiful,” he commented as his hands slid down right under my breast gripping my waist, causing me to arch my back, pushing my nipples further into his direction. His thumbs sunk into my ribs and his fingers into my back as my chest and stomach were coated in oil. The act was simple but so erotic that a moan broke from my mouth – the sound spurred him on. “Not yet my love, you’re in for a ride.”

He pulled my body toward him so forcefully that our mouths collided, my legs wrapped around his hips and my arms wrapped around his neck. My breasts squished against his hard chest as my every curve melted into every muscle of his which ramped up my need to have him inside me. Needing skin to skin, I pulled up his shirt, we only broke contact when he pulled the shirt over his head, then we were back at it. Emilio’s lips attacking mine with force, his mouth keenly exploring mine as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

His free hand made its way up my inner thigh and to my lips. Circling around them before sliding one finger rubbing my clit for a moment before lowering to my opening. Releasing his hand gripping my hair, he unwraps my legs from his body. Placing the heels of my feet at the edge of the counter, my legs are spread open for him. Sliding a second finger inside me, he hooked them as they entered and exited my body.

“Ready for another?” He breathed.

Nodding, I braced myself. He removed his fingers and dunked his hand into the jar of coconut oil taking a handful before entering back inside of me. Using the oil as lube, all three fingers slide inside me with a bit more ease. While thrusting his fingers in and out of me, his thumb made its way to my clit slowly stimulating it. My breath picked up as my body was enjoying the sensation I was already getting. A moan escaped my mouth.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes, more,” I panted.

In slid another finger and I fell back onto my hands placed behind me with my head dropping back. My breasts were on full display and I felt his mouth close on my nipple. The sound of my juices with the oil mixed with my heavy breathing filled the air. The smell of coconut filled my nostrils.

“Emilio,” his name came out like a song.

“Is this good for you?”

“Oh my god,” I panted, “More. More.”