Fiery Passion : * Short Stories

The door closed and Becca fell against it in relief. It was 2 A.M. and she was exhausted from her date. Her legs were sore from dancing and walking on the waterfront before the rain started. Everything went so well that she didn't want to spoil it by jumping Mike's bones on their first date. Even though she'd felt his bone in the car-by accident of course.

Becca was a petite Asian woman, a little over 5 feet tall, with long black hair and tinted highlights. Her date with Mike had been a fluke thing set up by friends. He was a huge man. Six feet six inches tall, black hair, handsome and very funny.

Becca left a trail of cloths and shoes down the hall towards the bathroom. She started the water in her antique tub, making steam rise. She lit a few scented candles and poured herself a glass of brandy.

She looked in the full-length mirror at her small frame. While removing her black lace bra and leaning over to shimmy off her frilly underwear, she noticed her breasts were very perky and had what was referred to as a teardrop-shaped ass. It was a nice body. The small patch of pubic hair was well manicured. Her red fingernails dragged along her skin, and she felt it tingle at their touch.

Her eyes closed and she envisioned Mike touching her this way. Flustered, she turned the faucet off and stepped gingerly into the hot water, setting her glass of brandy by the tub.

The heat soothed her aching muscles but not her other ache. Becca drifted off a little, letting the warmth of

the water and the brandy relax her.

The showerhead above her dripped slowly as she lay back. She rested her head on the pillow and sipped her brandy. She lifted her hand up and felt the water cascade between her fingers and down the back of her arm.

She lay further down in the tub. The trickle of the faucet became a slow pulsing against her lower abdomen as she raised her hips. She closed her eyes and moved up a little and the small splashes of water reached her pubis.

Like a bass drum the thump slapped her tense skin. When Becca leaned her head back and pulled her hair out of the tub to let it hang, the water splashed between her legs and against her already aroused clit. The hot water seeped between her lips and soothed her. She took a long slow drink from her brandy and set the glass on the floor.

She lifted her leg up, laid it over the edge of the tub and glided her hand between her legs.

The water hit her hand as she moved it between the lips of her pussy. Her body rose in the bath as she spread her lips, letting the water clash with her heat. With each pound of the water she imagined it was Mike. The water licked her pink flesh and in her mind it was Mike licking her. Her head turned as the first wave seemed to rush through her body, a signal of arousal.

Becca opened her eyes, looking at the flicker of the candle, and saw something in the mirror. She continued letting the water caress her and she saw Mike reflected in the mirror, looking at her through the window. His hair was damp from the rain. She saw his transfixed gaze and it made her heat inside to a burn.

Becca slid her finger inside and clenched her eyes tight as pure ecstasy pierced her flesh. Her other hand moved to her small pert breasts and she pretended it was Mike who caressed them. Small twists of her nipples added the needed boost to the rhythmic probing from her fingers. In her mind she saw his massive hands groping her petite frame almost enveloping her with his size. The soap in the water made her skin slippery, and her hands slid along the slopes and curves. The candlelight shined on her skin and reflected the yellow flames.

Not wanting him to know she saw him, Becca moved her head to the side again and sneaked a peek. He was breathing heavily and his hand was pressing against his crotch. Her mind wandered as she pictured Mike eating her out, his tongue probing deep inside her, taking her to the next plateau.

She peaked as she spread two fingers apart inside her pussy and the firm rubbing of her clit made her buck and splash.

Her eyes closed and a tear trickled out the corner as she felt a rush of emotions wash over her as she came. She melted back into the tub. The soothing warmth of the water wrapped her in a blanket of serenity.

She smiled and looked back at the mirror...and didn't see Mike anywhere. She thought to herself, Oh my. I must have scared him.

Becca slipped her robe on and looked out the windows as she walked around the house-to no avail. In the living room, she turned the lights off and saw a shadow standing on her patio. With a gentle turn the light was back on, and the shadow came to the door.

It was Mike, dripping wet from the rain. Becca moved to the sliding door and opened it. A cold wind rushed against the opening of her robe and exposed her naked body. Mike looked down and whispered quietly, "I was so envious of the water in the bath caressing you. I want nothing more than to be with you."

As she stepped outside Becca whispered back, "I am yours tonight, and this is going to be a long night."

The cold wetness of his clothes made Mike shiver. Becca grabbed him by the belt and guided him back inside the living room. At the doorway, she stopped him and knelt down to take his shoes off and run her small hands along the inner seam of his pants up to the ridge of his erection.

The hardness ended just above his knee and she bit her lip wondering where she'd put all this meat in her small oven. Her arm reached under him and her small hand grabbed his ass as she clenched his leg like a snake wrapping around its prey. Her mouth was inches from the swelling of his crotch, and the thought made her salivate.

His clothes were cold and wet against her hot body. She looked up to see his eyes burning with want for her. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt until she reached in between the buttons and ripped it open. His chest was muscular and hairy. The muscles flexed at the soft touch of her tiny fingers.

She wrapped her arms around him. Her head only came up to his chest. She whispered, "This can't be a raging moment of passion. This has to be a slow, deep, penetrating fuck." She giggled under her breath and Mike laughed.

She could smell his cologne mixing with the sweat on his large chest, and she kissed it gently. The hair tickled her nose as she moved her face to his nipples, bit one and pulled back slightly. As Mike leaned his head back, her petite hands stroked along the hardened rise in his pants.

Mike reached down to open her robe, then wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass. When he picked her up, she slid her legs around his waist and her warm moisture mixed with the cool, rain-soaked heat of his skin. He kissed her mouth-gently at first, as if afraid to mess up the seductive mood of the dark night. Becca slipped her tongue through her red lips then licked along the edge of his mouth and kissed his now wet lips, meshing together in a passionate embrace.

His arms were like a vice pulling her against his huge frame. Mike carried her down the hall to the bedroom, laid her on the bed and took his shirt off. He threw it over her head and told her to close her eyes.

"I want to explore you," he whispered.

Becca swallowed. She felt scared and excited by his advances. His hand overwhelmed her breast as he molded it to his palm and kissed her tummy. His firm jaw rested above her inferno then slid along the crease as she clenched her eyes tight, trying not to moan. His hot mouth was her weakness, so she reached down, grabbed his hair and pulled at it, begging for his mouth to encompass her pussy.

Mike grabbed both her ankles in his hands, gently pulled them apart, and sighed at the sight of her. He kissed her ankle. With the shirt and darkness blinding her this became a deeply erotic exploration. His mouth was hot as his breath caressed down her thighs. His tongue slid between her pussy lips and became engulfed in her juices as he devoured her like a wild beast. His large hands groped over her body touching and squeezing every inch of her.

Her arms spread like an angel and she arched her back, rising to his mouth. She looked up and saw the glimmer of light reflected from the rain on the dark ceiling above her. Becca's moans guided him as Mike probed gently inside her with his finger and searched for her perfect spot. Her silky insides tightened around him as he slid them between her labia.

"I can't stand this," Mike whispered. "I want you so badly."

Mike stood up, furiously trying to undo his pants but Becca slapped his hands away. She slowly undid his pants as she laid her head against his groin and felt the rigid throb of his cock pulse inside the fabric. She looked up at him as she pulled his pants down his legs and saw his eyes fill with desire. She was surprised at the wet spot on his underwear from his desire for her. She slid her hand inside his underwear and grasped the shaft, a little scared by the size of it. He was truly gifted with more than a great body. Her petite hand grasped him and she licked the tip through the fabric. His hands grasped the back of her head and he motioned for her to continue.

As Becca pulled it from the confinement of his underwear, she giggled, wondering where the hell she'd put it. She licked her lips and smiled as she took the tip between them, tasting ever so slightly the hot essence of his loins. His moans deepened as she slid almost half of his shaft into her mouth. She almost gagged as his body jerked, trying to contain his urge to slam into her.

Shaking, he grabbed her firmly in his hands, picked her up and threw her onto the bed. This was becoming increasingly primal. She was scared but so aroused by the thoughts and feelings encompassing her body that the mere touch of him made her shudder with delight.

Mike was so big against her small frame. She wasn't sure if she could handle this. He kissed her mouth deep and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her and positioned himself between her legs. Mike was shaking as he held her legs and tried to pierce the op

ening of her pussy. Becca reached down, guiding him to the entrance. As he slowly pushed, the tightness of her small inner sanctum stretched to accommodate him. Mike looked down watching his cock disappear into her pussy. The pain almost caused her to cry out. She dug her nails into his chest and strained to hold back. She screamed as he plunged fully into her.

Knowing he was hurting her, Mike asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

And she said, "No. Please don't stop. I want you. I want this. I need this!"

Mike leaned down to kiss her again and started stroking in and out slowly. At first Becca got lightheaded until she adjusted to his size and the pleasure she received from him. His chest was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his heart pounded as he started driving deeply into Becca, stretching her and feeling the tightness of her pussy against the skin of his cock. He licked his finger and reached down to caress the top of her pubis and rub against her clit.

Becca reached up to push him away and told him to lie down. "I'm tired of this. If we're gonna do this right, let's just fuck."

She straddled him and he grasped her hips and watched as she lowered herself onto his large cock. She picked up her legs, letting him get into her as deeply as possible. Mike closed his eyes and moaned.

Her hands dragged against his chest as she rode him. "Oh damn. Fuck me Mike. Let me feel you explode inside of me! I need it!" Her words empowered him and he furiously grabbed her hips and slammed into her without care.

She flailed, trying to keep control as he forced himself deeply into her over and over. As the heat and friction of their sex heated up she seemed to float into a state of bliss. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his chest as her ass slapped against his flexing legs.

Mike's hands couldn't grope her body enough as they grabbed and pulled at her with a desperate search for something to hold onto. Becca leaned forward and Mike grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pounded up into her.

Becca felt the speed quicken and saw how hard Mike was breathing so she put her finger in his mouth and felt him tense, shiver, and stop. She tightened her inner muscles hard and felt him explode with a cry. The force lifted her up as again and again she felt his spurts come out. Becca's eyes closed and she came, deeply, soothingly mixing the juices of their desires.

He felt her flexing inside and her vaginal walls caress him as her orgasm flowed from within her. The slow glide had stopped and she felt both full of his essence and her own fulfillment as they cuddled together. She played with his chest hairs as she lay on top of him.

After a time, they got up because he needed to go. As Mike stood there fixing himself and combing his hair, he noticed some pictures on her nightstand. They were of a military man. On closer examination he noticed a half dozen pictures in the room of the same guy. Trying not to be alarmed Mike asked, "Who are these pictures of?"

"Oh, these are of my father. I haven't seen him in ages. He and my mom were married in Vietnam a long time ago and we haven't seen him for about 15 years. We moved here about 10 years ago. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Mike said. "But these are pictures of my dad!"

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The Urge1::::

They laughed as they walked up the stairs after their romantic dinner. Leanne was a little tense. She wasn't very experienced at bringing men home and the thought of being clumsy or looking frigid made her nervous.

Dinner was extraordinary. They'd gone to a Mexican restaurant and had her favorite, Chili Verde and refried beans. She'd also had a few margaritas, and flour tortillas that she'd playfully rolled up and slid in and out of her mouth, teasing Will. Leanne was a pretty woman.

She was a little tall for most men at 5 feet 10 inches but most of it was long legs, and she often wore skirts to accentuate them. Will had no problem with her height since he was over 6 feet tall. He had a medium build and was handsome.

After she opened the door, she leaned back against the frame and touched his face with her hand. She pulled him towards her and they kissed softly. He sighed. He kept kissing her slowly, moving his hand up her side to just below her breast. She backed into the house, leading him with her hands grasping his neck. The door swung shut and the dim light from the kitchen was enough for him to see. He knelt down, wrapped his arms around her bottom and lifted her up. Will buried his face in her cleavage and her perfume filled his lungs.

The soft skin of her breasts made his mouth drool. He could see that she wore silk undergarments with a lace ruffle, his favorite. He carried her and followed her directions to the bedroom, clutching her tight and licking her breasts. Her long hair hung down her back as she threw her head back, feeling wanton and scared at the same time.

It had been a long time for Leanne and she did not want to be obvious. She tried hard to keep herself in control and control her heavy breathing. When Will set her down she grabbed the matches she'd left on the bureau and walked around the room lighting candles.

As she lit the last few Will came up behind her, picked her up and laid her on the table. She moaned softly; it was as if the beast in her wanted to be set free. She'd needed to be wanted like this. Although they'd only had two other dates, she wanted Will. She was already moistening her underwear and the fires in her heart made the nectar sweeter.

"I want you so badly that I can taste it." Will whispered as they kissed on the table. His weight crushed against her and she loved how he felt against her. She felt him harden as he pressed his groin against hers, making love to her through their clothes.

Leanne had been holding the feelings in since after dinner. She wanted to set them fre

e. Her passion increased the need to let herself go, but she held it in. She couldn't lose control yet. She wanted to so bad but was afraid of what Will would think of her. She knew she looked very proper and probably seemed a little stuck up. But Will kept kissing her and moved his hands to her supple breasts, massaging them softly, molding them to his hands. She enjoyed the attention he gave to details and knew where he was heading.

He glided his hands up her long legs as he kissed her midsection. His fingers found the wet lace and could feel how nervous she was by the twitching of her stomach as he kissed it. She was so soft, so sweet, so sexy. Her anticipation was apparent to him. The way she moaned and leaned her head back as he pulled her soaked panties down her luscious legs were his cue to what he should do.

Will kissed her ankle, moving his hand down the back of her leg, opening it wide for him. She was nervous because she'd never had a man go down on her the right way. Her other boyfriends had never taken the time to appreciate how much pleasure a woman derives from oral sex.