Spicy Cinnamon Apples

Part 3
Temptation

His lips move slowly against mine, feeling them, tasting them. His lips are soft and light, and fit with mine as if they were the same. His hands move, one to my lower back, the other shifting through my hair. Lost and confused at his statement, I start to pull away but remember our agreement. Still not willing to completely give in, I tense and remain a statue. Frowning slightly, his hand grips the back of my neck and yanks me down to the floor with him leaning over me. My arms, still attached to the bedpost, stretch painfully and the satin chord bites into my wrists. I realize what he wants as he dives back down to claim my lips again. So I respond to his kiss, and move my lips against his. With this done he lifts me back up and I sigh as the tension in my arms evaporates. He once again kisses me and I dutifully kiss back. And then everything changes.

His hand presses the back of my head as he begins to kiss me harder, his lips dragging over mine while nipping and sucking my now swollen lips. My breathing becomes heavier. My mind becoming lost, but it is sharply awakened when his other hand cups my breast. I shriek and he uses the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I groan in anger and twist against him, but he only holds me tighter, his hand still holding my breast. His tongue moves against mine slowly… sweetly. Soon my struggles die down and I once again am kissing him back. My wails of protest turn to moans of pleasure as he slowly explores my mouth and invites me to explore his. I accept the invitation and taste him for the first time. He tastes… sexy. Like spicy cinnamon apples. It makes my mouth water and my stomach clench with… something.

I pull away in confusion. I gasp for air and look to his eyes for answers. His gaze is hot. It makes me shudder. He once again shifts behind me. I lean my forehead against the post, my slipping down hands below me. What was the matter with me? Why was I responding this way? I then feel his warm hands against my back. I raise my head in confusion and then my eyes widen at the sounds of buttons coming undone. The sounds of cloth sliding against cloth are as loud as a gun shot as he slips my dress off me. I breathe in a shaky breathe to fight the newfound nausea coming over me. My feelings don’t matter now, I remind myself. All that matters is what is happening to me.

The top of my dress is now pooled around my waist. I feel a slight chill in my half clad state. All that is protecting my torso is my tight corset and chemise. I swallow and get ready for him to finish undressing me. Unexpectedly, he stands up behind me. I look up, confused, but then gasp as he grabs my bound wrists and slides them up the post. His hand wraps under my ribs to help haul me up. A small whine escapes my lips as I realize the dress has now completely fallen to the floor. He slides my wrists all the way up the post and then turns me around to face him. I squirm at the pain of the satin twisting and digging into my wrists.

He takes a moment to look me over. My face is flushed, my breasts are heaving, and I am covered in goose bumps. He swallows and his eyes darken. He once again turns me around and begins to untie my corset. I remain motionless and try to find a happy place. After I few of minutes I begin to wonder what is taking him so long. My question is answered when I hear him grumble “bloody corsets, why do women wear these things?!? And what’s with all these strings!” I giggle. He sighs. “It’s not funny! I think I am unintentionally making a knot. Does it tie up or down?” He asks. “Up I think” I answer, still giggling. But I stop when I realize what I just did. I helped him. Not only that but I helped him undress me! But there is something about him… just his aura, it’s… nice…almost amusing?

He whoops a cry of triumph and I gasp when the loosened corset joins the dress on the ground. Now all I am wearing is my thin chemise. I remind myself to breathe as he turns me around again. His eyes lock with mine, and then drift down to my cleavage where the little pink bows to remove the chemise are located. His hand begins to reach for them and I freak. “WAIT!” I cry and we both jump. He looks at me and waits, looking impatient. My mind frantically searches for some kind of excuse, anything to delay him from completely undressing me. “Um, shouldn’t you um…” I blush heavily. He looks at me in confusion. I sigh in humiliation. “Well, why am I the only one undressed here!?” I squeak and my face turns tomato red. His eyes lighten with understanding and amusement. He laughs and winks. “That desperate to see me naked hmm?” I blush and stammer “No! It’s just unfair!” He laughs again and begins to remove his shirt.

I watch, fascinated, as the muscles and tendons in his strong arms move to remove his clothes. Then he is standing before me in all his glory. Not an ounce of shame in his stance. My face is an oven; you could bake cookies on it. He once again approaches. “Now lets really make it fair.” He whispers, and begins to untie the bows. Once they are all untied. He reaches up to unbind my wrists. Both my arms and chemise obey the call of gravity. We stand before each other, me blushing and him staring. His arousal now clear to me.

Suddenly he grabs my arm and pulls me flush against his chest. His mouth conquers mine in a searing kiss like no other. There was no refusing him. My bosom is squished against his toned chest, his erection presses against my thigh. It was if we were connected. My arms automatically wrap themselves around his broad shoulders and his travel to my waist. I never want to forget this moment. Even though he is a stranger, even though he is going to make love to me, for this split second, I feel like... like I am in heaven.

He slowly backed us up till I felt the edge of the bed against the back of my knees. Ripping his mouth from mine he reached around my to grasp the sword I had forgotten was lying on the bed. “So that’s where I’d put it!” He states chuckling. I am again amazed at how lightly he takes the current situation. His eyes snap back to mine and he tosses the sword to the floor.

His arm sweeps under my knees as he lifts me, bridal style, and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce on the soft mattress and immediately scoot and cower at the head of the bed. He smirks and slowly crawls toward me. Fear seems to once again take hold of me. I fling out my arms to try and push him away. He simply grabs them and presses them up against the headboard. “What a naughty little rosebud.” He says tauntingly. He moves to sit between my legs and then kisses me again.

I squirm and tear my mouth from his. “No!” I groan, but he ignores me and simply moves his mouth southward. His tongue slips between my breasts and moves up and down. He then suckles the sensitive tip and lightly nibbles at it. My lean my head back to face the canopy as I try to control my breathing. “Please stop” I whisper. “Never” he simply replies and bites down roughly. I whimper slightly and glare down at him. He merely smiles. He moves down the bed, pulling my legs down with him until my head is on the pillows. He then positions himself on top of me and I am covered by his heat.

It feels as if he is everywhere. As if I am in a bath of him instead of water. His mouth spills kisses all over my face and neck, his hands attack my torso, caressing and kneading my burning skin. His knees are straddling my hips as he grinds his arousal against my throbbing sex. It feels strange, yet it is paradise, and all I can do to survive this torture is breathe.

He groans and his mouth returns to mine, his hands on either side of my head lift his body up away from me. I whimper at the loss. His head back and his eyes stare deep into mine. I’m losing, I know it now, I’m becoming lost in everything. His eyes, his warmth, even his smell, are all driving me insane. I’m becoming dizzy, when was the last time I had taken a breath? But what’s the point when he just steals it away from my lungs.
His breath mingles with mine and oh, how I want to arch my neck and feel those rough lips again. “Look at me” he breathes. “Look into my eyes.” I try to obey, to refocus my hazy vision on his sapphire gems. I keep staring till I find what he wants me to see. The serious gaze, the warning of what’s to come.

I gasp and give in to the urge to escape. I try to move but he stops me. His body becoming an iron cage around me. There was no resisting his strength. I sob as new found tears overflow. “Now now, behave yourself” he states emotionlessly as he quickly wipes my tears away and repositions his body. Placing his palms on either side of my head; his knees spread my legs, exposing my core to him. I shake my head, mumbling nonsense. I am scared. I try to hold in the tears.

Suddenly, there is pain. A burning sting spreads from within throughout my body. I gasp and clutch at him and the pillows. He is deep and hot within me. It hurts, my insides stretch to try and contain him. He feels huge inside me, huge and unwanted. My whole body trembles and shakes. “Breathe” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on it. “Try to breathe.” “Shut up!” I gasp. Why does it hurt so much!?

I claw at him. Try to return the pain that consumed me. But it was fading now. I feel my inner walls adjust to him. He nudges a little deeper and I winced, but it is bearable. Sensing this, he pulls out and thrusts back in. Another painful cry escapes my lips, but this time he doesn’t stop.

He moves roughly, I can feel every inch of him moving inside me. He picks up his pace; he has no rhythm whatsoever, just a series of random thrusts as he heaves his hips into mine. Suddenly, I feel a spark of feeling raced through my veins and then grip my heart in a wave of pleasure. The feeling mixed with my discomfort was indescribable. I moan and my hips jerk up unknowingly, trying to reawaken that feeling. He gasps at my action. He stops and glares at me dead on. “Do that again” he growls. I attempt to repeat the action that he seemed to like. He leans over, kisses me, and gasping excited breaths continues on.

That same feeling was intensifying, pinching my nerves till I became numb, he is a demon inside me, each thrust creating unstoppable fire. My breaths come quicker, our sweat dripping, him sliding against my skin, his smell, and his god damned unfathomable eyes! All this, was too much.

My vision went white, all the muscles in my body tense to the point of pain as the most incredible feeling over takes me. All I can do is scream. He groans as I sporadically tighten around him and then he releases into me. We ride out our orgasms, both of us trying to make it last. With one final moan he collapses on me, and I black out.