Embracing Ellie: Chapter 10

Daniel’s strong hands gripped her hips, guided her movements, deep, rhythmic thrusts pulsing waves of pleasure. The pleasure coursed through her body and went in tingling fingers down her limbs. Danny’s game today had Hemi Armstrong in her thoughts instead of her husband. Rugged Hemi, the handsome hiking guide who had charmed her on the cliff. His muscular legs, his huge chest. The bulge in his shorts.

Guilt gnawed at her, but she reminded herself that this was just a game—a fantasy that Daniel had initiated. Not her. Her hands were clean. She could revel in the dirty talk, the forbidden thoughts that sent her pulse racing. She could do it because they weren’t her own. They were Danny’s. He’d put this in her head—and she didn’t hate it.

Didn’t hate it at all.

In fact, there was something exciting about Danny’s attraction to such a perverse thing. Not that she herself was perverted—that wasn’t the case—or that Danny was a pervert. It was how they did it together. Danny didn’t have some dark secret he hid from her. He stumbled into something naughty and shared it with her. But of course he would; Danny’s dark and dirty secret was about her. Danny’s fantasy was watching her put Hemi’s penis in her mouth. To please another man. She suspected it didn’t end there, and that Danny feared suggesting anything else.  But while he made love to her, she knew behind those closed-off blues, he was thinking of Hemi doing this very thing right now.

And she couldn’t help thinking it, too. Danny was handsome. Danny was charming. Danny had a great body. She loved Danny’s body. But she could also pretend the man holding her hips and rocking his pelvis against her butt, his penis deep inside her, wasn’t Danny, but Hemi instead. When she did, crystal stars exploded in her vision; twinkling, falling; her pulse tripled, and she began to cry out with each thrust from the man behind her.

What would it be like to touch Hemi’s chest, to feel the bulk of his muscles beneath her hands?

As Daniel’s breath grew ragged in her ear, she slipped deeper into the fantasy.

What would it be like to have Hemi in the hammock with her, his powerful arms holding her close? She imagined his deep voice whispering in her ear with that accent, huge fingers tracing patterns on her skin. Hemi had a much broader and deeper sexual history than she or Danny did, and that both excited and intimidated her.

Hemi could really take control of their lovemaking. Daniel was strong and confident, but Hemi was a different breed altogether. He was a man who was used to conquering the wilderness, to facing challenges head-on. That same determination would translate to the bedroom.

And then there was the question of Hemi’s penis. Danny had joked about it being as big as a wine bottle, but surely that was an exaggeration. She wouldn’t want something that big, but the thought of something so out of the ordinary, so sexually extreme, sent a thrill through her, nonetheless. This was playing with fire; Danny’s  fantasy was dangerous territory. But she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to explore these forbidden thoughts, wanted to see where they would take her.

As Daniel’s grip on her hips tightened, she moaned with considerable enthusiasm, body shuddering with an oncoming explosion of pleasure.

The most intense orgasm she had ever experienced boomed inside her with a thunderous release. Once the juices squirted into her system, it roared up mightier and wider, expanding and billowing, rushing into her extremities and washing through her heart and mind with a rapturous torrent.

She thrashed and babbled incoherent sounds, mind whirling ecstasy and desire. Danny’s hands roamed over her chest, squeezing her breasts through the cotton bustier and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His hardness inside her gushed with mutual excitement; he was close, too.

As the orgasm continued to thunder through her, no abating—maybe, oh wow, getting bigger—she imagined Hemi naked in the hammock, his muscular body glistening with sweat. His massive hands roamed over her body, his control over her complete as he used his powerful arms and legs to hold her in place and ram her insides with his wine-bottle cock.

And she imagined Danny watching her with Hemi, his eyes filled with stormy lust and desire. Danny would love to see her with another man, to watch as she surrendered herself to someone else’s touch. The thought sent a thrill through her, and she moaned long and loud, dark orgasmic magic whooshing through her and making her think the worst things, burning up those things like fuel for its mighty engine.

Danny grunted and growled behind her, his hands gripping her hips harder, his thrusts coming with furious urgency. She was sure he told her to say Hemi’s name. She cried out at the request, loving how this awful imagining worked on her, how it went through her like fiery rockets. The babbling nonsense the orgasm produced began to shape the sounds more like Hemi’s name and at last, she cried out, “Ah, ah, mm, Hemi!”

It felt incredible, and the orgasm changed a gear and began to climb her highest peak.

Now her thoughts turned darker. Staff from the estate wandering into their chalet’s garden, watching her with Hemi. Maybe some of those tourists they had seen down on the beach today, snapping pictures of the woman getting fucked by this gorgeous gladiator with a cock as big as a wine bottle. They would all coo and blush, unable to believe how good she looked with Hemi.

These thoughts were wrong. They were crossing a line that she wasn’t sure she was ready to cross. But the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. She couldn’t help but let go, to give in to the fantasy Danny had created.

As the orgasm finally began to bloom into foggy obliteration, she collapsed into the hammock, boneless body spent and exhausted, and Danny held onto her, kept thrusting and thrusting, the penetration pounding unearthly pleasure into her core.

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Danny’s hips slammed into Elena’s, their exposed skin slick with sweat and desire. Elena gushed with crazy excitement, her insides gripping him, the sound of their union battened with slick suction and the sound of membranous smacking. She yipped and cried and groaned and he knew she’d come and he suspected she was still coming even as his own orgasm seized his trigger.

He could feel her orgasm rippling through her, her muscles clenching around him as she cried out Hemi’s name. The sound of Hemi’s name on his wife’s sex-contorted lips had sent a jolt of electricity through him, and fired off his payload.

“Ah, Ellie,” he groaned, voice low and guttural. “You’re so, mm, hot.”

Ellie was lost in the throes of pleasure, body limp and exhausted beneath him. But as he continued to pound into her, one hand reached back and grabbed his scrotum, Ellie’s fingers digging into his flesh. The unexpected grip on his most sensitive place went off between his ears like a shotgun blast and he roared out in the loudest, lustiest sound he’d ever emitted. Ellie didn’t stop, gripping, coddling, pulling, urging him to keep stroking his penis into her. She was still coming.

“Oh, you feel so good, Hemi,” she moaned, breathy and desperate, his testicles in her tugging claw. “Oh my god, you’re so big.”

Danny’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, tossed his helpless body convulsing through the air, mind soaring, consciousness fading as he emptied himself into Ellie—jet after jet, each one blasting off fireworks behind his eyes and gripping his heart with shaking madness. His hips jammed her butt cheeks in a sweaty seal and Elena let out a cry with each ejaculating pulse, like she could feel him exploding inside her, his cock flexing and twitching; her nails raked his scrotum and fell away.

He roared loud and free,  voice echoing through the trees before he collapsed on top of Ellie, the hammock swinging wildly with them.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent. Then, slowly, he rolled off of Ellie, his body slick with sweat. He looked down at Elena, her dark hair spread out around the hammock in tangles. She rolled over, glazed, cheeks shining and flushed with pleasure.

The sounds of their passion still echoed in the air, and the new silence horrified him. They’d been loud. Really loud.

He glanced around his shoulder, half-expecting to see a crowd of onlookers staring at them in shock. They were secluded, but still had other neighbors in their own chalets. In the distance, he heard someone laugh a loud hee-haw sound, and he was convinced it was because of them. They had surely been as loud as that laugh had been.

But the beach was empty, save for a few gulls squawking overhead. “I guess we got a little carried away,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

Elena was aghast, sitting up fast, her dress clinging to her, one breast pushing down the dress’s bustier enough her hard nipple sparkled with sweat in the sunlight. She’d heard the distant laugh. “Did they hear us? Danny, did they hear us?”

He wasn’t horrified or embarrassed. He was super-charged. Elena’s reaction aroused him like crazy. Ellie of the good disposition, Ellie with the mother who was head of the Catholic Women’s League in Chula Vista. Ellie the good girl had a naughty moment. He fixated on it, and a residual orgasmic shudder shook his shoulders. But Ellie scrambled out of the hammock, almost tripping on the panties she wore when they fell and lassoed her ankles. She kicked out of them while she trotted, pulling down her dress skirt as she ran. Laughter seized him so good, he almost fell himself, trying to get out of the hammock in a hurry and his eyes closed, trying to breathe between guffaws. He trotted drunkenly, pulling up his shorts, his sticky dick stuffed behind his fly and zipped up, just as hard as ever.

Ellie had darted inside the chalet and she held the door for him, urging him to hurry, craning her head around and looking for trouble coming to get them for daring to have noisy sex in the afternoon. He jumped inside and shoulder-bumped the door frame, ricocheting then falling against the couch and slumping behind it, between the couch’s back and the window by the door.

Ellie both laughed and looked angry with him, closing the door behind him quietly, peering out the gap. She dropped to the floor to keep below the windows and crawled to him. He received her and embraced her, still laughing but calming now. She went on her knees and reached up, twisting the rod that would close the vertical blinds. He burst out laughing again and Ellie swatted his shoulder playfully.

And what a vision. Before him on her knees, hair sex-damp and framing that angel face, her dress clinging to her skin, her nipples pushing out the fabric; the smile pulling back her plump lips. The look in her golden, green-flecked eyes, renewed to life from wherever that amazing sex had sent her off to. And she looked down on him like he was the best thing on earth, even if he irritated her with his laughter.

Then she collapsed next to him, laughing as well, both of them with their backs to the window, hiding like kids who had just pulled off a prank. Danny looked back another time, squinting between the blinds, scanning the beach for any signs of life. No one came.

“I don’t see anyone,” he said, trying not to crack up again. “But your panties are decorating the shrub out there.”

Ellie shot a look back and gasped, hand going over her mouth and whipped back straight, snuffling laughter into her hand. The giggles subsided and her eyes moved to his. “I can’t believe we did that,” she said into her hands.

“Hemi?” he asked, voice rising with amusement.

Her eyes widened and her hands came away. “What?”

“You called me Hemi,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Elena’s cheeks flushed even deeper, and she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god,” she groaned. “I did, didn’t I? You asked me to, Danny!”

He chuckled, pulling her into his arms. “I did?”

“Danny…”

“If you say so,” he said, not even caring. If he’d known how it would affect him, he would have begged her to do it. “It’s okay,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I kind of liked it.”

“Danny, it was a lot more than kind-of. It made you crazy.”

“Yeah,” he admitted with a chuckle. “It was...hot. Crazy hot.”

She moved her mouth to his and kissed him, lips soft and warm.