My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen Page B

the river now
coming into view. The water was rough with some calm patches where
large rocks blocked off the flow. Trees and bushes surrounded it,
keeping it a private option.
    Frano pulled on the hand brake and
unbuckled his seat belt. He leaned over and cupped my face again,
giving me a kiss. “I’d love to live with you,” he murmured against
my lips.
    He pulled back and got out of the car.
Ecstatic over his words, I jumped out and went around the hood,
stopping in front of him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He
smiled at me, the teasing look in his eyes turning me on. My gaze
moved to his muscular chest, enjoying the slow striptease he was
doing for me.
    He slipped off his shirt, letting it fall
to the ground. “Get naked; I want to do some skinny dipping with
you.”
    I shook my head, still shy about getting
undressed in front of him. I loved it when we were in the moment,
especially when he ripped my clothes off. I felt too self-conscious
to take them off myself, even more so since I didn’t have the best
figure. I was a bit podgy around the middle, my stomach not flat
like Angelica Rosso’s. Frano’s fiancée had the most beautiful body.
She had the biggest breasts and the tiniest waist, not to mention
the prettiest face. It made me wonder what Frano saw in
me.
    My eyes lowered down him as he removed
his pants and underwear, kicking them off. His body was stunning:
his muscles, his smooth dark-olive skin, and his large... His cock
started to fill out, making me look up at his face. His eyes were
glazing over, which meant—
    I jolted as he grabbed me,
kissing me hard. His hands moved all over my body, pulling my clothes off,
almost ripping them in the process. Before I knew it, he had me
naked. A second later, he pulled away from me, leaving me dazed and
breathless.
    Grinning
wickedly , he
turned and ran for the water, yelling out as he jumped in, no doubt
because it was cold. I snapped out of my stupor and laughed,
thinking it served him right for turning me on, then taking off. He
scrambled out of the river, shivering like crazy, but all I could
see was his dripping wet body. Like the first time I saw him emerge
from water, I wanted to lick every drop off his body, quenching my
thirst for him—if that was even possible, since I didn’t think I
could ever get enough of Frano.
    Noise came from my left, making
my head snap around. Several birds emerged from a bush, and flew off. I
breathed out; still worried that someone would see us. I bent down
and grabbed my underwear off the ground, not comfortable with being
naked in public. Even though we were surrounded by trees and
bushes, we could still be caught.
    Frano rushed forward, making me
shriek, his sudden movement startling me. “No, you don’t,” he said,
picking me up. He carried me past some bushes and laid me down on
the grass, blanketing me with his body. I squealed, his skin cold
and wet from the river.
    I batted at him to get off. “You’re
wet!”
    He ignored my protests
and started
kissing me, stealing my breath away yet again. I stopped batting at
him, forgetting what I’d been complaining about. He continued
kissing me, those lips of his taking me to Heaven. It was corny,
but I didn’t know any other way to describe it.
    He pushed my legs apart and prodded my
pussy with his cock, then thrust inside of me, groaning as he
entered. I stiffened, the realization he wasn’t wearing a condom
snapping me out of my bliss.
    “ Frano! What are you doing?” I
said, shoving at his shoulders.
    “ Making love to my amore .” He took a hold of my hands and pushed them to the
ground, his mouth going to mine once more.
    I jerked my head to the side. “You’re
not wearing a condom.”
    “ Because I want nothing between
us.”
    I stared up at him,
taken by the
possessive look in his eyes. “But you’ll get me pr-pregnant,” I
stuttered out, starting to not care, because when he looked at me
like that—I would do anything for him.
    “ Then I