In Him

20 Thursday Sep 2012

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The candles flickered and danced, casting light and shadow over her flawlessly smooth skin. Her bare legs were spread slightly as she knelt next to him, her plump thighs creamy in the amber glow. He ran his fingers lightly through the damp tangle of curls, teasing her with a whisper soft touch, watching as her full hips thrust to meet his hand, seeking greater contact and sighing as he withdrew.

She took his cock in her hand and stroked it lightly, her touch as soft as his, her teasing deliberate and slow. She lowered her mouth to him, pressing her lips against his cock. He breathed in deeply as she parted her lips with a soft click and flicked her tongue over the tender tip. The hard points of her nipples grazed his skin, making the hairs rise wherever she touched.

She took him into her mouth, wetting his cock and stroking the shaft with her hand. He ran his hands through her silken hair and tugged gently, making her moan and take him deeper. His hips thrust against her, fucking her willing mouth. He felt her hand slide softly over his balls, high and tight against his body, and her sharp nails rake through his thick hair and scratch seductively over the soft skin. He spread his legs slightly, inhaling sharply again as her strong fingers slid past his balls and over his ass, following the natural curve of his body to the sensitive, tight opening of his ass. Her cool finger pressed against him, massaging the sensitive spot. He spread his legs wider, submissive beneath her, watching as her head bobbed, her blue eyes looking up into his.

She drew her mouth up the length of him, letting the head go with a pop and with a knowing smile, ran her tongue down the length of his slippery shaft. He moaned at the feeling of her mouth pressed against his balls, feeling a shiver go up his spine as her warm breath stirred the thick hair at the base of his cock. She nuzzled him, kissing him, running her lips and tongue over him, nipping at him gently and making him squirm anew.

She pushed his legs apart and back and ran her tongue over his asshole. A shudder of pleasure coursed through him as her strong, slick tongue breached his opening and slid inside him. He grabbed the bed clothes, clenching the sheets in his fists as she probed him deeply, fucking his ass with her tongue. Her hand was firm on his cock, stroking him with deep even strokes that matched her busy mouth, and when she pressed her lips against him and sucked, he exhaled deeply, the only words he was able to manage was a breathless “Oh, baby…”

He wanted more.

She knelt between his legs and leaned into him. Her belly and breasts pressed against him and he ran his hands over every square inch of her. She stretched out beneath his busy hands as she reached for the drawer of the nightstand. He turned his head to see what she was retrieving, and when he saw the dildo grasped her fist, he felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

She slid back on her heels, running her lips along the length of his body, depositing kisses here and there, paying a bit of sweet attention to his already-bursting cock before leaning back and parting her thighs. She held the dildo like a cock—firmly, jutting away from her pelvis. The base curved upwards and flared into a thick, tapered bulb. She looked into his eyes and pressed the bulb against her pussy, parting the plump lips and sliding it against her aching clit. She teased herself with it, opening her legs wider so that he could see the deep pink inner folds shining with her own desire and passion.

The base slipped in easily and he watched as her cunt was filled with the thick base, spreading his legs unconsciously in anticipation as she held the long shaft that curved up from her curly nest of hair, looking so very much like a real cock. She stroked it like it was part of her, and he knew that with every move of her hand, the thick base moved deep inside her, and the ridges on the inside of the curve were rubbing against her hard clit. Without taking his eyes off her, he reached in the drawer and handed her a small bottle of lube. She smiled and let a slippery drizzle of it run over her fingers and the end of her cock.

Again, she stroked the dildo, making it shine, fucking herself with it. Her breath quickened, and she reached down with a shining hand and ran it over his ass. Her slick middle finger slipped easily inside him, making him moan. He brought his hips up to meet her hand, watching as a thick, milky gob of pre-cum oozed from the tip and caught in his hair.

She added a finger, widening him further, not satisfying him but making him ache to be filled completely. She stroked him slowly and deeply, seeing his need grow. His cock was purple and throbbing and he was afraid she was going to make him cum just like that. He needed that cock inside him, so he pleaded with her.

“Fuck me.”

She slid her fingers out of his ass and leaned forward, guiding the head of her cock to his ass. Her full breasts swayed as she teased his ass with the head, pressing against the tight hole and easing the head past the strong muscles.

He groaned as she spread him wide, opening his ass and filling it with inch after inch of hard cock. Her hands were on his thighs, holding him firmly as she entered him, sinking into him deeply, not stopping until he could feel her pubic curls against his ass. Again, he pleaded with her, needing to be fucked, wanting to see her tits bounce as she thrust against him.

“Fuck me, baby.”

Slowly she pulled out, letting him feel every delicious inch. The pleasure showed on her face as she moved; her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming faster. She leaned in, easier this time as the dildo filled his ass. Her hips set a steady motion, thrusting into him, her smooth skin meeting his with a muffled slap. Slap. Slap.

He reached down and grabbed his cock, hard and hot in his hand. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin near the head furiously as her speed increased. Her tits swayed and bounced with every thrust. She pushed his legs further apart, drilling into him as deeply as she could go.

He felt his body crescendo and with a soft grunt of pleasure, he reached his peak. The cum boiled up from his balls and spurted out in hot jets, shooting over his stomach and chest, and he exhaled deeply as she stopped moving, allowing his body to process the bliss coursing through him.

Gently, she pulled out, feeling him shudder with spent pleasure. She leaned back and eased the dildo out of her cunt and standing, walked up the bed and straddled his face. Greedily he pulled her to him, burying his face in her wet pussy, sucking and licking at it, making her buck and writhe. He held her hips and focused on her pleasure, working her hard clit like a tiny cock, using his tongue inside her in the way he knew she liked best.

Her juices ran down his chin and he felt a thin trickle make its way down his neck. She grabbed the headboard and cried out as he made her cum, swallowing hard and fast to keep up with her. She slumped beside him, spent and panting, and kissed the lips that were still shining and musky with her juices.

“Thank you, babe,” he said.

“I love you,” she replied.

The Next Morning

19 Wednesday Sep 2012

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This is a sequel to the short story, “In Ms. B’s Bunk“.

“Do you really have to leave?”

Her head peeked around the shower curtain and she smiled at me, her eyes still heavy-lidded from lack of sleep. Her bed-tousled hair was sexy and I wanted to run my hands through it, pulling her close again, feeling her lips on mine. But the drive was a long one, and I was late getting started as it was.

“Unfortunately,” I replied, closing my eyes and tipping my face into the spray, letting the hot water soak my hair and wash the sleep out of my foggy, fuzzy brain. The curtain fell back into place with a wet whisper and I heard the splash of her feet on the tub floor behind me. In an instant, her arms were around me, holding me close, her soft, warm body pressed tightly to mine.

Her hands flitted over my skin, cupping my breasts and tugging gently at the nipples that had grown hard at the sound of her voice. My body had already learned how to respond to her, trained over hours of touching, stroking and kneading. I melted into her, unable and unwilling to resist the touch of her bare skin on mine. Her lips were soft on my shoulder, kissing me in a trail soft as butterfly footprints to my neck, to the sensitive spot behind my earlobe that made shivers run up and down my spine all night long. “It’s going to be awhile before you can come back,” she reminded me in a low voice, her breath warm on my ear.

It was going to be a long time before I would feel her knowing hands on my body again, a long time before I’d hear her soft voice whispering sweet, sexy, dirty words in my ear. It would be a long time before I would feel her precious lips on mine, make her nipple grow hard in my mouth, taste the musky sweetness of her pussy on my tongue. It made my heart ache, and my clit burn.

The snap of a plastic bottle opening brought me back to reality, and I breathed deeply the smell of coconut as her strong fingers worked the shampoo into a thick lather and massaged my scalp. I leaned my head back, letting her wash my hair. Life was so easy with her in control. Part of me wanted to stay and let her take care of me, but there were kids at home who needed me, babies who needed their hair washed, and a husband expecting to put his hands where hers had been. There were people who needed me to take care of them.

The soap ran down my body in thick, white streams, making my skin slick and slippery. She turned me around and I tipped my head back into the spray, closing my eyes against the stinging lather. Her hands were on me again, sliding around the curves of my ass and pulling me close to her. Her soft breasts pressed against mine and I grabbed them hungrily.

Right now she needed me, and for the moment, I was hers.

I gave into the desire. I ran my hands through her hair, feeling it silky between my fingers, pulling her mouth to mine. I tasted her hungrily. In her soft lips still swollen from lovemaking and in her searching tongue, all the passion we had shared, and all the pent-up longing and long-distance teasing before that, and the sweet ache of not knowing when she would be mine again mingled in pulsing currents between us.

I slid my hand between her legs and parted her lips, stroking her clit. She was so ready for me. I pressed her against the shower wall, letting the hot water wash over our bodies. She was slick and tight as I slid into her, hitting her most sensitive spots and making her arch into my hand. With my free hand I played with the silver barbell through her nipple, tugging it gently and making her moan into my open mouth. “What am I going to do when you’re gone?”

I didn’t answer her with words. I didn’t know how to say that she should savor this pleasure and store it up so she could pull it out when she was feeling alone. I kissed her sweet lips and used my hands the way she’d taught me, guiding me patiently over her pleasure centers, showing me what feels good to her over and over again until we slept in each other’s arms.

I no longer needed a map. Our first time–my first time–was far behind me, and I wanted to make this beautiful woman come over and over again. Or at least one more time. I stroked my fingers inside her, curling them deep within, feeling her clench around me. Her breath was shallow and fast, and her hips jerked against me. I needed to taste her again.

I pulled my fingers out of her and she sighed, opening her eyes, waiting breathlessly for me.

I put them in my mouth and tasted her, and she groaned as I smiled.

I knelt before her, running my hands over her curves, trying to memorize every inch of her soft, precious skin. I teased the little nest of curls between her legs, watching intently as she spread her legs for me and put one foot up on the side of the tub. Her shiny pink slit parted, and the silver loop through her plump nether lip beckoning to me. I kissed it and felt her shudder, and I let my lips linger on her sensitive clit for just a minute, before parting the rosy folds with my tongue and tasted her in earnest.

Her hands were on my head, caressing me as I sucked her sweet pussy, licking it, stroking her hard, berry-like clit with my flattened tongue. She was moaning with every breath, pressing me to her, coming too quickly.

I slid my fingers back inside her and she groaned. “Just let go, baby,” I told her, working her cunt hard, probing her deeply. My tongue and lips danced on the center of her pleasure, recalling her gentle direction and no longer needing it. She was mine, and I was going to make her come, make her tremble in my hands and hold her as she spiraled out of control, if only for a blessedly brief time.

My own cunt was swollen with desire and my clit throbbed painfully. I pressed my thighs together, the taste of her juices running over my tongue and down my arm bringing me to the edge. I needed to feel her come for me first. I slipped a third finger inside her, spreading her wider and making her moan and thrust against me again.

“I don’t want to,” she said, her voice husky with desire, shaking her head side to side, even as her hands urged me to continue. “I don’t want it to end.” But it was too late. Her last word dissolved into a cry as she came, her cunt spasming around my finger. Deep contractions and a warm gush of fluid in my mouth, hands in my hair, her leg around my shoulders, pulling me into her center.

Her eyes flashed under heavy lids, and I stood, but she turned away from my kiss. “Don’t,” I said, cupping her chin in my hand and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her tears were salty as they fell and I kissed them away. “It’s not forever,” I said, holding her close, letting the water wash over us. “This is just the beginning of our story, love.”