Ask No Questions (3 page)

Could a man ever tire of playing with nipples, he wondered. He was sure he could carry on indefinitely, stroking and pressing them, feeling them stiffen between his thumb and forefinger, watching them bloom. Then there were all the things you could do with your mouth, your tongue, your teeth. The fun never ended.

Kim's legs kicked and thrashed underneath him and her head twisted from side to side. Her face was deeply flushed now and her skin lightly beaded. Her lips were swollen from kissing, which made him want to kiss them again, in between sucking on nipples.

"Oh God," she pleaded. "Oh God, this is so…"

"Good?" he suggested, kissing her again while the pads of his thumbs grazed those full-to-bursting nipples, round and round in slow circles.

"Torture," she blurted when he released her. "If I'd known some kind of sex devil lived here…oh God. Please."

She bucked particularly violently underneath him. Well, perhaps it was time to move on. But he'd come back to her breasts again. And again. Many times before he was done. He reached around and unclipped her bra, which had become redundant anyway with its cups wrenched right down, then he shuffled down along her thighs, ready to take a good long look at the unexplored territory below her waist.

There was something about the smell of her that m
ade him want to do extremely sinful and wicked things to her. She clearly felt the same way, because she struggled to sit up and grab hold of him, trying to squash her breasts into his chest, her lips on his neck.

"Mm, hmmm," he said, capturing her mouth again and lying forwards on her until she was flat on her back again.

"I want you," she moaned. "So badly."

"You'll get me," he promised. "But I need to see to these hotpants."

"You've still got your shirt on," she protested.

"All in good time. You've been driving me mad with those teeny-tiny short shorts all day. They're coming off now. No delays."

He unbuttoned the waist and eased them over her bottom, cupping his palm over the curve on the way. They were soon gone and then she lay in front of him in no more than a pair of little satin knickers and her stripy knee-socks. The knee-socks lasted another three seconds, but the knickers were allowed to stay, just for as long as it took him to lift her legs and kiss her feet and lick the backs of her knees until she shivered. Then his lips moved at a leisurely pace up the insides of her thighs until he crouched between them, breathing hot breaths on to the thin material stretched over her pussy.

She squirmed, bringing herself closer. He took in a long, deep breath. God, she wanted it all right. She was soaked and his lungs were full of the scent of her.
He pressed his lips to the stained satin, feeling the outline of her lips and her clit, tracing around them with his tongue.

"Ohhh." Her sigh was half a sob. He felt her hands in his hair again, tugging pleadingly.

"Do you want these off?" he asked, before dragging his tongue along one elasticated leg hole.

"Christ, yes."

He waited until he had repeated this move on the other side before pulling at them, very gently, displacing their hold on her most private parts. The big reveal, he thought, watching the waistband edge over her pubic bone. Would she have hair? He hoped so, preferring a natural look, but Kim proved to be a waxer in that respect.

There was the smooth triangle, and now the cleft below, ready for his fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever he decided to give it.
He hurried with the disposal of the knickers now and spread her thighs with his hands, wanting to map her intimate parts, look at the juicy folds and the fat clit inside them and the tiny hole behind that he meant to fill. Oh. Something occurred to him and he smote his brow.

"I want you so much," said Ki
m, perhaps mistaking this gesture for a misgiving. "So, so much."

He leant over her, stroked her face, kissed her long and slowly.

"God, so do I," he said fervently. "You're fucking gorgeous. I could keep you up all night. But there's one problem. I haven't got…anything. You know?"

Chapter Three

He gritted his
teeth, awaiting Kim's response, feeling guilty for bringing her this far without thinking of the consequences, not to mention furious with himself. Actually, it was the lump in his trousers that was most furious of all, but he wasn't about to let it have its way and override his common sense, tempted as he was.

She propped herself on her elbows, blinking at him.

"And?"

"Well, you know. No…protection."

"Do I need protection from you?"

"Look, I can go to the chemist first thing in the morning but ―"

"Well, that's all right then. You can do that. And meanwhile…don't tell me you've never heard of all the other things you can do, Mr Demon Lover?"

"Of course I know about the
other things.
" He began to take off his shirt, his heartbeat regulating, his hopes rising once more. It was OK. It would be OK. "Believe me, I know all about them."

"That's good," said Kim, faux-innocent. "Because I have no idea at all. Please show me what they are."

He threw his shirt aside and pounced back down on her, bare-chested, hovering over her luscious naked body. She laced her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him further down so that when he spoke, their lips touched.

"You know fine well, madam," he said.
"You can't pull the wool over my eyes."

"Well, you'd know
all about wool."

He nipped at her lip
, a warning, then smiled devilishly and shimmied back down until he knelt between her thighs once more.

"You're not the only one who can tease, remember," he said, reminding her with a
thumbnail flick to one of her nipples.

"Oh God, don't start that again," she begged, bucking her spine.

He answered by bending and taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking luxuriously and unhurriedly while she kicked her heels and beat her fists on the rug. This was how he wanted her – frustrated beyond endurance, desperate for everything he could give.

She tried so many different tactics to move him towards her pussy – stealth, force, sweet requests, demands – but he was only going there when he was good and ready, and her nipples were as swollen as they could be.

Finally he released his engorged little captives and knelt up again. He held her eyes as his hand moved down her stomach, prodding at her navel, then lower. He placed his palm flat on her mons.

"Want it?" he asked softly.

"You know, oh God. Yes."

He dipped his forefinger inside her lips, gathering juice from the pink swirls surrounding her clit. He could see it clearly – it was far out of hiding, as if declaring itself open to him. Come and get me.
You bet I will
, he said to himself.

But first he removed his finger and sucked the juice from it, watching as Kim's face contorted with further agonies of arousal.
The first taste on his tongue, the sweetest in years.

"Want some?" he whispered, harvesting more and putting his finger to Kim's lips this time.

Obediently she opened and licked at his finger, like a little cat with a less rough tongue. Her eyes were glazed now, as if she was sinking into an erotic trance.

"You're very wet, Kim," he told her, tracing the pattern of her feminity, digging into each little tuck and fold of her pussy, adding more finge
rs as he got to know the layout well. "Did you know that?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because I'm so fucking turned on I think I'm going to die."

"Oh, don't do that. I haven't even touched your…" He passed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris and she shivered, one long spasm down the length of her body. "How long do you think it would take me to make you come?"

"Not long, if you just…" She jolted her pelvis forward, urging him to touch her more firmly, get into a rhythm.

He was so deeply enthralled by the responses of her body to his touch that he almost wanted to put off crossing that line from teasing to satisfying, but the poor girl had suffered enough, if you could call it suffering, so he skewered one finger then two slowly inside her, then set to work. He simultaneously thrust with one set of fingers and stimulated her clitoris with another, watching her face at first, her eyes shut, her mouth an irresistible O that he had to bend and kiss.

When he lay over her, he could feel her heart pounding and sense her helpless little quivers as she fell deep under the spell of his touch.
Her clit felt so round and plump as he flicked at it, and she was so tight and wet inside that he inserted a third finger, just to see how that would feel. At the fourth three-fingered thrust, he knew she was coming. Her breath shortened and she began to twist. He kissed and bit at her neck when she cried out, oh, how he had missed this, the knowledge that he had undone her, that he could have this effect on a woman. While she panted and jerked on his hand, he whispered into her ear.

"Mmm, yes," he said. "Come nice and hard, love. It didn't take long, did it? I knew it wouldn't."

He kept his fingers inside her, revelling in the heat for a moment of afterglow.

"You're a bad man," she said shakily. "But you're bloody good at it."

He chuckled lazily, lying by her side, and removed his fingers from her, putting them to her lips.

"Like riding a bike," he said, while she lapped at her own juices.
"If riding a bike was fucking sexy. Which it isn't, regrettably."

He took out his fingers and leant over to kiss her, probing with his tongue, getting the taste of her back.
Her drowsy, post-orgasmic face demanded more kissing and, even though his cock was desperate for release now, he thought he could hold out a while longer, make her melt into a puddle before the favour was exchanged.

Besides, that scented tangy flavour
on his tongue was giving him ideas.

She held him close with one arm around his neck while her other hand went wandering, down his chest, drifting through the hair that arrowed down from his navel, plucking at his belt buckle.

He put his hand over it, clicking his tongue as he pulled out of the kiss and shaking his head.

"Not yet," he said.

"You're hard as a rock," she exclaimed in disbelief. "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"I can manage," he said. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"Oh God, what do you mean?" Her tone was a heady mix of fearful and thrilled.

"I like the taste of you." He kissed her again, then rolled over so she was clasped on top of him
while he lay on his back on the rug. "I want more of it."

She squirmed over him, pushing her pussy against his straining crotch.

"Uh uh," he said, smacking his palm down lightly on her bottom and lifting her to her knees. "Come on, forwards, like that."

He made her shuffle up his torso until her crotch was inches over his face, her thighs pressed to his ears. She leant forward, her upper body resting on the armchair behind him while he got a good hold of her firm round bum cheeks and squeezed hard.

"Oh yes," he said, speaking into her lower lips, which were still puffy and damp from his recent attentions. "This is a view."

He eased her downwards until the tip of his tongue met her fat pink clit and he was able to breathe heat on to it and lick it in featherlight strokes.

He held her bottom, preventing her grinding or backing away from him, keeping her in position.

"Oh God, this is…" she moaned, her voice muffled by the chair cushion.

"Mmm," he agreed, pushing his tongue around her dips and curves, circling her clit without giving it the relief of firm touch. He used his hands to prise her bottom cheeks apart, spreading her pussy wider, exposing her to his deeper explorations. He dug his fingers into her cleft, which made her tremble and whimper as if she feared he was going to go further inside. But that could wait. Maybe not long but it was certainly an item for further down his list.

She flexed and rotated her hips, giving up on the idea of escape, giving in to his tongue. He felt her thighs relax, but they still quivered, beyond her control now.
He fastened his mouth around her clit and flattened his tongue against the bud, moulding it to its shape then licking with full, long strokes.

However long this gift-girl stayed, whatever happened between them, she would leave knowing that she was going to have to search hi
gh and low for a lover who compared to him.

Above his head, a little shower of incoherent sobs and sighs fell from her lips. He felt the tension in her body, slowly releasing as she lost all control of her impulses.
She was his. He had her in his palm, in thrall to his tongue and his fingers, which stroked and wriggled in her cleft while she poured more juices into his mouth.

If he found that perfect spot, he would make her come again. This time she would come longer and harder, this time she would have the biggest climax of her life. And perhaps she would say his name.

He was savage and unrelenting in his devouring of her, and then he found that exact combination of pace and location and motion of tongue that made her stiffen ahead of what promised to be an almighty release.

"Oh, oh," he heard her prepare herself, and he kept up the pressure accordingly, licking and sucking hard while she beat at the chair cushion  and bucked to and fro as if being thrown from a horse. She'd felt that all right. She'd remember that all her life.

But she didn't say his name. Perhaps next time.

He gave her clit one last salutory smooch then he let go of her buttocks and slid out from underneath her crotch. Inside his jeans, he was pretty close to catching fire. He hoped she wouldn’t need too long to recover, though he could always deal with himself if it came to it. He pictured himself covering her breasts and belly with silver ropes of ejaculate, letting it cool and dry on her skin, marking her as his.

Taking a deep breath, he knelt up and held her from behind, clasping his hands around her stomach, kissing the back of her neck.

"Have I killed you, sweetheart?" he crooned into her ear. "Are you all done for?"

He settled his trouser-bulge into the crack of her bottom and rubbed it up and down.

"That was amazing," she slurred. "I'm like, floating. On a cloud. Woah."

He nibbled at her earlobe and flicked his tongue into the spot beneath.

"Another satisfied customer," he said. "Are you worn out
, love? Do you just want to lie down while I sort myself out?"

"No, no," she protested, though he could hear that she stifled a yawn. "Can't have that. I want to…give me a moment. I'll be with you in a moment."

He laughed darkly, delighted at the effect he had had on her, then he lifted her to her feet, took his place in the armchair and pulled her down on his lap for more kissing. Never mind that his lips were sore, and hers must be even more so, given the evening stubble that had crept on to his chin and lower cheeks.

He tugged at her pigtails, removing the elastics and unplaiting them.

"What are these?" he scolded mildly. "I don't want to feel like I'm shagging a schoolgirl, to be honest."

"You don't go in for fashion, do you?"

"I'm a classic, me."

She snorted and rubbed her nose against his.

"Have to agree with that," she said.

She adjusted her position in his lap, and the friction of her thigh against his cock almost made him moan aloud. He grabbed her hair in his fist and held her tight.

"You poor thing," she said, kissing his earlobe. "Come on. I'm really hungry all of a sudden. And you've got just the thing I want."

He let go of her, allowing her to scramble off his lap and stand between his feet. She bent and kissed him while her deft fingers, with their multi-coloured nails, worked at his fly.

Oh, the relief when the denim loosened and the two sides fell open. Now only the cotton of his boxers lay between frustration and satisfaction.

He helped her yank off the jeans, lifting his backside at her insistent tug. Perhaps it was ambitious to try and sustain the kiss while this wa
s going on, but they attempted it anyway, laughing into each other's mouths when he fell back on to the cushion.

She broke lip contact to finish the job, throwing his jeans behind her on to the rug and returning, with a look of greedy delight that touched him deeply, to his cotton-clad crotch.

"I knew it," she said, lifting the elastic waistband over the bulge to uncover what was waiting for her. "Wow." She sucked in a dramatic breath, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"All yours, baby," he managed to mutter, though words were less easy to form just at that moment.

She ridded him of the underpants and knelt before him, her breasts swinging and brushing his thighs.

The enormity of what was going to happen hit home when she raised her hand. He was going to feel a human touch again. This woman was giving him everything he had tried to deny himself for such a long time. He shut his eyes for a moment, knitting his brow, preparing himself.