Beast of Venery (4 page)

              He must have noticed the weakening strength of her legs as he moved his tongue away to investigate the depths and goose bumps around her neck instead of the hard peaks of her breasts.

              “Come, lay down.”

              She was already too taken with him to even utter an answer. They were in her apartment, but she was having no problem following his directions. He made it easy that way. And from what she had learned already, it would involve nothing but pleasure.

              With her back flat against the smooth sheets she leaned up on her elbows taking in the gorgeous view at the end of the bed. His towering height was massive. And so fucking edible.

              “Don't move. Just stay there. I just want to watch you while I undress.”

              She did not decline his wish and felt she wouldn't want to do anything else but watch each part of him being revealed as well. The buttons of his shirt opened slowly and showed off a flat muscular chest dusted with light blonde hair between his nipples. Man nipples – cute and tasty. Her eyes traced the way his shirt opened. Lower and lower his fingers went, until the last button came loose. However, that didn't stop her eyes from moving even lower. Yep, this was going to be a very good evening indeed.

              As his shirt fell to the floor, he bent down to untie his shoes and pulled off his socks. Not taking his eyes of her body, his hands went down to his belt and zipper of his jeans.

              Her eyes were glued to every single move his hands made. He slowly pulled down the zipper to reveal dark blue boxer shorts and a very awake erection. This was her grand prize. '
Just hurry up and whip it out, would you?'
Her mind was racing.

              “Take it all off.” Was the single thing that escaped her lips as she watched him nod and let his thumbs hook into those boxer. Together they followed his jeans down to the floor.

              Holy hell.

              If the way he looked was wrong, she didn't want to be right. Ever again. It had to be unfair to look that good.

              “From the look of your eyes I hope you like what you see?”

              She swallowed hard. “I love everything I see.”

              Her big eyes smothered him as she completely looked him over. She wanted to memorize every piece of gorgeousness from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and everything in between. She could just eat him up, yet never have enough. She wished to start right away.

              “No, lay back down." He halted her. "Let me get that skirt off. It looks very uncomfortable. Am I right?”

              With a small giggle, making her sound more like a fourteen-year-old teenager than a grown woman, she pulled herself back onto the bed and let him crawl up between her legs to put his fingers in the waistline of her skirt. Pulling it all the way down her legs it then landed with the rest of his clothes and her top on the floor. Unfortunately her damn self-consciousness decided to make an appearance right at that moment, making one of her legs crossing over the other.

              “You're so beautiful. God, you look amazing.”

              “Oh, that's okay.”

              “What do you mean, that's okay? You're fucking gorgeous. And now I want those black panties to come off too. Hey, look at me.”

              She slowly untangled her legs and opened them up slightly for him to sit between them once again. She tried to look him straight in the eyes to see if he was really sincere about his words.

              “Don't be embarrassed for God's sake. I'm all naked here. I want you to be naked too. That's kinda part of the deal. You see mine, I see yours kinda thing.” He smiled and pulled one of her knees up to his mouth and kissed it until she relaxed and smiled back.

              “I haven't been with a lot of guys. And to be honest, I haven't shown myself naked to anyone in... well, a long time. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, or something that I do. I'm afraid you'll mock me I guess.”

              He quietly listened to her words and put her leg back down on the bed next to him. He stroked her legs all the way from the bottom of her ankles up to the top of her thighs. Gentle strokes making her all warm and tingly inside. She thanked God she had remembered to shave just before the date...everywhere.

              “Why would I ever laugh at you? I would never do that. What if you laugh at me? I'm fully naked here exposing my whole body. I like you a lot you know. I wouldn't say I've slept around a lot, or even had any one-night-stands, but I've had a few women in my life that I've slept with. But seeing you like this, every single memory of them have vanished from my mind. Actually every single thing except
you
have vanished from my mind. I want you. Not just tonight or tomorrow. I want you, period. I know it's only our third real date, but I can't stop thinking about you the rest of the time when we're apart. To me that means something. You see what I'm saying here?”

              “Yes, I think so.”

              “Good. So are we okay with the whole 'it's alright to see each other naked' thing, because touching your skin like this is driving me freaking crazy. You're so close and everything about you drives me wild. I can't think straight.”

              With a smile on her lips she nodded in approval. With a blissful breath, he eased his fingers into the delicate fabric of her underwear and slowly pulled them down her legs until she was completely bare for his view.

              Crawling back up onto the bed, he let his legs stay between hers as he kissed his way up from her stomach, over her breasts, to land on her cheek. Holding himself up on his elbows on each side of her face, he stared down into her eyes.

              “Kiss me.” He said.

              How could she not? Her hands circled around his neck and dove deep into his hair while she pulled him down the short distance to her lips.

              “Kiss me. Deeper. Kiss me harder.” He whispered again.

As soon as their lips touched again it was like a gunshot had started a race between them. Lips and tongues were trashing against each other, their breaths mingled in the air. The kissing sounds themselves were arousing enough to erect the leaning tower of Pisa.

              His hand once again went down to her chest, letting one of her breasts fill out the space underneath his cupped hand. She arched her back at the simple touch, pressing herself harder into the palm of his hand.

              It had been way too long since anyone had had her naked like this. Too long since she had been naked in bed with someone, period. Having it be Andy this time was making her head spin.

              “I love your breasts. I love your body. I love what your mouth tastes like. I love how you giggle at things.” He said while catching her tongue in his mouth and kissing her hard.

              “Thank you.”

              With a smile he kissed his way down to her bullet hard nipple that was caressed by his calloused hand a second earlier.

              “You're very much welcome, beautiful.”

              He couldn't get enough of any part of her. Her body, her sounds, her smell, her voice. He couldn't hang on much longer so he buried his face deep in the crack between her breasts and pressed them against the sides of his face, letting his light beard scrape teasingly over her sensitive skin.

              “I want to be inside you.”

              “Yes,” she breathed, releasing her knotted hands from his hair. “Condom?”

              “Yes.”

              He rattled quickly back across the bed sheets and wrestled a foil package out of his wallet. As he was about to rip it open using his teeth, she pushed back up on her elbows again.

              “I'm on the pill. You don't have to wear it.”

              The comment stopped him right in his tracks. He looked her face over as to really decide if it was what she really wanted.

              “I've only been with two men. I've got regular check-ups, I'm clean. I don't have anything.”

              “But this is out first time. I do trust you, but... it's our first time sleeping together. It's like... standard procedure.”

              “You're right.” She blushed.

              “I mean, I'm clean as well. Just thought we should use it to start with, you know... or am I wrong here?”

              “No, you're probably right. It's better. It is our first time, you're right.”

              “Are you sure? Okay with that? I don't want to completely kill the mood here.”

              She swallowed her nervousness and smiled tauntingly at him. Nodding her head she tapped one her pedicured feet lightly on his arm as to hurry him on with the protection still sitting in his hand.

              “Should I help you with that?” She asked.

With a sexy side smile and a raised eyebrow he sat back on his knees handing her the condom wrapper.

              “Sure. Be my guest.”

              She sat up too, having him on his knees between her legs. She couldn't resist exploring him, to discover his likes, what made him whimper and groan.

              Even down here, between his legs, he was gorgeous. Long, thick, and at the moment, deliciously hard. Directed to the skies like a roman statue. In her mind, she thought she could write a whole freaking novella about his massiveness, counting hundreds of pages of descriptive poetry about this cock of his. Bet she wouldn't be the only woman eager to read it. '
When had that ever happened to her?'
Before reciting the most explicit thoughts from her dream state mind, she smiled up at him and moved her hand out to have a touch. She already knew her hand could not be satisfied with only one little touch after admiring his size. His cock would be her addiction from this moment on. Constantly interrupting her thoughts. She knew it.

              As her hand wrapped around his hard-on, it made a little involuntary twist up against his flat stomach. '
Oh, so he was just as affected by this as she was? Perhaps he wrote his own penis poetry, admiring himself and his wonderful size? If he wasn't, he was missing out. She should tell him that. Great cocks came with great responsibilities.'

              “That means what you're doing right now feels fucking great. In case you wondered.”

              With hooded eyes, and his loose, blonde strands of hair framing his beautiful face, he leaned a few inches back on his arms, letting his hands brace against the mattress behind him. To her he was fully exposed and vulnerable. Just like she wanted.

              For being so hard and thick, the feel of his erection in her hand was unimaginably smooth. It was warm to the touch and caressed her palm like velvet steel.
(That ought to be the name of the penis poem).
She wouldn't mind letting her hand stay stationed around him for the rest of her days. But she knew she wanted more.

              Without looking up, she bent her head forward and let her lips gently kiss the warm top. Consequently giving Andy a golden opportunity to groan loudly and move his hips towards her mouth. It caused her to smile. He made the most beautiful sounds in the world. Thank God for a man who was vocal in bed. She liked that a lot. The sound of a man in heat raised goose bumps on her skin, and hearing Andy like this, added gasoline to her internal fire. If his cussing and moaning didn't quiet down soon, a wild fire would roar through the bedroom, and not even a thousand firemen would be able to stop it.

              “Again?” She said without truly asking for permission. She was going back for more anyway.

              “Yes. Fuck yes.”

              Having already gotten a taste of him, she let her tongue slip out of her mouth and traced him from the bottom of his length all the way up to the top. Her mouth encircled the head and kept it secure and well taken care of inside her mouth. It was like sucking and drooling all over the largest lollipop in the world. Hard, warm, and smooth. His head fitted perfectly in her mouth, and from the sounds he was making apparently he thought so too. Then she took him deep.

              It must have taken him by surprise as his hips once more bucked up from sitting on his calves and his hand grabbed a hold of the hair on top of her head, knotting it between his fingers.

              “Fuuuck!”

              She smiled and took him even deeper this time. She liked this game. In less than a second he sat fully up on his bent knees and pulled her up to his face by her arms.

              “Good God you're fucking amazing, but if you do that again I'm gonna come and I don't want to yet.”

              He kissed her desperately as if his life depended on it, fumbled to find her hand holding the condom, and with four hands, they together rolled it on before falling backwards down on the bed.

              He moistened two of his fingers in his mouth, kissed her passionately, and let them slide down between her legs and inside her folds. Her breath hitched at his intrusion, and grew more erratic by the second as his fingers moved hard and steady in and out of her warmth. She fumbled with her own hand at his erection, urging him in the direction of her opening. Yearning for his cock instead of his fingers. Not that his hand wasn't playing her right and did a mighty fine job, she just needed more. Much more. More of everything that had to do with him.