My voice was hoarse when I directed, “Step out of the
pants.” Kneeling in front of him, I inhaled his musky, male scent,
and rubbed my face lightly over the hot, velvet length of his
erection like a scent-marking cat. My lips parted and I breathed a
gust of hot breath over his cock. Letting my open mouth brush
against him, but making no effort to otherwise acknowledge his
swollen state. I tossed his jeans behind me, not caring if they hit
the chair, then removed his socks with the same impatient
efficiency.
I curled my hands around his ankles then slowly drew
my nails up over the backs of his calves, into the hollow behind
his knees, and finally over the firm swell of his thighs and ass.
The freedom to touch him, and run my hands and blunt nails over his
flesh, was intoxicating. He was magnificent.
I loved the feel of the goose bumps and tremors that
rolled over his body as I breathed, once again, gently against his
groin before standing and trailing my hands over the muscles in his
back. As I stood, David nuzzled his nose into my hair. “My turn,”
he whispered, in devilish glee.
David's right fist was still balled into my hair, but
his other hand came up to my back and pressed me firmly to his
naked body. He held me in his arms for a minute, enjoying the press
of his erection into my mound. I slid my hands over his hips to dig
nails into his ass as I rubbed my pelvic bone against all that
swollen goodness.
In a move which surprised me, he released my hair and
turned me so I was facing away from him. David slowly lowered the
tab of my dress' zipper to just below my waist, the air in the room
felt cool to my skin as the fabric parted away from my spine. He
splayed his hands low on my back then drew his hands upward, slow
and teasingly, to my shoulders where he used his fingers to
delicately flick the garment’s straps over my arms. The fabric fell
heavily to a puddle at my feet and I stood before him, still facing
away, in a thong and thigh-high stockings.
“God, you're killing me,” he groaned. “I can't
believe this is all you were wearing under that dress all night.”
His fingers curled into the thin strings of the thong and lowered
it down my legs. The rough need in his voice when he instructed me
to step out of the dress and undies, spiked in my groin, and I
moaned with the exquisite pleasure of wanting him.
As I had done with him, David ran his hands up the
backs of my legs before pausing to trace the curve of my ass. His
first kisses pressed into the two dimples at the base of my spine,
and then he continued, by licking a slow trail up to the nape of my
neck. I shuddered as he pulled my body backward, flush with his
own. His right arm created a cage across my stomach to settle me
firmly against his erection. His left hand slid over my ribs and
came to a rest, fingers splayed between my breasts. His hold
tightened. “The shoes and stockings stay,” he said, “they make your
legs look so hot.”
David set his teeth into the meat of my shoulder, not
biting, but holding flesh firmly while he gently ground himself
into me. He released his mouthful and nuzzled the hair near my ear.
“I was there that morning,” he whispered, his voice so quiet I had
to strain to hear him. “When you were at Janey's,” he clarified. “I
was sitting in the recliner when you came into the room and started
talking to Cat.”
I stiffened in his arms. “What? Bastian told me
he
was there at Janey's. He told me he had overheard me, and
never mentioned you were there.”
“Bas was asleep in the spare room until your phone
woke him up. He only caught the tail-end of the conversation,”
David explained. “I asked him not to say anything about my presence
because I didn't want you to be embarrassed.”
“Well, the Bas-hole led me to believe he heard more
of the conversation than he had,” I said wryly. I didn’t struggle,
but I could feel myself stiffen in his arms; a not-so-subtle
distancing of myself while I considered what this meant. It was
confusing that David had been in a room with me and I hadn’t felt
him there.
His grip tightened a little more and his right hand
slid lower over the curve of my belly so his fingers brushed the
soft down of hair between my pubic bones. His left hand curved over
the mound of my right breast. David buried his face in my neck and
started to rain a series of biting kisses across my jawline and
down my throat. His lips began a dance over my shoulders by
alternating sharp little nips with soothing swipes of his tongue.
Pinching my nipple between forefinger and thumb, at the same time
he bit harder into the meat of my shoulder. My breasts arched up
into the sting of his fingers as I gasped at the feel of his teeth.
God that felt good. Intense.
David released the pressure of the bite, to say, “I
had been attracted to you for years, through the pictures Janey
sent to Bas. I was fascinated by your smile, and the laughter in
your eyes. I would listen for hours as Bas told me stories about
his sister, Janey, and her know-it-all best friend. I went drinking
with him the night Janey sent pictures from the accident, and I was
ready to fly back with him when he mentioned taking leave. After
three years of pictures and Bas’ commentary, I felt I knew you. I
wanted to meet you, and sit across a table from you, so I could try
and coax that gorgeous smile out.
“But, when you sat in that room talking to Cat?
That’s when I started to fall
in
love with you,” he
confessed.
By way of demonstration, he placed a soft kiss to the
nape of my neck, the sensitive spot I have always loved to have
touched. He tilted his head, opened his mouth wide over the kiss,
and sucked firmly before raking his teeth gently down each
vertebrae of my neck. I trembled, and my knees threatened to buckle
from the strain of standing acquiescent under the weight of his
seduction.
“I wanted to be the man who breathed against the
little hairs on your nape.” He matched actions to words, spilling a
shiver down my spine and causing my nipples to pebble. “I wanted to
be the man who felt your tongue glide over my flesh, lapping the
salt and sweat from my skin. I wanted to be the lover who tempted
your hands to discover bone and muscle.” His right hand slid down
into the folds of my sex, finding me wet. His fingers lay passively
on me, unmoving, but he thrust his groin against my back as if
imagining himself moving inside me, slow and languorous.
David groaned into my neck, “I want you to come so
hard in my arms you are mindless from it. I want to feel the bite
of your nails in my back when an orgasm bows your body. And damn,
I'm dying to know what's in your nightstand that you couldn't tell
Cat about, for fear of corrupting her.” His laughter held a rawness
and heat which balanced the embarrassment I felt at him knowing
most of the contents of my toy drawer before our first date.
“Because, let me assure you, I am ready and willing to be
corrupted.”
I relaxed a little at his teasing, reaching over my
shoulder to caress his face. Tenderness warred with desire as his
sex-laden chuckle shivered its way from my breasts to my core. How
can one man make me feel so weak and empowered at the same time? My
nipples tightened, almost painfully, as my anticipation grew.
David nudged me forward so I fell partially over the
bed, braced on my hands. “Don't move,” he ordered me, and proceeded
to lavish open mouth kisses over my shoulders and back. His body
held me in place while his left hand pinched my nipples, and rolled
the tips into stiff peaks. His right hand slid deeper into my
swollen folds, coating his fingertips with moisture. He lifted his
right hand to his face and inhaled the fragrance of my sex; I heard
him suck the juices from his fingers. He moaned, and tunneled his
hand down between my thighs again, this time his fingers were agile
and coaxing as he slid them back and forth over the damp flesh. Two
fingers speared deeply inside me, judging my readiness by the flex
of my hips and the dampness spilling over his hand.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Oh, make no mistake,” he growled his promise in my
ear. “I'll please you.” He added a third finger to his exploration,
and his left hand ventured south to find and excite the button of
my clitoris. I ground my pelvis against the bed, trapping his hand
against me. My arms collapsed and I caught myself on my elbows.
David's chuckle was very male and self-satisfied as
he slipped his right hand free and fisted his erection. Holding me
bent forward, by curling his body over mine, he ran the tip of his
penis over my aching juncture to coat it in wetness. Slipping
between my thighs, he began a tortuously slow, measured thrust,
stealing my breath and knotting my body into a single sensitized
nerve. My breath caught and held. The pleasure-pain of his thick
cock stretching me open to accept the fullness of him, arched my
spine with the intensity of the waiting. Waiting for him to be
completely buried inside me. Waiting for him to begin deep pumping
thrusts. Waiting for him to help ease the ache that made my pussy
muscles clench. And, waiting for him to fulfill his promise,
I'll please you.
“Breathe, Lover,” he whispered.
“David,” I whimper-begged, pushing back against him
to hurry his penetration. I had never known need until this very
moment. My body pulsed with lust for him.
“Shhh,” he groaned. “Patience.”
With a final surge, he was fully seated inside me.
“Oh, Lover,” he sighed into my neck, "you're a snug fit. Absolutely
perfect.” I could feel my vaginal walls clamping around him as I
teetered on the edge of orgasm. I tried again to move against him,
needing to feel the push and pull of him driving deeply. David
continued to use his body weight to prevent me moving more than an
inch or two, never enough room to force him to increase the
pace.
David pulled away in a deliberate, lazy withdrawal.
Finally
, I thought, bracing myself for a deep, hard thrust.
Instead, he filled me slowly with a rocking swivel of his hips.
His body moved in mine with a sensual undulating roll
that teased me into a state of intense tremors. I was reminded of
Janey’s comment about whether his hip-gliding stride hinted at his
technique in the bedroom. Gawd, did she ever call this one
correctly! He built the tension in my body slowly; rigidly
controlling my movements as he held me still under his measured
strokes.
His thrusting movements, and body weight, ground my
clit against the flat of his fingers, still trapped against the
edge of the bed by my hips. The shaking in my muscles increased and
I could feel my body on the very edge of coming. It was the
strongest build-up to an orgasm I had ever experienced. So close,
yet out of reach.
“Can you feel it?” David's voice was like gravel in
my ear. I could feel the strain of his control. Control which sent
a spear of pleasure through me, compressing my pussy around his
shaft.
“Please, David,” I begged. Agonizingly measured press
in.
“You're so close,” he promised, his voice a hoarse
whisper. Torturously long pull out.
In. My breath released in a moan.
“Any second now, you're going to shatter.” Out.
His voice dropped lower to almost a purr, as he
slowly, deeply thrust forward. “I'll get to feel your muscles clamp
down on me harder than they already are.”
Slow slide out. “And, after you come?”
Smooth glide in. “While your body is still trembling
with release?”
Long draw out—only the thick, mushroomed tip of him
held inside me. “I'm going to pull my cock out of you, and bury my
face between your thighs, to lick and suck every drop of cream
spilling from your body.”
Hard, deep push in.
I screamed with release as his words pushed me over a
gush of pleasure more intense than anything I could have imagined.
The whole time I spasmed, David stopped his thrusts to simply hold
himself hard and tight against me, reveling in the clench of muscle
and the ripple of sensitized nerve endings. My whole body flexed
and shivered as I alternately rode, and ground myself against, the
cock buried deeply inside me.
Weakly, I protested as he slipped, still hard and
firm, from my body. He picked me up and lifted me onto the bed,
then turned me onto my back with my legs hanging over the side
while he knelt between them. The shock of his tongue thrusting
deep, mouth sucking hard, brought me to a second climax within
minutes.
Apparently, even David had a breaking point; as soon
as the last of my tremors calmed, he stood and grabbed my legs to
hold me steady for a fast, hard drive of his hips that plunged him
balls deep. Repeatedly. This was no lazy tease, he was almost
frantic in his pace as he braced on elbows over my body, his face
buried in my neck. I raked my hands into his hair. “Come for me,
David,” I coaxed, scoring nails lightly down his back and biting
into the bicep against my cheek.
With a throaty groan, he stiffened and held himself
still while he climaxed deeply inside me.
****************
His breath was spiced with my arousal as he leaned
forward to fuse his mouth to mine in a fiery kiss. “I told you
those stockings were hot,” he joked a moment later, lifting more of
his weight off my chest.
The satisfaction in his voice changed to wonder when
he shuddered a little and his cock flexed. “Oh man,” he said, with
a lazy roll of his hips. “I think I can totally do this again.”
Without ever slipping from my body, David was fully erect again a
few minutes later. His voice held amazement when he told me he
hadn't done that since he was a teenager. “Youth and hormones are
wasted on the young,” he said with sincerity.