Part II: Giving In

(Part I can be found here.)

 

He led her to a silk-brocade sofa close to the window, and indicated that she should take a seat. She ignored his gesture and kissed him at long last, casting her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her. Following her lead, he pressed his mouth to hers, his hands moving slowly down her body. She opened her mouth, her tongue slipping sneakily into his.

His hand settled into the warmth between her legs, and he pressed his palm against her. Her body tensed with pleasure as his fingers deftly caressed her vulva through her dress and her panties. She moaned breathlessly as their mouths finally parted, his lips coming to rest on her neck. He kissed her hungrily, with a passion forged in fire. He didn’t linger in one spot too long, she noticed, and she enjoyed that. Rather than focusing on one area he kissed a sexy trail along her bare flesh.

At the same time he began to gather up her dress, revealing her long, smooth legs as his hands ascended. She sighed as she felt his fingers brushing her skin, and when he reached her panties her heart skipped a beat. For an instant, she wondered if he could feel how aroused she was. Then he pulled her panties aside and began to caress her lips.

An electrical charge shot through Becca’s body. His movements were slow and deliberate. Long strokes stopped teasingly short of her clitoris, each one making her wish he’d touch it. At the same time his lips grazed her neck and shoulders.

“Wait,” she said, her voice a whisper, and when he paused she pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it to the ground. She could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of her body, but only for the briefest of moments before he leaned in close once again and took her in his arms. The kiss was hard, intense, and unforgiving. As his fingers resumed their place between her legs she began to grope blindly against his jeans, struggling to unbuckle his belt.

As she managed to slip the leather through the buckle she felt him finally make contact with her swollen, aching clit. Pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning and her legs wobbled. His fingers cradled the pink bud, rotating slowly. As her arousal grew even larger, washing over Becca’s entire body, she moved to open his jeans but he stopped her.

“Right now,” he said, “it’s all about you.” Then he began to lead her back to the bed. On the way she slid off her panties and left them forgotten on the floor. Before she knew it, she lay against the duvet, his hands petting her thighs. She looked up as he gazed down at her, unable to mask the white-hot desire in her eyes. She needed to feel him closer than he already was. She wanted to sit up and kiss him again, then take off that T-shirt and caress his broad, muscled chest.

As though he could read her mind, he stopped what he was doing and stripped off the shirt. She gasped at the sight, and reached up to touch him. He came closer, indulging her eager hands. His chest was firm, warm to the touch, and instinctively she began to caress him. She found his nipples to be responsive to her fingers, and he moaned softly as she touched them. As she continued up to his shoulders he reminded her that it was her turn, and moved back between her thighs.

Becca leaned back in anticipation of his touch. But rather than his fingers, it was his tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt each long, slow lick. At the same time his hands reached up to caress her breasts through her pretty lace demi-bra. Her nipples stood up, rising to stiff peaks under his touch while her clit did the same. As he covered it with kisses and licks, she felt climax sneaking up on her.

“I want you inside me,” she said breathlessly. “Please. Fill me up.”

It took a moment for him to stop what he was doing and Becca wondered if he was so focused on his task that he hadn’t heard her. But then he rose from between her legs and stood beside the bed. She heard him take off his shoes, and then he quickly doffed his jeans. She heard them hit the floor and then he was on top of her, inside her filling her just as she had asked him to. She gasped as she felt his thickness throbbing within her, the subtle curve of his cock stroking her in all the right places as his hips moved rhythmically.

She moaned, enticing him deeper with whispered words, and clasped her ankles behind his waist to draw him within. At the same time their mouths met again, locked together in a voracious kiss that she hoped would never end. His tongue lapped against hers, exploring her mouth just as his hands were now doing with her body.

He alternated mostly between holding her hips in place as he thrusted, and touching her full, heaving breasts through her bra. Why hadn’t she taken it off before he lay her down on the bed? She made a mental note to discard it as soon as she was able; there was simply no way to handle that task without putting the brakes on his wonderful ministrations.

Their kiss intensified. With each movement the head of his cock glanced against her G-spot, driving her ever closer to orgasm. She drew him even further inside her, first with the heels of her feet, and then with her hands. Her fingers dug into his firm ass, pulling with force and purpose. It wouldn’t be long now, that much was certain.

As she came, Becca let loose, gushing a torrent of wetness all over him. All over herself too; she could feel a waterfall on her thighs and her ass. She moaned without hesitation or restraint, without even a trace of self-consciousness for who might hear her or for the enormous puddle she was surely leaving atop the duvet. He moaned too, a long and lusty sound of satisfaction for the response he’d coaxed from her body.

He slipped out of her quickly, much to Becca’s disappointment. She was about to voice her protest, to ask him to come back, when he replaced his still throbbing cock with a very hungry mouth. Gone were the slow, teasing licks with which he’d tantalized her before. This was something entirely different. This was a man so aroused by her orgasm that he needed to lap up every drop of her before his hunger could be sated.

Once it was, he entered her again, and raised her legs up onto his shoulders. He gave her just a few seconds before he slid all the way inside, filling her even more fully and deeply than he had before. She gasped at his intensity, his thrusts slow and complete rather than quick and frantic.

She felt herself once again getting carried away. Her moans came quickly now, and she moved a hand to her clit intent on helping push her over the edge. Then she paused, and looked up into his dark brown eyes, seeking tacit permission. He smiled and nodded, drops of sweat rolling over his brow, and Becca began to play.

This time her orgasm was even more intense, though not as wet as the first had been. When it subsided he wasted no time before turning over onto his back, taking her with him. She straddled his waist, her thighs clasped tightly about him and his engorged cock still deep inside. She was wet, slippery, and began to slowly rock back and forth on his length.

He took her hands in his and pulled her down, kissing her with a hunger and passion she’d never known. As their mouths fused together his hands instinctively went for her chest. She sighed with pleasure, enjoying how well they fit together. For a moment she fancied that his hands were the mold from which her body was cast.

Without interrupting the kiss she reached back and unfastened the straps, freeing her breasts and letting the bra fall lifelessly to the surface of the bed. At long last, the kiss broke and he took her breasts in his mouth, first one and then the other before returning to the first and continuing the pattern. His lips were noisy, smacking and slurping as he had done with her pussy. He swirled his tongue around her nipples before enveloping each breast in his mouth. If there was a Heaven, surely this was it.

Without her noticing, his fingers made their way to her lips, opening them and strumming her still-buzzing clit. Her body sped up, her movements no longer slow back-and-forth rocking. Instead she was riding him like a woman possessed, grinding so hard that her next orgasm was ensured. With each shifting of her body he impaled her completely, rolling her engorged button between thumb and forefinger. This one was the most intense orgasm she’d yet experienced. Once again she soaked him, but he didn’t stop touching her, didn’t cease his thrusts, until the melody of moans and sounds of pleasure emanating from within her had ceased completely.

She collapsed against his chest, his cock still diamond-hard inside her. “I think I might have had two just now,” she said breathlessly. Her voice was excited, but faint. “I can hardly talk.”

They kissed again, softer and more sweetly this time. There was still a measure of heat to the kiss, but familiarity and comfort as well. She wanted to tell him how good it was, how it was perhaps the best she’d ever had. How no one had made her body do things like that before. But instead, when their lips parted, she moved next to him, lay her head against his chest, and listened to his heartbeat.

They lay together in silence for a moment, Becca hoping her own heartbeat would slow to normal. She hadn’t felt this way in a very long time, and the feelings she had for him scared her a little. It was all she could do to keep from climbing back on top of him.

“It’s your turn now,” she said, a wicked smile on her face. “I want you to come for me.”

“I will,” he said. “Believe me, I’ve been close a few times.”

“Time to go all the way,” she said, sitting up. She began to kiss her way along his neck and collarbones, then his chest. He really seemed to like it when she kissed him there; she knew some guys’ nipples were more sensitive than others, and she enjoyed turning him on this way.

Her lips made their way over his stomach, then kissed along the curve of his hip. He moaned, and Becca made sure to remember that he liked the way it felt. Next she started to kiss the inside of his thigh, but thought better of it and went instead for his cock. She knew he had been wanting to feel her mouth on him, and she saw no reason to make him wait a second longer.

He had been somewhat reserved up until this point, but as her lips enveloped him, he could hold back no longer. He moaned his appreciation, his body tensing up as pleasure overtook him. She moved her mouth up and down, swallowing him to the base and then slowly releasing. She couldn’t get enough of him; she wanted to feel his swollen tip at the back of her throat.

She began to lick him up and down with a spry and eager tongue. She listened for his breathing and any change in his moans, but he remained consistent. Becca noticed his hand gripping the duvet, his knuckles flexed into a tight fist. She smiled to think that she was the one doing this to him and continued, now pumping him quickly up and down as she ran her tongue over his head.

She took her in her mouth again, this time taking her as deeply as he would go, though she could only hold him there for an instant before she had to come up for air. Then she did it again and again, emboldened each time by his impassioned sounds of gratification. Rather than touching her – stroking her hair, maybe, or caressing the side of her face – he remained perfectly still. He didn’t undulate his hips or even tremble with delight, and he barely moaned. Becca realized that he was actively focusing on his looming orgasm.

After a moment, he spoke: “I’m close. Where do you want it?”

She stopped sucking. “Want to come on my tits?” He moaned his agreement as Becca stroked him in her hand.

“Get on your back. I can finish myself off.” She gave no indication that she heard him; she had taken his cock back in her mouth, intent on bringing him as close to the edge as she could before he pushed himself over it. It didn’t take long.

He warned her of his impending eruption, then hopped up to his knees as she rolled over onto her back. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it back and forth until he’d reached the point of no return. He moaned loudly and lustfully, the sounds of his pleasure filling the room. She held her breasts up to him, proffering them for his use. With one spurt, then two, then three, he painted her. He continued to pour out onto her like a canvas until she was nicely decorated.

His moans gave way to short, quick pants as his climax subsided, and his movements slowed to almost total stillness. Only the odd shudder remained as his body was wracked with the dying embers of his pleasure. He slid down to the bed, wrapping her in a warm, protective embrace as they lay side by side. As his chest pressed against hers, Becca could feel his thunderous heartbeat. His breath on her neck came in shallow exhalations as he slowly regained his composure.

“That was so good,” he said at last. She laughed, proud of herself, even as she felt herself blushing. “You know, I remember you telling me that you didn’t like giving blowjobs.”

“Not that I didn’t like it. I just…wasn’t comfortable doing it.”

“Well, you sure seem comfortable now,” he said with a smile.

“You make me comfortable,” she said, her fingers trailing his hip once again. It was true. He made her feel safe and secure, both physically and emotionally. She kissed him softly on his cheek, and he turned his head so that their lips met. The taste of his lips, the subdued introduction of his tongue in her mouth – all of it made her heart feel happy.

When their kiss broke he led her to the shower, a spacious cabinet encased in glass on three sides. He turned on the water and once it was warm they stepped onto small gray and white tiles, letting the spray cascade over them. But rather than washing they kissed again, hands once again traversing each other’s bodies. His hands found their way to her pussy, fingers stroking her clit with the circular motion she’d so enjoyed. Without warning, he pulled away from her, quickly turning her around to mount her from behind. His fingers continued their work even as he pistoned in and out of her, and he didn’t stop until they came together.

To be continued…