Dana

He closed the door behind us.  We were entirely alone, isolated, elevated.  I was with him at last, protected by his power but in the heart of my own world, our two universes about to collide.

Hutch kissed me, strong and passionate without being overbearing, his tongue bold and inquisitive.  My own reached out to meet his, the two intermingling, winding around each other in a delicious greeting that was at once brand new and yet somehow familiar, as if I’d dreamed of that singular moment in spectacular detail, just as it was happening.

I let my dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, my panties quick to follow as Hutch peeled off his own shirt, barely interrupting our kiss the whole time.  I heard his belt buckle open and I shuddered with anticipation.

His hands investigated the curves of my body, following my slender hips to my breasts, revealed and naked, my nipples hard and eager.  His fingers found them, twirling and lightly flicking them, goosebumps rising up around them as our faces pressed together, chins and cheeks glancing, foreheads rolling gently against one another with the rising tide of our lust.

Hutch squeezed me, my breasts fitting perfectly in his large, commanding hands, and his touch shot through my chest straight to my heart, skipping a beat.

He lowered his head to mine, pressing against my ear.  “You’re so sexy, so beautiful.”  His voice rumbled low in the back of my brain, vibrations streaming downward.  “I knew as soon as I saw you, the very instant I laid eyes on you, that you were special, different from the others, different from anybody else.”

A lump rose in my throat, any answer I’d hoped to give smothered newborn.  His hand slid down to my crotch, already hot and dewy, his fingers gently tracing the curves of my pussy, my pink flower already in bloom, reaching out to meet his nimble fingers.  He teased me out further, nerves beginning to jangle, legs almost buckling beneath me.

“And you knew it too, Dana.  You knew I was the one you were saving yourself for.  I was the one you knew would come along.  And you haven’t able to stop thinking about it either, about what it was going to be like.  Now you’re going to find out, my luscious little lovely.  Now you’ll know what you’ve been waiting for, longing for, dreaming about.”

“Yes,” I croaked out, “please, yes.”

His voice returned, rumbling and sexy and low.  “I’m so glad you waited, Dana, and so are you, so glad ... ”

“Yes ...”

“So beautiful ... ”  Two of his fingers slipped in, testing my tightness, a grinning little groan leaking into my ear to underscore my own breathy sighs and little whining croaks.  “Such a sweet little treasure, and it’s all for me, just for me!”

“Yes.”

“You can’t wait to have me inside you.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”  It was hard enough to speak at all, my attention fixed on those fingers as they rubbed my tissues into a hot tingle, knees ready to collapse, eyes dipping shut.  With more force but no anger, he commanded me, “Open your eyes and say it, Dana!”

I did as I was told, instinctively, willfully, even readily despite how much effort it took.  “I can’t wait,” I heard myself say, the power of those words tumbling out of my mouth having their own amazing effect.  “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

“My cock inside your pussy.”

I nodded, his eyes locked on mine.  I was unable to turn away, as if he had some mental hold on me; one I didn’t want to escape.  “Your cock inside my pussy,” I said, feeling as if I was somebody else; because I was.  In his arms, under his touch, I felt like another person living a different life.  And I loved  it.

And he knew it.  His hand left my pussy and before I knew it he was slipping those fingers into my mouth, my own juices familiar to my tongue.  It was a secret I’d never shared, but he’d seen right through my disguises to my very soul.  He knew things about me nobody could know.  Whether it was a hint of his vast experience, his amazing insight, or some combination, I couldn’t reason out at the time.  I could hardly breathe, much less think!  Then he kissed me, his saliva mixing with my own and the taste of my pussy swirled on my tongue, a flavor which had never existed in the history of time.  It was a first, and not the only one of the day.

His kisses descended, slowly moving down the nape of my neck, a hungry growl rolling in my ear and under my skin as he kissed my naked shoulder, his black hair blinding me.  I tilted my head forward, taking in a deep whiff of his masculine scent and warmth, and I knew there’d be much more of that to come.

Hutch moved further down, cupping one of my breasts as he kissed the other; first the side and then the undercarriage and then up to the nipple, hard and ready.  My whole body twitched at the slightest touch, his lips against me, my back arching, shoulders pushing back into the mattress.  My other breast got the attention the first one got, a nice firm squeeze sending waves of delight through my upper body and then downward to the rest of me.  It wouldn’t be alone very long.

Hutch laid me back on the bed, I pulled the cover away to reveal the cool, soft sheets beneath.  My back was already becoming damp with sweat and the sheet clung to me as I writhed.  Hutch kissed his way down my flat belly, rising and falling with my quickening breath, his own squeezing out of his nostrils as he kissed lower and then lower still.  I parted my legs, knees rising a bit to invite him to where he needed no invitation.

Hutch wrapped his hands around the outsides of my thighs and eased them apart, gently pushing them up to reveal my glistening tight star, hungry for him.  But Hutch’s appetite would have to be sated first, and that was just fine with me!  His tongue danced along the curves of my labia, hot and tingling and clenching, muscles pulling beneath my bare skin.  He went up and down my sizzling slit, my hips lurching, grinding.  My hands found the back of his head, stalks of his hair rising up between my clutching fingers.

“Oh yes,” he said very softly, his words vibrating in my groin as he licked and kissed me, as if his words were slithering into me, filling me and feeding me.  “So good, so sweet, so beautiful ... ”  Then he did something I’d never heard of or even imagined.  Pressing his lips against my mound, where my G-spot was waiting to be discovered, Hutch let out a long, low hum.  It wasn’t loud, but the effect was amazing, my whole body humming along with him as if he were some human-sized sex toy and I the luckiest girl in the world.

Lick and kiss and hum, his breath and my own dewy scent rose to form an unseen cloud above us, the smell of lust and love, craving and satisfaction.  It was a symptom, a signal, the smoke rising from the unseen fire within, burning my flesh, searing my soul.

Hutch rose up from his work on one set of lips to refocus on the other, his face suddenly above me.  He kissed me, long and hard and deep, and the taste of my own pussy on his tongue caused a shudder in my loins, the birth of my next orgasm, my best, and our first together.  But that unique flavor, part me, part him, part us, reminded me instantly of that same taste from off his finger.   But that had been a tease, this was the promise fulfilled, a savory concoction that couldn’t replicated by anyone but us, anywhere in the world, from the beginning of time to the end.  It was the essence of our union, the coupling of our essences.  He kissed and licked and I returned his oral aggression, the two of us becoming for frantic, more urgent.

We both knew what was coming next, and neither one of us could wait any longer.

“All right, baby.” he rasped, “you’re ready now.”

“Yeah ... yeah ... ”

“Say it, Dana.”

“I’m ready,” I heard myself say, my own words heightening my suspense and increasing my urgency, “so ready for you, baby.”

“Only for me.”

“Only for you, only for you ... ”

He growled a bit, eyes locked on mine.  I felt him position his huge head at the entry point of my hot pink, leaving it there for just one more sweet second before a single, slick motion eased it in.  It was big and wide, and I knew it was only a taste of what was to come.  I braced myself, but Hutch was very slow, almost excruciatingly so.  He went in just an inch and then stopped, waiting, hovering inside me, his eyes locked on mind as if he was reading my body, searching my mind.

“There’s no rush, sweetheart,” Hutch whispered, feeling my hips just a bit, “no rush, nice and slow.  I want to savor every bit of you, every second that I’m inside of you is paradise, Dana, paradise!  And we’re never gonna leave it, baby, never!”  I lay back, submitting to his command and mastery.  He shifted his hips just a bit, pulling back that first hint of dick.  “Yeah, we got all the time in the world baby, all the time there is!  Neither one of is going anywhere, angel, not ‘til you explode with cum, over and over again, cumming so hard and so long you’ll think you’re gonna die, you’ll pray for it.  You’ll cry like an angel, you sweet thing, but not yet.  No no, my pretty girl, not yet.  Not yyyyyeeeeeeeeet.”

I was almost ready to cum just hearing Hutch say that, but I wasn’t ready to defy him.  I was under his to control, and my only hope was that I would be able to hang on for the ride. 

He started a slow but steady rhythm, my tender tight gripping his amazing girth.  But Hutch could read me, and he knew my history.  So his easy grind gave me just enough work me up, to loosen me for what was to come, stretching me with a nice, in-and-out rotation that was measured and magnificent.  A little clockwise swirl send a cork screw of pleasure up though me, my orgasm reacting and rebelling, ready to break loose.  But I knew it was going to be a special event and I wanted to forestall it, to wait until I couldn’t wait anymore and then even longer than that.  I wanted what Hutch promised me, but I knew it would only happen when it was time, and it wasn’t time yet,

Not yyyeeeeeeeeeet.

A shift of Hutch’s hips, to the left and then the right, ignited even more sensation, nerves I hadn’t considered in my own private personal time.  My hips rolled to meet his, then instinctively shifted counter to them, maximizing that slow, hard pressure, heaving and heavy.

“You want more?”

“Yes, more ... ”

“You ready for more?  You ready?”

“So ready, God I’m so ready!”

“All right, baby, all right ... ”  His hips pushed harder, even more of his great length sliding up into me, mashing my pink tissues, filling every crevice I’d ever found on my own.  But he still held back, pausing at mid-shaft and leaving that hammer sitting there, filling me, motionless, a few more jiggles sending pulses of pleasure into me before his rotation continued, faster and harder and deeper than before.  My eyes clamped shut, instinct pulling me into my inner world, which felt like it was about to tear itself apart.  My only hope was to keep it together as long as possible and then somehow survive the eventual explosion.  But Hutch said, “No, Dana, no, open your eyes ... open your eyes and look at me!”  I did, that hypnotic glare only inches above me, his muscular arms straight at my sides, supporting his chest and shoulders and face.  He seemed to be hovering above me even while his incredible cock pushed in deeper, harder, faster.

More!

Hutch eased my left leg up, knee pushed almost to my breast to give him even greater access, and that endless cock just kept on coming, even deeper and harder.  The pressure was immense and intense, and every little movement registered right down to the tips of my curling toes, feel rolling on my calves as my muscles clenched and strained.  Fast and deep, a regular railing broken up with chaotic blasts of sideways pressure, counterclockwise swirling and a jiggle that nearly stopped my heart; I wasn’t sure I could take anymore, and I knew I couldn’t keep taking it while withholding that mammoth orgasm erupting inside me.

And once again Hutch seemed to be reading my body, knowing what every twitch and ever pull meant.  He said, “You’re ready to cum, Dana, you’ve been ready.  You wanna cum now?  You ready to cum for me now?”

“God yes, I’m gonna cum ... so ... hard ... ”

But Hutch froze where he was, cock motionless inside me, then sudden lack of motion creating a wave of energy that nearly threw my body up off the mattress, my head nearly smashing into Hutch’s face above me.  “No, Dana, no, don’t you dare!  don’t you dare cum yet!”

“Please,” I whimpered, “pleeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzze!”

Hutch chuckled a bit and resumed his powerful pounding, my body mashed and bashed and dashed, a useless pulp of sweat, lust, and delirium.  I reached up, fists pounding against his naked, sweaty chest, shoulders hard as steel with those damp thuds.  “Pleeeeeeezzzzzzzzzz!”

“Yes, Dana, now!  Cum for me now, you beautiful thing, cum like you’ve never cum before!”  And I did, eyes rolling back, ears going numb but for Hutch’s forceful demands.  “Feel it inside you, so hard, so strong, more and more, baby.  The more you cum, the more you wanna cum and the more you will cum!  You didn’t know that?  You didn’t know you had that inside you?  Ahh yes, feel that discovery, feel that power.  That’s the woman you are, that’s the woman you were born to be.”  And I could feel it, my body more my own that it had ever been even while I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.  I could see myself laying on that bed, body quivering, an unending spasm shaking me, electrocuted from within in a merciless current that threatened to cook me alive.

And what a way to go!

“This is only the beginning, Dana,” Hutch rasped, still pounding his hard hammer into me with no end in sight.  I knew he meant more than just the marathon session he’d promised and which he’d surely deliver.  It was the beginning of even more than that.  Louder, in a voice that was as much a warning as it was a proclamation.  “You’re free now, Dana ... you’re free!”