Chapter Fifteen

Gail

I had him in the palm of my hand and he wasn’t going anywhere. I let him feel the hot breath of my mouth making him jerk with his hips coming off the floor. I was following the map of his anatomy the only way I knew how. I worked him into frustration and left him steaming on the verge of letting go.

“You are fucking crazy and I love it.” His words brought me forward on my knees with my hands spreading his legs a little wider than they already were.

“I’m crazy for you. I feel like what we have been going through is a test to see how much we can endure.” I drooled hot spit down over the head and watched it slide with ease down his pole to gather at his balls.

“A woman like you should not have to contend with the baggage I bring to this… whatever this is.” He didn’t know what we were to one another. He wasn’t the only one.

I wasn’t ready to label what this was.

I felt like I was drowning in the need to be with him. I didn’t want anybody to throw me a lifeline to rescue me from what was going to be a pleasing sensation frozen in time. There was nothing cold about the heat coming off of him in waves. We were going to ward off hyperthermia by doing what came naturally between a man and a woman.

I traveled my tongue in a slow circuitous route from his balls all the way to the over-inflated head. I got to the top and paid particular attention to the mushroom shape of his manhood. I gave it a spit and polish.

His reaction was typical of a man in this position. The cream began to pulsate out of the tiny hole on the top without him going off like a geyser. This was a prelude to better things to come. I was anxious to see him in the heated element of my sex.

“I’ve been wasting my time with other girls. I have everything I want right here with you.” His sweet talk was definitely an added bonus to make me ravenous for his form.

I hovered above his tool with my mouth wide open and my tongue sticking out. I gave him a wink before attempting to take him into my mouth. The huge helmet was plastered on my tongue delivering small spurts of liquid encouragement. The motivation to take him further was given by the way that he was running his hands seductively through my hair. The impulse to thrust gave me more than a mouthful. I gagged, but I continued wanting nothing more than to make him my own personal sex puppet.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. I must’ve been a very good boy.” I couldn’t help but smile at his statement of fact.

It was a crazy rush to be with him and to show him my form of oral gratification. I had instigated a pleasurable pursuit of pleasure and he had readily gone along for the ride. His lengthy appendage was soon buried to the hilt in my throat. I was enticing his orgasm to the surface with my head bobbing up and down. I was giving him enough pressure with my mouth molded around his monument of masculinity to have him moaning my name.

“Gail… Gail… Gail.” I was a bad influence and my inner vixen took him down to the root.

I was inviting him to sputter to the finish line with his creamy seed spewing from the tip. I was apprehensive about how much was going to continuously burst from his loins. It was bittersweet to know this was the reaction he was getting from me going down on him.

He was trying to lift himself into the air and I was keeping him down. I knew his leg wasn’t in the best shape after all that action last night. Besides, the object of my affection was shooting ropes of his excitement into my mouth. I enjoyed the power I had over his orgasm. I had enough to worry about, but I was taking this moment to savor my time with him.

I climbed up on top of him rubbing the remnants of his discharge along the lips of my pussy. I unbuttoned his shirt and laid him bear to my greedy eyes. I nipped at his nipples, pulling them with my teeth and feeling a resurgence of vitality between his legs.

“That was a good way to start, but it’s not the way I want to finish.” He said and positioned me to sit directly above his face. “You’re so wet, baby. It would be a shame not to indulge a little.”

“I had been waiting to see part two of this act.” I smiled down at him. “You’re going to love it.” He extended his tongue upward with a soft touch caressed my clit then the folds of my vagina. It made my head dip backward. “Oh my god!” I whispered. He then removed his tongue and used only his lips. They were soft and slow and awoken more nerves inside me than were already at play. His fingers stroked my bare cheeks making me tingle with delight as his lips gave me earth-shattering pleasure. I could scream but I had to hold my breath. All I could do was touch my own breasts in the heat of the moment, excited and exposed. He came back with his tongue with a quick vibration that made me go crazy with delight. “OH!” I let out a muffled moan as I bit the bottom of my lip to try and control my volume. “Baby, you are so GOOD!”

“Thank you. I’m far from being done with you. And I love the view of you touching your breasts from here.” I didn’t want him to stop. He handed even penetrated me with his tongue yet, and I was wet enough to ride him like the stallion that he was. “Don’t stop.” I put one hand down to rub his hair. Before I could say anything else, his lips returned to warm my rose suspended in thin air aching for more. He fondled the outer sanctum with his fingers ever so gently teasing me for perhaps what’s to come. My mind was getting dirtier and dirtier. “Get inside me.” I was ready for those fingers and even more ready to bounce on top of him with his full manhood inside me but he kept me going at a steady pace. His tongue came back with a pulsating lick. I shivered all over. My vagina was screaming. My legs were about to give out but all those days training made them strong enough to endure the colonel’s touch. Thank god for that.

His tongue softened again and looped around my entire wet area, licking me like an ice cream cone. “You’re driving me crazy.” He said nothing back. Talking to me with this lips, tongue and fingers. “That’s also a good way to communicate.” I said biting my lip. His tongue finally entered me and he grabbed my hips and made me bounce up and down on his long hard tongue. “Wow. I thought part one was good…Oh!” He was making me fuck his face. I felt naughty and sexy at the same time. Nothing turned me on more that his lips around my blossoming sex. This man had me on my knees, literally. I grabbed my breasts again arched my back and swayed my head throwing my hair around. “You’re making me go wild.”

I didn’t want to hurt him so I let his hands do the pulling. I moved when he told me to move. This was hot. No man has even done this to me before. He had awoken this vixen with sexual desires that I didn’t know existed. I was feeling naughtier and sexier as he controlled my entire body with his tongue. He started to flick his tongue. From within, it felt like a warm vibrator generating pulses that made my entire body shiver. He used his nose to blow out hot air onto my clit. It gave me a second kind of orgasmic simulations. “Oh my god!” I started panting. “Don’t let me finish. I want your dick inside me. He kept going. I wanted to stop and move down but I didn’t want to stop at all. He wasn’t letting me. The tongue was pleasuring me in every way but it was no match for the real thing. I took his hands off my flat belly and slit down next to his hips. I was about to come. I took a breath.

I coveted his body and what he could do to pull the strings of my desire for him.

I was starved for his sex and frantic to get him back in fighting form. I latched my mouth to his neck and heard him groan with his essential need for more of what I just gave him. I was confident in my abilities. I was willing him back to action. It wasn’t hard but it was recovering nicely. It was a matter of knowing which buttons to push to garner the right response.

“You’re fuckin’ delicious. I can eat you up all night.” His loins were on fire and I felt his stiffness nudging at me for entrance to my warm embrace.

“You do say the nicest things. It’s not necessary. You’re going to get laid anyway.” I rose with my feet firmly planted on the floor in a sitting position.

I lowered myself perceptively slow taking my time to immerse him in the heated confines of my sex. I could feel every inch wrapped in the vise-like grip of my body. I was sitting on top of him with my eyes looking down at where we were connected. There was nothing left to the imagination. We were exposed in a way that two lovers should be when they were getting physical with one another.

I started the gradual climb leaving a trail of my juices in my wake. I got to the top with my hands on his chest and dropped. It was hard and heavy. It blew the air out of him when I landed. I wanted to let him know how having him in my life completed me.

“If you intend to treat me like this all the time then you might have a hard time kicking me out of bed. You’re definitely more than meets the eye. Gail, a man would be foolish to give this up.” I was riding on top of him, lightly scratching his chest and desperate to feel his lips kissing me all over again. My head swaying round and round as I was already on the verge and I needed to get him to the same level. “You need to catch up.”

“This is nothing compared to what I could do with proper motivation. I hope you’re not easily shocked. I have a medley of different things underneath my bed. I look forward to subjecting you to them.” I was getting closer to the moment of truth with the bottom about to fall out from underneath me.

“I love how your body is so damn responsive. This could have been a never-ending chore, but being with a woman like you is a pleasure. I feel lucky to be with you.” This was his second time. It was going to take more than 5-minutes to reach the conclusion of our physical interaction.

“I can’t seem to get enough of your cock.” It was the perfect size.

It felt like everything was moving in slow motion like a vivid and obscene movie playing over and over again in my mind. I loved the sensual way he moved his hands down over my body. The sensation of his fingertips grazing my skin was causing me to shiver in place.

“I can’t imagine a better place to be. I have this insane desire to flip you over onto your back with your legs in the air. I’m going to give you some room to move.”

“Stay down bad boy. I kinda like it up here.” I knew exactly what kind of pressure and how to move my body to incite a riot between my legs. His hands pulled me down hard onto him and pushed up with is magic wand deeper and deeper, pounding into me like a hammer. I wanted more and more. I lowered myself to his face wanting the both of us to come at the same time and be close when we did. But as I climaxed, I flung my hair backward feeling the ecstasy thrusting me up and away. My moans were getting louder and his grunts made me want to scream even more.

I came with my fingers digging into his chest and my eyes practically coming out of my skull. I ground my body in a circle to use the shaft of his equipment to the best of my advantage. The climactic moment grabbed me by the throat and the scream emanating from my mouth was a high-pitched squeal.

I was still riding the blunt end of my orgasm when he uncorked the bottle of his excitement. It bubbled to the surface and began to gush with one shot after another like warm champagne. It charged forward and continued to fill me with his sweet bliss.

“The only thing that comes to mind is holy mother of god. You drew inspiration from me. I could feel how you were manipulating my body.” I laid my head on his chest with my hand teasingly flicking his nipples with my fingers.

He was still inside me and was reluctant to vacate his position. He finally found his escape. I no longer wanted him in my dreams. The real thing overshadowed anything that would be found in my vivid imagination.

“I wasn’t the only one manipulating somebody’s body. I don’t think I have to tell you how much being with you means to me. I know you still have your doubts.” I was referring to his brush with death.

He suddenly bolted straight up, lifting me easily off of him and going to the window on his knees. It almost looked like a bolt of lightning had struck him between the eyes with a revelation.