Chapter Five
Kissing him felt like…I didn’t even know what to compare it to. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. It was just so good. I had to wonder how someone got so good at kissing. Was it experience? Natural talent? Did it really matter?
He put his hand on the side of my face and brushed my hair back with his fingers. It tickled and I shuddered. Then he guided my head and my lips where he wanted them. Once we were aligned, he attacked my lips with his. A full-on assault with not just his lips but with his tongue taking long, slow strokes into my mouth and his teeth nibbling on my lips…it was so erotic that for a few seconds my mouth was the only part of my body that mattered. But then I felt him pushing on my tank top and I remembered how badly I wanted him to touch the rest of me too. We broke the kiss long enough for him to push it off over my head and he resumed the kiss while his hands found my breasts, cupping them tenderly at first and sending goose bumps racing down both my arms. I was so into it that I barely registered when my bra was unhooked and slipped off…until I felt the cool air on my hard nipples and he broke the kiss again to lean down and take one into his mouth. Then the fireworks started going off in my head.
He had the hard nipple of my right breast between his lips and he was flicking back and forth and up and down with his sweet, wet tongue. I threw my head back and he reached a hand up while he sucked on the other nipple and pulled the elastic band off my braid. He deftly unbraided my hair and sucked my nipples at the same time. He definitely got points for coordination.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered that I wasn’t going to do this. I wasn’t going to get involved with this man…it was a bad idea…right? I moaned as he sucked my right breast into his mouth. He kept the suction going while his tongue continued to work the nipple…There was nothing at all bad about what we were doing. It was all good. It was sex between two consenting adults. Who the fuck cared about a relationship? I could’ve lived on this alone. I felt him pushing down on my shorts, then, and I helped him, wriggling free of the elastic band and then stepping out of them when they hit the floor. I was still in my pink lacy thong, but that was it, right there in the kitchen. He had pulled his mouth up off my nipple and was looking at me like I was a steak and he was a lion. I was ready to be devoured.
He kissed me again and I felt his hand between my legs. I opened my thighs for him and felt one of his fingers slip under the thin layer of lace and press against my entrance. I groaned into our kiss and I felt his lips curl up into a smile.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he whispered against my lips. I didn’t respond, with words. But I thought the movement of my hips told the story. As he said that, he shoved his finger into me and I moaned loudly. He slid another one in to meet it and we stood there in the kitchen while he kissed me and finger-fucked me, and it felt like the most natural, right thing in the world. “Do you want me, Jessie?” he asked, kissing me again. His tongue searched mine out and wrapped it up in such a tight embrace that I couldn’t answer.
When he finally pulled back, my legs were shaking so hard that I could barely stand and in a breathless voice I said, “Yes…oh yeah I do!”
“You do what?” he said with another grin.
“I do want you…so bad!” I wanted him in an almost animalistic way. I wanted him there in the kitchen on the tile floors, or the tile counters…I just wanted him. He could’ve pushed my ass up against the cold stainless steel of the refrigerator and taken me right there, and I wouldn’t have complained.
“Mm, good,” he said as he moved his fingers around inside me. He put the other hand on my ass and squeezed it as he pulled my hips harder into his. I could feel how hard he was, his cock was stretching the fabric of his jeans, begging for release.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I watched, still shaking all over as he drew them across his lips and then licked them clean. I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed down on them. He helped me and then we attacked the white T-shirt. We were on even ground now, both of us in our underwear. He had his hands in the tops of my panties as he suddenly twirled me around to face away from him. I reached out for the counter to steady myself and I felt my panties being swept down my legs. I stepped out of them and when he leaned into me again, his were gone too. He pulled my hair out of the way and attached his lips and teeth to a soft spot on my neck as the thumb and forefinger of his hand worked their magic on my now engorged nipples. I could feel his hard cock boring into my ass cheek and the evidence of my own arousal was slowly running down the insides of my thighs. He played with my nipples with one hand and I could feel the other sliding the condom he must have had in his pocket over his throbbing erection. Once he had it on, he slid his hands down across my abdomen and my pelvis, finally reaching the tops of my thighs. He squeezed them and then gently pushed them apart. Then he put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me forward just a bit until I was completely exposed to him from behind.
I was ready, more than ready, and when the head of his cock found the slick, hot entrance to my pussy and he thrust into me, I cried out. He let his cock slide all the way into me, filling me up with his full length before pulling back again. He plunged forward again with a grunt as I gripped the edge of the counter and pushed back against him. He would pull out and plunge in and every time he did I would push back and he would hit bottom. He was fucking me slow and deliberately and it felt great, but at that moment, I needed more.
In a throaty voice that I almost didn’t recognize myself I said, “Harder.”
He made another grunting noise and obliged. He grabbed a hip in each hand and began to really fuck me. I felt his body slamming against mine as the sweat began to drip and run all over our skin became slick with the friction. He slid his right arm up, leaving the left hand on my hip and he wrapped that arm around me just above my breasts. It was almost like being restrained, I couldn’t move at all…but I’d have to have been crazy to want to. He was in control now. He was doing all the work…and I was experiencing pleasure that my brain could barely comprehend. It wasn’t long before he cried out again and pushed me forward so that his head was against my back as his cock twitched and swelled and finally exploded.
We stood there like that for a few seconds, both of us panting and the sweat so thick between us it would have been impossible to discern which drip came from whom. When he recovered, pulled out and stood up, he brought me up straight with him and spun me around to face him. He gave me a long, sweet, sensuous kiss…and then dropped to the floor on his knees in front of me. Lifting one of my legs, he pulled it up so that it was resting on his shoulder and without any warning, his tongue pressed tightly against my clit. I gasped when he slid two fingers into me again as his tongue massaged my swollen clit. I looked down the length of my own body and watched as he pleasured me with his tongue and lips. He sucked my clit in between his lips and then wrapped his tongue around it, making me want to scream…then he let his teeth graze it and I may have screamed. I knew I was shivering as I felt the muscles in my pussy begin to contract. He shoved his tongue up deep inside me and I could feel his face pressing up against my clit and I moved my hips up and down and back and forth across his mouth until at last the orgasm ripped through me and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
He licked me softly until I recovered and then pressed his lips to my mound before standing up and shoving his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself there and kissing him like that made me want him again. I ground my hips against his and I wasn’t surprised to feel that he was already getting hard again. I was pressed up against the cold kitchen counter and I realized that the only thing that could make it better would be the bed. I pulled out of the kiss and he opened his eyes and looked at me. I could seriously lose all powers of speech and rational thought if he did that for too long.
“Bed,” was the only word I was able to utter. It was enough for him. He took my hand and turned and headed out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom. He stopped at the first one and I said, “Keep going.” By the time we got to the second one I was pawing at him like an animal again. He pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, giving me another hot, slow, deep kiss. I felt his hands sliding back down toward my pussy and his now rock-hard cock pressing against my belly. I trailed my fingers down over his chest and stomach until I could reach it and I took it into my hand. When I touched it, I felt his whole body convulse. It was exciting to know I turned him on so much. I stroked up and down the shaft while he kissed me, letting my fingers pay close attention to the head before I stroked my way back down and ended with a brush against his balls.
“Ahhh! You’re going to make me come again already.”
“Turn over,” I told him.
He did and now he was on his back and I was on top. I kissed his lips and then down his jawline and across his thick neck. I tasted the muscles in his shoulders and upper arms before my lips found a nipple on his chest and wrapped themselves around it. His fingers were tangled up in my hair and he held on to me as I slid down over his hard abdomen. He guided me across his pelvis and then lifted his hips up off the bed when he felt my tongue begin to circle the tip of his cock.
He moaned again and as I fondled his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers, he thrust his hips up higher and encouraged me to take all of him into my mouth. I let his shaft slide in until it was lodged all the way at the back of my throat and then I brought my head up slowly, licking underneath the shaft along the way and all the time massaging his balls. He was moaning and writhing and his thighs were quivering and just as I felt him begin to grow and swell in my mouth I pulled off him and rolled over onto my back next to him.
He opened one eye and looked at me with a grin. “That was fucking awesome…I don’t know if I can move.”
I smiled back and slid my hand down across my breasts and my belly to the top of my pubic mound and said, “Okay, you just lie there, I can take care of myself.” I slid one finger down and began massaging my hard clit.
He groaned and sat up and then he said, “Shit! I don’t have another condom.”
“Top drawer,” I told him. He reached behind him into my nightstand and pulled one out of the box there and put it on. By that time I was right on the verge again. He reached down and moved my hand with his.
“Uh uh! Let me do that.” Then he proved that he had the front mount down pat. He climbed on top of me, using one of his knees to urge mine farther apart and with no more preamble than that, he aligned his cock and drove it into my still sopping wet, hot flesh. He moved in and out of me in expert, long, deep thrusts. He would let out this little growl every time the head of his cock hit bottom and then he’d pull it back almost all the way out before plunging it in again. I had my legs wrapped around his hips and I squeezed and tightened the muscles in them to help him move in and out. I brought my ass up off the bed and my back arched and I met every one of his thrusts gratefully with my hips. He was coated with sweat now and his whole body quivered as I watched him throw back his head and sink deep one last time before exploding. I tightened my legs around his hips and held him in place while he rocked gently back and forth until he had come down from his high. Panting and gasping for air, he fell down on the bed next to me. I turned slightly and snuggled into him and he draped one of his massive arms across me.
“Damn!” I said.
I felt his body move when he laughed and he said, “Yep.”
We lay like that, plastered together by our own sweat and our limbs and my sheets tangled, kissing and touching and falling in and out of sleep for hours before both of us finally landed in dreamland for the night.