TWENTY-THREE – GREGORY
She walked out of the shed wearing my oversized and butchered clothes with all the confidence of a woman who is absolutely sure about herself. I was enthralled. She threw me on the ground and I was both physically and metaphorically swept off my feet. She trapped me into submission and I belonged to her.
I never thought fighting with a woman would be so sexy, but she proved me wrong. The only positive thing that came from her beating me up: I was in too busy being a blundering fool to spring an erection, but as soon as we were done, it snapped right to attention. I am surprised she didn’t see it while she was showing me how to hold my stance. I am going to have to get her to repeat that lesson tomorrow, I can’t remember most of what she said. I was too distracted by the scent of her, by her proximity and what I was about to do to her.
Luckily, I don’t think she will mind. I can tell she had as much fun as I did.
Here I am, carrying her into the shed and all I can think about is how perfect she is. She is impossibly strong and brave, but she does not hesitate to let me lead. There is something irresistible about that and I am burning to lead her through our next bout of lovemaking.
This is a very different carry than the way I held her yesterday. This time, she has her legs wrapped around my waist, hands in my hair and she is nuzzling my neck. Her soft kisses are threatening to undo me. I walk us all the way into the far wall and press her against it. I take her mouth in mine and devour her kisses. She is perched high over me.
With the leverage of the wall I have free roam of my hands. I use that to caress all over her, trying to touch as much as I can. After a few seconds, my hands are practically glued to her breasts. Since she took off her bodice to fight, they are unrestrained. It is erotic, feeling the mounds under my rough spun shirt.
I am massaging them and she is moaning my name in between kisses. She starts grinding her hips against my shaft and I moan back.
I lift her up, then command, “Stand.” She obliges, immediately. I take a step back and add, “Strip.”
She looks at me with an equal hunger of mine and slowly removes her shirt. She takes an impossibly long time, causing me to pant in anticipation. When she has her top off, she throws it on the ground then turns towards the wall. Ever so slowly, she removes the rope, binding her pants up. She lowers them down, inch by inch slowly revealing her plump ass. She lets them fall to the ground, then calmly steps out of them and turns to face me.
“What next?” She asks, expectedly.
“Back up against the wall and spread your legs.” She obeys and I slide down to my knees in front of her. “Now, put your legs on my shoulders.” She puts her right leg up, then pushes off me slightly to get the other one in place. My face is nestled in the apex of her thighs. I speak, and I know she can feel my breath tickling her opening, “Ash, I am about to bury my face in your pussy. Before I do, I want you to promise not to come. Stop me before you do and I promise it will be worth it.”
She responds by whimpering and sliding her slit closer to me.
All other sex with women before Ash was quick and hard, but I am finding that is not what I want with her. I want to worship her and drag out our pleasure. I would keep her in bed all day if I could. With that in mind, I start a slow assault with my tongue.
I flick it out and tease her clit. I alternate between quick licks and slow circles. I start to feel her excite on top of me, but I keep my slow pace, enjoying each second of her flower in my face. I start to taste her sweet nectar and I can tell she is really enjoying this. Her hand grips in my hair and pulls, causing my eyes to water and I know she needs more. It’s time I dive my tongue deep into her pussy. It opens for me and I am immediately greeted by the full extent of her arousal. My lips are moistened with her juices and I find myself moaning. Tasting her is the sweetest thing I have had all day.
I move my tongue, in and out, grinding my mouth as hard against her as I could. She is wriggling on top of me and moaning out my name. My dick is straining in my pants, harder than I thought possible, but I won’t stop until she tells me to. I want to bring her right to the edge, then pull back. I start speaking into her pussy, “I love you,” and the vibrations must have been all she needed because she immediately pulls on my hair, saying, “Gregory, stop or I am going to come apart.”
I slide my head back and growl, “Finally.” She takes her legs off my shoulder and I stand. When I am face to face with her, she looks uncomfortable. I reach out and grasp her face, “What is it, my sweet-eagle?”
She brings a hand up to hold mine, where I am grasping her face, then she speaks, “Can I do that for you? Well, not quite that, I don’t think I could hold you on my shoulders.” She lets out an nervous laugh.
“Would you like to have my cock in your mouth?” I ask. She grasps my hand harder and huskily says, “Yes.” That is a sight I will never forget, her with those rosy lips wrapped around my bulging cock.
“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” In the way she is perfecting, she obeys me. I hastily rip off my clothes and add them to the growing pile. “Don’t forget to breathe,” is all I say before I slip my cock into her mouth.
Only the tip in is and it is already so sweet. Her tongue licks forward and tickles the very top. I can’t take the teasing though, so I slide my dick in further. She understands and moves her head forward to meet my thrust and I hit the back of her throat. “Ash,” I moan out, “Yes, your mouth is so sweet.” She takes that as encouragement and moves her head back, causing me to slide out slightly, then she slams it back in.
She brings her hands up to grasp my ass and she takes control. I am at a mercy of her movements over my cock. She starts at the same slow pace I teased her with. She slides the entire length of me out, then teases my tip with her tongue, then the next second, she is slamming my hips forward, until I hit the back of her throat again. It feels so amazing. Just when I think it can’t get any better, she brings one hand forward and grabs the base of my member, the length that is not covered by her mouth. Using both in tandem, she starts to pump faster and I feel my knees weaken.
I muster out a breathy, “Ash, stop,” and she freezes. She moves her head back and removes my arousal fully from her luscious lips. “Shit, did I do it wrong.”
I star at her for a second, wondering if I heard her right, “No, love. You did so well if you hadn’t stopped I would have emptied myself down your throat.”
At that, she shudders then licks her lips, “Oh. Why didn’t you?”
“Because I want to be buried in your pussy first. I want to lift you and push you against this wall and feel you come before I find my release.” I reach down to pull her up and start kissing her. They are impatient kisses because I am burning to be buried deep inside her.
“Jump up and wrap your legs around me again.” Blessedly, she obeys again. I lift her slightly and position my erection at her soaking wet slit, “Slide down on me.”
She does, and we both let out a deep moan when she is fully settled over me. This position allows my cock to be deeper inside her than before and I can feel her already start to shutter over the intensity of my penetration.
I move my hips back slightly then slam them back into her. I am loving this, but I can tell she is as close to her orgasm as I am, so I succumb to our desires. I move my hips faster and she starts to bounce on top of me. I grab her breasts, as I did before, but this time, I focus solely on her nipples. Stimulating them in tune with my thrusts. She has her arms wrapped around me, and I hear her breathy moans, so soft, in my ear. I am about to burst, so I yell out, “I want you to come, now,” and I feel the immediate clench of her pussy around my cock. She starts spasming above me, gripping my hard and unabashedly. I follow suit and empty all I have inside her.
Riding out the orgasm, I grab her face and kiss her deeply. Connecting during the final moment of our pleasure.
It is an attestation to my strength, that I did not collapse with her still in the air. I lifted her enough to slip out, then lowered her to the ground, where I immediately laid down and pulled her on top of me. I squeezed her in close and said, “Ash, I am yours. I love you more than anything.” She started to pull herself up, and I stopped her, “Please just listen, I know it’s crazy because we just met,” I start rubbing my hands over her back, “But it feels so natural being with you.”