Chapter ten - Tom
I was lying there contemplating the kiss and how this was going to change everything. It wasn’t just that we had embarked on a physical relationship, but she had uncovered my truth by no fault of her own.
Roseanne walked back in the room. I hadn’t even realized she left. “I hope you don’t mind. I was saving this bottle for a rainy day, but I need something to soothe my nerves.”
I was starting to regret the kiss.
She must’ve been wondering how it was even possible. I could almost sense what was going to be her first question. I wasn’t sure how much I could tell, her even though the proof was clearly seen with her own two eyes. Logan wasn’t going to be very happy and would think this was a mess he was going to have to clean up.
“I would probably have a drink if I were in your shoes.” I tried to get up, but the pain was still severe enough to keep me immobilized. “I have to know what you’re going to do with this information.” I was worried she wasn’t going to be able to keep her mouth shut. I feared what that could mean for her continued survival.
“I’m not going to say anything to anyone.” It was good news.
“I can control it most of the time, but I am left with the animal instincts lurking within. It’s the reason for my many trips to Montana. I fight the natural urge until the wild calls my name. I unleash the beast with a month of pent-up aggression, ready to explode.”
I saw her drinking steadily from the bottle without the necessity of a glass. With the bottle in hand, she jumped onto the bed and straddled my waist. I could feel the heat of her sex against my love muscle. I was looking at her and seeing that the liquor had dulled her senses enough to lower her inhibitions.
“I’m through talking when actions speak louder than words. How do you feel about a strong woman? I only ask because most men feel intimidated. I don’t feel this is the case with you.” She lowered the straps on her dress and let it fall, with gravity doing the rest of the work.
It was down around her waist and I had my hands on her bare legs. I was inching the dress a little further up so that I could see how her excitement was staring me in the face. She grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head, somehow not spilling a drop of alcohol. She continued our earlier passionate kiss. It was almost enough to take my breath away.
Her lips found my neck and I had no idea that it was one of my erogenous zones. She circled the spot with the tip of her tongue and made me jump practically out of my skin with pleasure. I tried to buck her off of me, but she was quite insistent on staying exactly where she was.
“I want you to be sure of what you are doing,” I said huskily. “We might be two of a kind, but there are obvious differences. This is not a perfect world and there are things in the shadows you don’t know about. This is not the kind of secret for the squeamish.”
She was grinding back and forth along the shaft of my manly persuasion. “I want to feel something again. I don’t care about tomorrow, when the present is the only thing that matters.”
She upturned the bottle and poured some of the contents in my mouth. She chased it with her tongue, the bottle still dribbling what remained down my chest and following a direct trail to my healthy anatomy. She followed the same path, briefly making contact with my shaft, teasingly leaving me on the edge of sexual insanity. Her kiss was enough to make me breathless. It fired me up to turn the tables in my favor.
We rolled from side to side on the bed, until she suddenly gave in with me on top of her.
I was dripping champagne onto her body and I found it a necessary thirst-quencher for what was to follow. My tongue traced expectantly down her taut stomach. Something big was happening between the two of us and I was going along for the ride.
I spread her open for a visual inspection. The glistening lips of her sex were beckoning me forward. I peeled back the puffy pink lips to see what was waiting for me. The bubbling cauldron of her desire was forcing me to take a moment. A pause for the cause was necessary to remind myself of how lucky I really was to be with her.
“I would tell you to take a picture, it will last longer, but I’m not going to do that. I want you to feed on the combination of the champagne and what is currently dripping out of… MEEEEEEEE.” Her last word punctured my eardrums loud enough to leave the presence of an echo in the room. It probably had something to do with my tongue slipping inside the heat of her oven.
Her legs clamped shut around my ears, making everything sound like it was coming from inside a dark tunnel. My tongue snapped forward to bury its length in the embrace of her sex. She lifted her body with no will of her own. I had no choice but to hold her down for my oral attack. It was compounded by a heavy dose of her cream coating my lips.
“I don’t know where you learned that, but somebody deserves a fruit basket. I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but none with your enthusiasm. I hope this isn’t some kind of Nightingale Syndrome.” I was thinking the same thing, but the idea sounded preposterous.
I darted my tongue in and out of her, hearing her cries of ecstasy and feeding on the sound like my own personal drug. My eyes were wide open, and her taste lingered on my palate. I was ravenous, like an animal completely unhinged. I was unable to pull myself away from the feast in front of me.
The sheets were practically lying on the floor from the thrashing of her body on top of the bed. She was pulling at my hair and the pain was fueling my craving to satisfy my hunger.
“I’m not going to last for very much longer. I know you can feel it building up inside me. The walls vibrating against your tongue is an obvious sign of an imminent orgasm. I’ve never had it this good and finding another to duplicate what you’re doing would be foolish.” Her wail of contentment was followed by her legs falling wide open in obvious invitation.
“I love the mask of euphoria on your face. I want you to always wear that in the bedroom. Your smile lights up the room.” My hand grazed her inner thighs and she jerked noticeably from how sensitive her skin was.
I was soon hovering over top of her, fisting my organ and wiping it lightly over her clit to make her eyes widen with surprise. I was contemplating every word that had come out of her mouth. The very thought of sealing this consummation by banging her into submission was drawing me to her like a moth to a flame.
The spark I had seen in her eyes upon our meeting was nothing compared to the blazing inferno staring back at me now. I held her gaze and moved to where I was about to do some obscene pushups. My pleasure was secondary compared to hers.
“Don’t think for a second you’re going to get off that easy.” She reached down and coiled her hand around the base keeping me from forging ahead. “I’ve seen what you can do with your mouth, but you have yet to see what I can do with mine. I would be remiss if I didn’t say that I was that damn good.”
Her words were quite convincing and had me more than ready to give her something more to do with her mouth than talk. “You have me as a captive audience of one. By all means, show me the prowess you’re so proud of. You haven’t been exactly shy about extolling your virtues. I hope you are worth the wait.”
She had me on my back and was continuing what she started. It seemed only fair to let her finish. “The taste of your skin is like an aphrodisiac not to be ignored. Try not to move. Those injuries are going to need some time to heal, regardless of your fast metabolism.” The healing properties of the bear were already at work. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I could see in her eyes.
“There is a riptide of excitement inside me waiting to be unleashed. I am a wild animal in a cage. You have the key in your possession. I’m begging you to use it.” I had a lump in my throat. I hadn’t breathed the entire time. I was watching her get closer to touching the raising flag of my anatomy.
“I know what I’m doing. I can’t say you are truly prepared for the experience.” Her words grabbed my attention, but it was her tongue tracing the outline of my equipment that made me rise up on my elbows.
“It’s like you’re touching me with a hot poker. The anticipation is driving me crazy.” I wanted her to make me yell and thrash with the makings of the orgasm building up inside.
“Your reaction is remarkable. I have barely begun and already you are flying high in the stratosphere of your own pleasure. Imagine what that is going to be like when the gates are pulled wide open by the assistance of my mouth.” She swallowed the evidence of my arousal down to the root. There was not even an inch remaining.
I ran my hands through her hair and pulled it with a little bit of force to see her looking up at me with her mouth full. I pushed her back down, making her momentarily gag, but she wasn’t struggling. I think she was taking immense joy out of making me happy.
“I don’t think I truly understood what you meant until right about now. The feeling was subtle at first, but it’s growing with intensity.” I lifted my hips and began to make love to her mouth. Her tongue was everywhere. It was like it had a mind of its own.
Her hands were no longer absent. They had taken liberties with my balls, warming them to her touch and squeezing to make me moan. I twisted in her oral grasp of persuasion. There was no escaping the pleasing sensation she was inflicting on me.
Her tongue outstretched when she bottomed out. She licked the underside of my shaft and then made the circuit from the bottom to the top. The swirl of encouragement from her tongue was enough to make me feel like my whole world had been turned upside down.
“I don’t want to admit this, but you are dangerously close to getting more than you bargained for. Every second with you is pure bliss. Your tongue is going to be permanently tattooed on my shaft.” I was holding my own, but she was not about to take any prisoners. The war between us was going to end with a bang and not a fizzle.
Her technique was sublime and had me desperately trying to cling to the last vestige of my stamina. It soon crumbled under the weight of her oral ministrations. I felt it traveling up the length of my body before responding with an ungodly scream to wake the dead. She didn’t back off for one single second.
Her eyes sparkled with evil intentions. She was enjoying the power she had over me. I fired indiscriminately with quick shots of thick jizz more than enough to choke any mortal woman. She didn’t show any kind of restraint.
I was left breathing heavily and still bucking every so often from the flicking of her tongue. She wasn’t giving me a moment to rest. The fire inside her wasn’t contained.
She was still nursing at my manhood. It was a surprise to see myself come back to fighting form. I had seriously underestimated her.