He cups my face, kisses me, then removes the hair slide that pins up my hair. His eyes follow the movement of my hair as it falls down my shoulders. He makes me step out of the thong and opens my bra. My body’s covered in goose bumps despite the sunbeams that fall through the open window. Lastly, he undoes the clasp of my necklace and with a muffled noise, it lands on the pile of my clothes.
I stand before him, naked, but instead of touching or kissing the body that’s all his for the taking, Benedek steps back. He can’t miss the little shiver that runs through my body and tenses my nipples. They are so hard already that I wonder why he doesn’t just wrap his lips around them, suck, lick, kiss them. He has been good at reading my mind so far, even when I had less obvious thoughts. I throw a quick glance at his jeans, and notice with satisfaction the bulge over his crotch.
Before I can act on that reassuring discovery, he walks to a piece of furniture, pulls away the huge sheet that covers it and wraps it around me, once, twice, before fastening it with a tight knot on the side. He steps out of his canvas shoes, opens his shirt and reveals a smooth chest underneath. “Come,” he says and takes my hand.
The sheet is too long and rushes over the floor behind me like a train. At a pace that’s much too ambling for my taste right now, we make our way through long corridors, past oil paintings and stained mirrors. I feel like a princess. A wicked princess, mind you. I’m completely naked underneath my gown, and I want so much more than a chaste kiss from the prince.
The hardwood floor creaks underneath our steps: my stumpy toes, with small dots of raspberry-red nail varnish, looking even more chubby next to his slender, bony feet, their skin the same caramel color as the rest of his body.
I can’t wait to see all of him.
Finally, Benedek stops at a dove-colored tapestry with golden ornaments. He reaches for a small key, and only now do I detect a small handle in the flowery pattern. He brushes my hair behind my shoulders and gives me a long kiss. The key creaks in the lock and the door opens to a narrow, beaten staircase. He holds my hand as I stumble through the twilight. At its end shines a bright light and I can spot a joist ceiling. We reach the end of the stairs and I realize that we’re in the steeple cupola on the mansion’s rooftop. It’s hot up here, and it smells of old wood warmed by the sun. The whole room gleams in the setting sun’s light. Benedek opens a French door to the gallery leading around the cupola. He pulls the sheets from an armchair, a side table, a small cupboard, and with every piece of furniture he reveals, the room’s former splendor comes to life again. Dust particles dance in the sunbeams, irritating my throat, but all my attention is caught by the huge bed that emerges now. It has a simple, refined, hazel-colored frame and a thick mattress covered in a green velveteen case.
Benedek sits down on the bed and motions me to him. He unwraps the sheet and pulls me closer to him. His breath tickles my skin. He kisses my belly, and his lips move over my stomach, up to my breasts. They trace every piece of skin they can reach and finally, seize my nipples. He encloses one and his arms hold me tightly as my knees get weak. One arm firmly around my waist, he moves his other hand between my legs. I arch my pelvis forward, pressing my pussy against his hand, and he obliges me. Long, deliberate strokes caress my pussy lips and circle my clit. He places more kisses on my stomach, starts licking at my belly button and rubs his nose over my skin. My moans are only sighs now, and they grow more and more frantic. Benedek stops his treat; he kisses a spot just above the hairline of my delta and lays me down on the bed. I pant and catch my breath while he undresses.
His smile shows only a hint of self-consciousness as he finally stands before the bed, bare-naked. I sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed. He moans when I cup his balls. I slide up to his body so that my breasts rub against his chest, and explore him with my lips: his nipples, his neck, his collarbone, the pits of his arms. His cock pokes my thigh. He buries his face in my hair and his moans become muffled breaths that are hot against my scalp.
I cover his body in kisses and taste the summer day on his skin, the warmth, the salt, the scent of Benedek.
When I continue to ignore his pleadings, he swoops me up in his arms and we lie down, entangled with each other. His lips find mine again, his fingers run over my body, along my waist. He cups one of my breasts in his palm and rolls me over. Little kisses are placed on my neck while his hand fondles my breast. He treats my body the way he has been treating me the whole day, with calm, focused attention. The need for me glimmers in his eyes, underneath the affection, but his caress is tender, so tender I wonder how he’s able to hold back. And why.
“Please, Benedek…” I pant. “Let go.” He looks up. “I need you to let go,” I repeat and kiss him hard. My teeth graze his bottom lip, and I gently bite his lip.
He continues to stare at me, his breath heavy and hot on my cheeks. “Please…” I say again, and after another moment, the restraint vanishes from his eyes. He bends my arms above my head and pins me down. With a quick move, he licks over my lips. I raise my head, but Benedek retreats. He lowers his face again, presses a kiss on my lip and retreats once more. I whimper with frustration, and only now does he really kiss me. His tongue explores my mouth, lures me to follow it, and the grip of his hands around my wrists loosens.
I throw back my head as his lips wander down my body. His tongue flickers over my nipple, his hand slips between my thighs. He finds my clit, he tweaks it, rolls it between his fingers, presses his thumb against it and makes me wait before he resumes the tease of his fingers. His eyes are dark now, his jawline tensed. Two fingers are pushed inside of me, and I scream as he crooks them and finds the spot that can send me over the edge.
He moves his fingers inside of me until I’m a bundle of whispers and moans in his arms. He pulls away, making me whimper once more, then he pushes himself inside of me, easily.
He stays still for a moment. I wonder if he wants me to beg, but when I open my eyes, the look on his face is tender and tamed. He strokes my temple with the back of his hand and starts rocking me slowly. A tremor runs through his body and resonates with mine. His body thrums with energy as he finds a rhythm in which we lose ourselves. The high builds in the pit of my stomach. I bury my fingers in Benedek’s back, hoping with the last thought I can control that I won’t scratch him too hard.
The air is heavy with gold and warmth. The last rays of sunshine bathe our writhing bodies in a flaming red shimmer, setting us ablaze. The sound of my name pierces the air and it takes me some moments to realize it was Benedek, calling out to me as he collapses in my arms.
I lie still, my face tucked against his chest, and watch the pink clouds turn colorless over the Mecsek Mountains. Crickets chirp in the gardens, and the air is getting crisp. I wrap myself around him. He draws lazy circles on my back with his thumb, and when they stop, I assume he’s fallen asleep. My eyes are heavy too, despite the exhilaration still running through my veins.
“Julie?” he suddenly says, and props himself up on his arm.
I open my eyes and look into his face. I could get used to hearing my name said with that sexy Hungarian accent.
“Do you think you’ve found the place you were looking for?” His eyes search mine.
I think about his question for a few moments. There are so many answers I could give him. There are so many ways he could have meant it. Eventually, I tilt my head and lean in so I can reach his ear. “It’s a perfect place,” I whisper, and place a kiss on his cheek. His mouth curls into a little smile. The delirious feeling that radiates from his smile makes my heart pound. “This chamber… Can it stay our secret?”
He reaches up to touch my face, traces lightly across my cheek and brushes a strand of hair behind my ears. “No camera crews rolling through?” he asks.
I nod. He rolls over and fumbles around with his clothes, scattered on the floor next to the bed. When he turns back to me again, there’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He opens my hand and places a small item into my palm. My he
art races even harder. It’s the brazen key that opens the tapestry door. “Take good care of it,” Benedek whispers. He closes my fingers around it, smirks and leans over to kiss me.
SOMETHING NEW
Giselle Renarde
“Any new ideas?” Elson asked.
He always pushed her to dream up something new, something they’d never tried before. Something they’d never even discussed.
“I don’t know.” Kim cradled the phone against her shoulder and fluffed her pillows. “Let me think for a sec.”
It wasn’t easy coming up with some kinky new move for each visit. In truth, Kim would have been happy with a straightforward fuck. She liked fucking. It was easy—he got on top, she spread her legs. Towering over her, he rutted like an animal until he filled her with come. Why couldn’t they do that all the time?
“Hey, why don’t we save something new for the wedding night?” Kim nestled into bed. The sheets were cold, and she loved how fresh they felt against her warm skin. “That’d be a nice treat, to go all out when we’re finally married.”
That should buy her some time.
“I can’t wait that long.” There was a pained sort of urgency in Elson’s voice. “You living with your parents is driving me nuts. I think about you constantly. I sit at work and think about your pussy. And your mouth! Holy fuck, Kim, I pretend you’re kneeling under my desk, begging me to unzip. Can you imagine sucking my cock in my office?”
“Enough, Elson. I’m on the house line.” Her voice came across harsh, but she worried one of her parents would pick up the phone and overhear these dirty words.
“See? Case in point.” He sounded more dismayed than disgruntled. “When you had your own place you never worried about what I said over the phone. Hell, you got dirtier than me half the time.”
Kim laughed. “No I didn’t.”
“Well, you got pretty damn dirty. Remember that time you called me at two in the morning and begged me to spank your ass raw?”
“Elson!” She tried to shush him but couldn’t make the shh sound because she was giggling too much. “Oh my god, I was so drunk that night.”
“I’d like to spank your ass right now.” Elson made a hissing sound over the phone, like the very thought was torture. “Your butt would burn. You’d wake the whole neighborhood screaming for me to stop.”
Kim’s pussy pulsed, and she reached under the covers to cup her mound. “But you know why I moved back. You know how much money I’m saving in rent. It’s not for me, it’s for us. The more I save now, the more we can put down on a house.”
He was quiet for a while, feeling suitably chastised, Kim hoped.
“I know,” Elson finally said. “You’re right, it’s just hard. It puts such a cramp on our love life. You should spend your nights at my place. Do you honestly think your parents believe you’re a virgin at thirty-two?”
“Yes,” she shot back. “It’s stupid, but you’re always your father’s daughter, you know?”
Of course Elson didn’t know. How could he possibly understand?
“You’re still coming over tomorrow, right?”
“Yes.” Her clit throbbed at the thought of his big body on top of hers, that firm cock thrusting deep in her cunt. “Can’t wait.”
“So, what should we do that’s new?” When she didn’t answer, he said, “Come up with something or I’m driving out there right now and crawling in your bedroom window.”
“Yeah right.” Pussy juice soaked her lips, beckoning her fingers. “Okay, I know what you can do.”
“Spank your ass raw?”
She could hear his smirk, and it pleased her. “That too, but you can also eat my pussy until I can’t breathe—and then eat it some more.”
His voice was gritty when he growled, “God, I want you.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Now…”
“Tomorrow.” She made kissing noises into the phone and then laughed. “Love you.”
When they’d said their good nights and hung up, Kim kissed the phone and flicked off the bedside lamp. Her hand still cupped her mound, two fingertips playing in the juice of her arousal. She wanted to come. She wanted it now, but she just couldn’t masturbate under her parents’ roof. Her pussy throbbed, a wet heat, like it had its own heartbeat. She squeezed her mound hard, so hard her clit popped out between her slick lips. It was begging…begging…
Kim pulled her hand out from under the covers. Her fingers were slick with juice. Save it for tomorrow. You can do this. You can wait.
The whole thing happened in a whirlwind, right from the moment she burst into Elson’s bachelor apartment. Instantly, she found herself in his arms. They kissed with such blazing intensity she thought their mouths might weld themselves together. Her pussy hadn’t stopped begging all night, and her clit was now so blatantly engorged she moaned when the seam of her jeans pressed against her panties.
“If you don’t eat me soon I’m gonna fucking scream.”
“You’re gonna scream either way.” Elson tore off her top, and then stripped out of his robe. He was naked underneath, his cock so hard it stared right up at her. “You’re gonna scream so loud we’ll have the neighbors banging on the walls.”
Kim fumbled with the button on her jeans. Her hands were trembling, but she couldn’t get her pants off fast enough. Elson laughed at her striped socks, so she pulled those off too. She posed for him wearing nothing but a black lace bra and thong.
Grabbing her by the waist, Elson launched Kim onto his messy bed. He took hold of her waist, pulling her right to the edge of the mattress and falling to his knees between her spread thighs.
“Oh my god.” She watched him target her pussy. His breath was so hot she could feel it through her thong. “Oh fuck, Elson, you gotta lick me.”
He didn’t even move her thong aside before planting his face in her crotch. Growling, he sucked there until his hot mouth soaked through the cotton lining. She’d never seen him so wild, biting her pussy lips or tearing at her thong with his teeth, shaking his head side to side. It was like watching an animal slashing into its prey. She was his gazelle. He could tear her to shreds, and she’d just keep calling out for more.
Waves of tingling heat coursed between her inner thighs as she wrapped them around Elson’s head. He grabbed her bare ass, squeezing with both hands, but her muscles flexed each time she bucked, smashing her pussy against his face. She wanted more. Oh god, she wanted so much more.
Reaching between her legs, Kim tugged her thong to one side. The second Elson’s tongue met her bare lips, Kim groaned. This agony was bliss. God, when he attacked her pussy like that she didn’t feel in control of her mind or her body. He’d only just started and already she was bouncing on the bed, throwing herself at his mouth.
Kim couldn’t tell Elson’s saliva from her pussy juice—all she knew was she was wet. Damn wet. She thrust against his face, riding his mouth, feeling the prickle of his stubble against her baby-soft lips.
“I shaved for you!” She didn’t mean to holler, but she couldn’t help it.
Elson made a sound like “I know,” or maybe “I noticed.” Hard to tell exactly what he was saying with his mouth wide open and tongue extended like that. Everything sounded like a moan.
Pulling down the cup of her bra, Kim pinched her hard nipple and a shock wave went straight to her clit. She bucked even higher and Elson went with her, rising until he was standing next to the bed, holding her on a steep diagonal. The view made her gasp. He shook his head side to side, sucking her clit all the while.
An impatient orgasm throbbed at the base of her belly, seeping into her clit with every clench and gasp. She could feel her body more intensely than ever. Her skin blazed inside and out, and she wanted to scratch everywhere, even knowing it would do her no good. The only cure for this sizzle was pulsing in her pussy, begging for release.
“Make me come.” It was hard to move in this position, but that didn’t stop Kim grinding against his mouth. “Get me the
re, Elson. I want it now!”
Just as Kim squeezed her straining nipple, Elson sucked her clit into his mouth so hard she screamed. He buried his face in her pussy lips, going berserk between her legs. He put her over the brink so hard she didn’t know what hit her.
Kim’s orgasm trembled through her entire body. Her toes curled until they felt numb. She held her legs straight and still in an attempt to hold on to the sensation. But as fast as her climax had peaked, the pleasure grew too big to bear. She pounded her fists on the mattress, trying to flip herself over so he’d have to let go, but nothing worked.
Screaming, “Stop! Stop!” she flailed her arms, trying desperately to escape. Why was he still going at her, still sucking her aching clit? “No, Elson, stop! Stop!”
Something new.
This is what she’d asked for: eat my pussy until I can’t breathe—and then eat it some more. If she could catch her breath, she might even laugh. But she was beyond screaming now, beyond pleading. For the first time ever, she’d passed her pain point and it hadn’t killed her.
Kim went limp and Elson followed her onto the bed, his mouth still latched to her pussy. She let go of her thong and it stayed there, stuck between her thigh and her red mound. Her clit was so engorged it stuck out between her slick lips, and when Elson looked up at her, his face was wet with her juices.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. There was awe in his eyes, and she felt the same way. And then he went right back at it, licking her clit, eating her like dinner. She didn’t last a minute before another orgasm soared through her body. This one made her shake all over, made her buck and bounce on the bed, and forced a string of naughty words from her mouth. She clawed the sheets until every bit of energy was drained by her climax. She couldn’t even see straight.
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