by Christa Wick
Relief uncoiled throughout his body. He settled onto his side, the hand down my panties remaining in place as he brought his face close to mine. Teasing me, he didn't claim my mouth immediately. He peppered soft kisses along the side of my face, at the corner of my eyes, at the temples, along the bridge of my nose, at each side of my lips despite how I tried to turn into him.
As he feathered affection from forehead to chin, his hand started to move inside my panties. He kneaded the labia, pinched at them, rubbed firmly at the exterior. When he started to chew on my bottom lip, his thumb slowly wedged the seam of my mound apart to find my clit all thick and throbbing.
Wylie groaned, abandoning my mouth just long enough to nip at my neck. I arched against his hand, my shoulder lifting from the sensation of flesh bumps racing all along my throat. My lips sought his as I pressed my pussy harder against his palm, my tongue sliding across the seam of his lips to get him to open.
He feigned surrender then thrust into my mouth, his big body sliding to half cover me. The force on my clit doubled then tripled. Without warning, he reared up, grabbed the sides of my slacks and stripped them away.
We were panting, both of us lost in the moment. His gaze glistened as he spread my legs and looked at how I wept for him down there. His tongue flicked out to taste the air thick with my need and then he descended in one swift move, his mouth smothering my sex, the top lip molded against the spine of my clit as his tongue fucked in and out of my pussy.
I screamed out, the sound guttural and too long contained. I grabbed his head and damned out loud the hair that was still too short for me to knot my fingers in. I took him by the ears instead, holding him to me, his face melding with my hot, wet pussy, bobbing as he worked the spine.
My scream turned to a groan and then one long moan as my butt lifted off the bed and I started to grind against his mouth.
"Please don't stop."
I was begging, actually begging, would break if he didn't keep going.
Wylie was too sweet or too lost to torment me at that moment, to pull back and threaten to withhold the passionate onslaught of tongue and teeth and lips. He sucked, licked, throttled and thrust at and in my pussy and along my clit until, trembling like a rocket at launch, I exploded with my release.
I collapsed against the mattress, my mind delirious, my hands and arms snaking up and down my body as he descended with me into gentle, slow licks. When I finally stopped writhing from all the pleasure overloading my senses, he started licking and kissing his way up my body.
His hands pushed my shirt as he went. I could feel the tremor in his touch and wanted to believe that I was affecting him as deeply as I knew he had just touched me. I helped him by wriggling the rest of the way out of my top then reached beneath me to undo the hooks on my bra. When I succeeded and reached for the straps, he stopped me.
"That was supposed to be my job, beautiful," he said, his voice rougher than I had ever heard it, but in a sensual way. "I'll let it slide this time because you've got me all fumble fingered."
I smiled, glee spiking inside me because he had referenced "this time”—meaning I hadn't yet fouled things up so terribly there wouldn't be a next time.
Daring to boss him around a little, I placed my hands over his before he could remove the bra.
"I want you naked, Thomas."
12
Wylie
Damn, I thought, half falling off the bed as I stood a little too quickly to take my underwear off. Rhea had me all topsy turvy. She could have told me to go stand on the train tracks right then and I would have if the reward was getting back in bed with her.
Fingers numb with need, I managed to free my cock and not trip over my clothing as I moved to stand next to the bed. I may have obeyed her command for me to finish stripping, but now that she had me naked, I needed to prepare my cock for that tight hole my tongue had just fucked.
She watched me, dark blue eyes glittering as I tore off a condom from the pack and placed it and a bottle of lube on the bed. She blushed and one dainty hand came up to cover her face.
"No, darlin'." I captured her wrist, drawing the lattice of fingers from her face as I stroked my cock. "You wanted to see this."
Her lips rolled hard together and she gave an eager nod that sent fresh, hot blood pulsing through my shaft. She was a goddess amid rumpled sheets, her hair messy from the thrashing she had done while I tasted deep inside her. Her skin glowed with a soft sheen of perspiration as sweat trailed down my back from how hard I had been working to contain my need to have more than just my tongue or fingers inside her.
Crawling back onto the bed, I nestled my lower body between her legs then seized the straps to her bra. For a month, I'd been dreaming about her luscious form, every inch of what I'd seen on stage at Tuttle's and that triangle of ecstasy that had remained hidden. But more than anything, I had fantasized about her breasts, especially me sucking on the dark berry of her nipples, making them so hard and tight the pinker areolae were consumed.
Slowly, I pulled the bra away. Stuck between the choice of two big, flawless breasts, I didn't know which one to suck into my mouth first. I might have stayed like that all day, but her back arched with need, bringing the right nipple closer.
I latched on like I'd never sucked at a tit before, like this was the only nourishment I would ever have or want. I sucked. Hard at first, her nails digging into the wet skin of my back but her moans telling me she could take harder.
I gave her gentler instead, relaxing my jaw and letting my tongue and lips slowly do all the work.
She sighed, the dreamy sound going straight to my jealous cock. I switched breasts and tried to ignore the painful throbbing down below.
Rhea's hips wouldn't let me get away with it. No matter how I tasted or tormented her heavy breasts, her thighs and ass and hips teased me in return. A grazing of my teeth against her nipple produced an immediate upward surge of her mound to rub and bump against my cock. If I then sucked at the nipple and surrounding areola, she started to tighten everything below and her breathing came in needy gulps.
Her pussy was hungry for my cock—as hungry as my cock was to be thrusting inside her.
Abandoning her breasts, I rose and settled onto my knees. I found the condom, ripped it from its package and sheathed myself. Propped on her elbows, Rhea watched the process with a smiling fascination.
Her tongue danced around inside her mouth, the tip playing at the edges of her teeth or wetting her parted lips. When I squirted a large dollop of the lube into my hands, she flinched, then laughed at herself.
The laughing stopped when she realized I wasn't going to spread the lube over my cock but inside her.
"This, baby," I warned, "is a very tight hole, so tight, you were gripping my tongue with it. We need to spend some time getting you ready for bigger."
"Huger," she exclaimed then blushed a deep red, her body glowing pink with the same embarrassed excitement.
Damn, she was sexy and beautiful. And somehow she had kept all the wolves away for eight years or more. I truly did believe she'd had only one other lover. But it wasn't until that moment, looking down at her, that I was struck by the magnitude of how much she held herself back from the rest of the world.
That was going to change, and it would start right there in my bed. I would get her hooked on me, knew I had the equipment and skill to do so. Then I would be her tour guide on the life outside her self-built prison.
"Here," I said, slowly working two fingers inside her while I massaged her clit with my other hand. "You tell me if this gets uncomfortable."
Her eyes rolled back in her head as I pushed a little deeper. Given that her mouth was busy shaping a very fuckable "O," I assumed it was pleasure, not pain, that she felt.
"You're going to make me pop again," she warned.
"I sure hope so." Working a third finger in, I watched her squirm, her mouth opening wider until she shoved a knuckle between her teeth and bit down.
Her body w
orked with me, tried to suck and pull my fingers in deeper. I flexed them, watched her jerk. Her nipples got harder and she started to whine with a harsh need. I didn't think I would get a fourth finger in. My cock was bigger than that, but the shape made all the difference.
Still, I wanted to watch her come. Curling my fingers inside her, I started to gently rake the pads against the top wall of her pussy. She exhaled, releasing the knuckle she chewed on as her jaw started to tremble and her lips danced with her approaching release.
I raked the flesh on retreat, pushed upward against the muscles as I drove deeper, everything repeating in the same rhythmic loop until her entire body shook with need. Her hands seized her hips, squeezed and twisted at the plump flesh as she fought against riding my fingers.
She didn't stand a chance at winning control, not when I wanted her to come more than I wanted my own release. Slicking the pad of my thumb with the lube squeezing out of her tight pussy, I brought it up to her clit and rubbed a circle under the hood.
Her body levitated, just her head and her heels still on the bed, her dancer's strength keeping her held high as every muscle in her pussy squeezed at my fingers. I rubbed my thumb faster against her clit, the pressure digging and smashing and kicking at the last wall of her resistance.
I broke through.
She cried out.
Her hands cupped her mound, her fingers brushing against mine as I drove them in and out of her to wring one last scream of satisfaction before she collapsed onto the bed.
Surging up the mattress, I buried my face against her neck. She reached down for my cock, her legs spreading to accommodate me. I captured her wrists, brought them up to my face and kissed her hands.
"Baby, I want you so bad, I don't know how gentle I can be. We have to slow down."
"I want you to come," she groaned. "As hard as you made me come. No...I want you to come harder than that."
She was killing me, sinking a thousand hooks into me so I would never get away from the sweetly rolling body beneath me.
Shaking my head, I pulled back.
"Wylie..." she looked hurt, her mouth pulling down and starting to tremble with something that clearly wasn't pleasure. "Thomas, please."
"Don't worry, baby." I squirted more lube in my hand, rubbing it on my shaft and head this time, ensuring the tip had a thick coating. "But it's time for you to practice driving."
She nodded. "What do you want me to do?"
I knocked all the hard, hot commands from the tip of my tongue. I wanted her to sink all the way down onto my cock using every one of the muscles she had exercised mastery over on the pole at Tuttle's.
Blowing a slow breath out, I put the pieces of our bodies together in my mind.
"Pull your heels up to your bottom, but keep your legs spread."
Rhea complied immediately, her dancer's body completing the movement with an easy grace.
"Now," I said, nestling the tip of my cock against her entrance. "I want you to s-l-o-w-l-y work the head into you."
A wicked smile whipped across her face but I froze it with a hard stare.
"I'm not joking, baby. Promise or I'll pack it all back into my jeans and we can return to the library."
She protested with a growl, but when she began her advance on me, it was with a tentative push forward. Flesh met flesh. A shiver rolled over her but her face relaxed. Bringing her hands down to her thighs, she lifted a brow at me.
"Can I hold you while I do this?"
I nodded, my tongue too thick for words just from looking at her. I definitely had a dark haired Venus in my bed and she was about to let me in her for the first time.
She wiggled a little closer, her mouth and the entrance to her pussy dancing with the same emotion. Her heels left where they were wedged against her butt and then she planted the soles of her feet against my hips.
"Steady, Rhea," I cautioned as I saw how much thrusting room she had opened up with that one maneuver.
"Trust me. I know how to move my body."
Boy, did she! Her ass began a slow circling roll that had just the opening of her pussy slurping around the very tip of my cock, like it could suck or lick all on its own. My breath started to hit the air in hard pants, the veins on my cock thickening with the organ's need to be buried deep inside her.
Biting at her lip, she shifted forward a little, her muscles fighting against the stretching width of the head. She retreated then pushed forward again. Her thumbs rested side by side against the inside flat of my shaft. She rubbed up and down its lubricated length as her pussy mouthed and gulped at the crown.
Fuck—when I came, it was going to be a fire hose letting loose, she had me that worked up.
"Look at me, baby."
She tried, but I could tell her eyes wouldn't focus. She chewed at her bottom lip, raw need causing her to bloody it. Then her entire expression went wide as the head breached her and slipped inside.
Her pussy convulsed, clamped down. I grabbed her hips to keep her from thrusting against me.
"I can't control it, Wylie. I want it harder. You said harder means harder."
I nodded, knowing I couldn't quite give her what she wanted, not this time.
"Grab the back of your thighs and hold on. Don't let go," I ordered harshly.
She did as ordered, her nails denting the pale flesh to keep from losing her grip as our bodies grew sweatier.
With just the head inside her, I rolled my hips. A dainty mewl escaped her, but her eyes told me she would shred me with her sharp nails if I didn't start to deliver on my promise.
"This is my pussy right now," I told her, the words as hard as if I were delivering them to one of the men I had commanded. "And I'm not going to let it get hurt."
"It's hurting because you're not fucking it," she whispered in challenge.
She almost knocked me over with that one. It didn't matter that I had some fifteen minutes or less of exposure to Gaia onstage, this was Rhea beneath me. Rhea didn't swear, she was composed, her every act modeling decorum and gracious manners for the kids at the shelter. But right at that second, she was ordering me to fuck her, not just with a pleading whisper, but with those muddy blue eyes melting with need.
I eased back, subtly disciplining her.
Her face turned contrite.
"Wylie, it really is hurting."
Grabbing my shaft, I steered the head around just inside the opening to her grasping pussy. Without having to stretch her any further, I rubbed it hard against the spongy knot at the top. Then I tested the resilience of her muscles by moving the shaft in a faint circle, stopping each time I hit that knot at the top to give it a stroke.
"You're killing me," she accused, her pussy contracting so hard she was pushing out her own juices and the lube I had packed inside her despite the tight seal of our bodies.
I licked the pad of my thumb and placed it against her clit, arguing with her. "Baby, how could I be killing you when I didn't even have my finger on the trigger."
When I started to rub, all her protests ceased. I rubbed up, she rocked forward, I rubbed down, she rocked back. The whining, needy mewl re-started.
My throat contracted in sympathy with her cries.
"Are you going to behave baby?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"That means being patient."
"Y-yes," she agreed, more breathless than her last answer and sounding less certain.
Not knowing whether I had enough patience for the two of us, I brushed her hands from behind her thighs then spread her wide. Sitting on my heels, my legs together, I slowly drew her up, my fingers digging into her hips to keep control.
Deeper and deeper I pushed into her. She went motionless except for her face and the muscles clutching at my cock. I knew when I was stretching her close to the point of pain by the way she pushed back and the subtle flares of alarm across her pale cheeks.
Her mouth popped open and held as the last of my length came to rest inside her.
"What w
as that?"
"Your cervix, I think."
She nodded in a delirious state of not understanding just how high up inside her pussy I was, the tip of my cock butting against the opening to her uterus. An unnamable need almost conquered me at that moment.
I wanted the condom off, my cock in her, the mouth of her cervix yawning wide from how good I was making her feel, my cum jetting into her, through that narrow channel. All those years I had wearily shaken my head at my fellow soldiers and the men I knew from school as they waited with a happy, nervous anticipation to find out if their wives were pregnant. I had never understood it before, never understood why my parents had suffered so much just to produce one child.
Buried inside Rhea's sweet body, her face shining with desire and trust—I understood perfectly.
"I'm...I'm..."
She didn't have the oxygen to finish, was sucking every last molecule of air into her lungs that she could to sustain her for what was about to come next as our muscles tightened and our brains lost control over our actions.
My lower stomach bobbed against her mound and the clit it sheltered between the swollen labia. My balls slapped at her lush bottom. We grunted, groaned, smashed together and tried to grind one another to dust until a wave of release washed over us at the same moment in time and we collapsed together in a sweaty, panting mess.
Minutes elapsed with me still inside her. When I finally reached a semi-rigid state, I slowly pulled out. She winced but then quickly smiled.
"I'm okay."
I nodded but knew she wouldn't admit if she wasn't.
My body shook with something other than fatigue. I could name it, but only to myself. Rhea wouldn't want to know that she had changed my life with her heated surrender. She wouldn't even want me to tell her she had changed its trajectory.
What should I say then? Thank you? Great lay, babe, let's do it again sometime?
Rhea pulled away, knifing through the questions rampaging through my head with a practical suggestion as she searched out her clothes.
