by Jack Fisher
“I’m going to eat your pussy now,” Peter said.
Mary didn’t even nod this time and he didn’t wait for her response, either. He immediately resumed the kissing, starting at her neck and trailing his way down her body.
She didn’t dare move an inch. The feeling of his lips on other parts of her flesh sent more shivers down her spine. Mary gasped with anticipation, feeling him pass over her breasts, down her torso and over her navel. If this were a typical sexual encounter, Mary would’ve started barking orders by now, telling him where and how to pleasure her. She stayed silent this time, trusting that Peter knew what he was doing.
It didn’t make the wait any less agonizing. At one point, he stopped just a few inches from her folds. Mary instinctively parted her legs to allow him to position his head between her thighs.
“Peter…please!” Mary said desperately.
Hearing her plea seemingly emboldened him even more. He could have made her beg even harder, could have tormented her with the promise of more pleasure. In the end, Peter didn’t undermine the trust she’d placed in him.
He grabbed hold of her thighs to push her legs even farther apart. Then he buried his face in her pussy.
Her body tensed as he made contact with her outer folds. “Ooh, Peter!” gasped Mary.
“Mmm…so good,” Peter said after he’d tasted her.
His experience in orally pleasuring women showed. Peter knew the intricacies of female anatomy. However, Mary doubted any of those women had felt anything like this.
His teasing of her clit sent Mary’s body into a frenzy. Hot sensations shot through her body, spreading sensual shocks like waves crashing against the shoreline. She savored every one of them as though they were a long-overdue treat. She even supplemented them in her own way, fondling her breasts and elevating her hips so Peter could maximize his efforts.
Those efforts paid off. The feelings intensified, the waves on that proverbial shore growing larger by the second. It ignited a potent mix of pleasure and passion in Mary.
“You’re getting so wet. You want it, don’t you?” Peter said, briefly looking up from her dripping cunt.
“Mmm…” was all Mary could get out.
Peter laughed at her response and went back to probing deeper with his tongue and stirring that growing fire within her. He alternated nipping her clit and her pussy with an energy that would not be tamed.
Once he’d brought her to the brink of another orgasm several times and had left her just at the edge, Peter lifted his head. The bottom of his face was shiny with her juices when he gave her a self-satisfied grin and lowered her ass to the bed. Then he crawled back over her and gazed at her with intense desire. She could feel a fresh and very hard erection pressing against her.
“So hard already?” Mary asked, still dazed with the need to come.
“Don’t look so shocked. Nobody ever became a sex addict by being easily satisfied,” Peter said.
It was still pretty impressive. Most men couldn’t get hard so quickly after coming. Then again, Peter wasn’t most men.
“Or maybe we should both be shocked. Doing things like this—doing them so differently… It makes me feel so many things. It’s bound to have certain effects,” Peter said, now caressing her face.
“That’s for sure,” Mary replied, hungry for even greater ecstasy.
Still breathing heavily, Peter aligned his rock-hard penis with the entrance to her vagina, heightening the anticipation. He appeared poised to seize what he wanted, and Mary was oh-so-willing.
“I’m going to enter you now,” he told her.
“I’m ready, Peter,” Mary said.
His gaze remained locked with hers, conveying the breadth of his desires. Mary grabbed on to his shoulders and let Peter do the honors.
With a single thrust, his hard cock penetrated her cunt. She immediately let out a sharp gasp as her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his dick. His entry was remarkably smooth, a testament to just how wet and ready she was. As he buried himself deeper into her core, a rush of sensations shot through Mary’s body.
“Peter…that feels so good,” Mary gasped.
“Oh, Mary…so hot and tight.” Peter moaned.
They had officially reached the end of the path. Peter had done just as he’d said he would do. He’d told Mary he was going to take her into his bed and have sex with her his way—a way that had aligned his needs with hers. However, the act was anything but complete.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Peter said.
“Oh, yes…please!” Mary urged.
For a brief moment, Mary just savored the feeling of Peter’s hard cock filling her. She might be a recovering sex addict, but she hadn’t forgotten how good it felt. Peter clearly hadn’t forgotten, either. He began moving his hips in a steady pistoning motion.
It was so familiar to her, having sex with a handsome stud of a man, but this time with Peter gave Mary a feeling that was so much more than basic pleasure. She’d shared herself, not just her body. She’d opened up old wounds, let him into her world—literally and figuratively—at a time when she’d felt so vulnerable. The feeling, sharing a connection that was both passionate and physical, evoked more than just pleasure.
As the intensity grew, the moment really sank in for Mary. She was having sex with Peter Rogers. After a year of battling her addiction, she had officially relapsed. However, this didn’t seem like simply that. She knew all too well what meaningless sex felt like. This was anything but meaningless.
“We… We’re doing it, Peter. We’re really doing it!” cried Mary.
She doubted he’d heard her. He was directing all his passionate energy toward her, manifesting in every sensual motion. It made Mary the center of his universe, the one person with whom he dared to be so intimate…so close. The desire for greater pleasure mixed with the need to embrace this man completely—body, heart and soul. It intensified the powerful experience, guiding her into a world of bliss into which even a hardened sex addict had never ventured.
“Peter…I feel you…so deep,” she said through her moans. She’d never experienced this before…ever. What she felt went beyond the physical element. This wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just pleasure. Overwhelming emotions and unexpected feelings took on a new dimension.
Mary shifted her hands from his shoulders to his face. As she caressed him tenderly, he smiled back. Then, while he was still fucking her, he captured her lips in another kiss.
These were not simple acts of lust and desire. While those feelings were present, Mary was experiencing something more. Could it just be love? Could it be that basic? The connection she felt with Peter went well beyond the feelings that had fueled her addiction.
“Oh, Mary…you’re so beautiful,” Peter said.
It was the simplest compliment a man could give a woman, but it worked for her.
The kissing, the pumping and the moaning became more chaotic. Mary barely noticed the thunder and lightning flashing outside, which occasionally filled the room with blinding light, illuminating the moment.
As it played out, Mary drifted closer and closer to that special peak…the very height of pleasure that she’d known so well but never quite this way. Peter carried her into a special place, one reserved for a feeling this exquisite. As it approached, her heart and her passions became one and the same.
“Peter, I…I’m getting close again. I…I’m getting real close!” Mary said.
“Good,” Peter said. “I want you to come. In fact, I’m going to make you come again!” He said those words with such certainty that it wasn’t a promise as much as it was a declaration.
Peter had once again exercised his control over their act. He briefly withdrew from her, transferred his grip to her waist then turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees with her ass pointed right at him. She grabbed on to the headboard of the bed for support, holding on as Peter positioned himself behind her and aligned himself with her pussy. Without hesitation, he
thrust back into her and resumed the same rhythm as before. This time, he pounded her with greater urgency.
“Ooh, so…so hard! So…so strong!” cried Mary.
Hearing her moans must have strengthened his resolve. Peter’s grunts seemed more determined. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass filled the room, drowning out the sound of the rain and thunder echoing from the raging storm outside.
He reached between her legs with one hand and massaged her swollen clitoris. With every thrust, Peter stimulated Mary in just the right way to send her on an accelerated path to ecstasy.
“Ohhh, I…I’m coming, Peter!” Mary exclaimed. “I’m coming again! I—”
Her desperate cries devolved into a single, powerful moan of euphoria. She clutched the headboard, arched and threw her head back as more powerful heat erupted within her core. It spread in every direction as her inner muscles convulsed around Peter’s cock. He steadied his hips and tightened his hold on her as orgasmic bliss surged through her body.
“That’s it, Mary. Come for me,” urged Peter.
Mary barely heard his words, but she felt his sentiment. Just as before, the sensations conveyed something beyond physical pleasure.
Waves of ecstasy coursed through Mary as Peter wrapped his arms around her, holding her close during her venture into ecstasy. He lifted her into an upright position, allowing her to let go of the headboard. Then he kissed around her neck, evoking more contented purrs as her climax subsided.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked as he nibbled around her ear.
“Yes…I did,” replied Mary in a post-orgasmic haze.
“You’re so easy to please. I’m…not used to that. The women I’ve slept were never this…eager,” Peter said. “I guess that makes you special.”
“Or…it makes us special.”
“Good point. Makes me wonder…just how special.”
His words had some powerful connotations. He must have felt what she had, the deeper emotions emerging from their intimate act. The depths of those feelings had finally reached the void that had once plagued her. It must have been just as profound for him.
“I’ve done what I set out to do. Now, you’re going to return the favor,” Peter said, once again speaking in a definitive tone.
“It’s only fair,” Mary said. “How do you want me?”
“First, I’m going to lie down on my back. I want you to get on top of me, ride my dick and ride it hard. And I want you to keep doing it until I come. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand perfectly.” Mary grinned.
She was still short of breath and her sex was still sensitive from her climaxes. That wouldn’t prevent her from giving him the pleasure he wanted. He’d made good on all the trust she had placed in him. She intended to return the favor.
Having articulated his desires clearly, Peter released Mary from his grip and withdrew his still-hard cock. He then reversed their positions so that he was lying on his back while Mary hovered over him. This put her in the optimum position to regain some leverage.
She’d always jumped at the opportunity to seize such advantage over a man in the pursuit of more pleasure. This time, however, that crossed her mind only for the briefest moment. Instead, her ecstasy became secondary.
Despite some lingering weakness in her legs, she prepared herself for more fucking. When she was aligned perfectly, she reached behind her and grasped his member so she could guide it into her pussy.
“Mmm…you’re inside me again, Peter,” Mary said as his member filled her depths.
“Still so hot,” Peter said with a content moan. “Go on. Start riding me.”
Heeding his desires, Mary began moving her hips. She put her hands firmly on Peter’s waist. She leaned forward slightly, dug her feet into the bed and began riding his dick as he’d commanded.
As soon as Mary established a rhythm, she stepped up the pace. She moved her hips fervently, her wet folds gliding up and down the rigid length of his cock. His expression shifted as he slipped into a blissful daze, not unlike the one she’d seen earlier when she’d given him oral sex. Seeing him enjoy it made Mary smile.
It didn’t bother her that she was pushing herself to the point of strain. She didn’t even try for another orgasm herself. Giving Peter the pleasure he wanted meant pushing her desires into uncharted territory. Mary entered that domain without a shred of doubt.
“Yeah, that’s it! That’s what I want—what I need,” Peter said through blissful moans.
His reaction prompted Mary to ride him harder, pushing her physical and sexual stamina to new heights. She let her body do most of the work while her mind shut out her limitations.
As she rode his member with great vigor, Peter reached for her hips and grasped them firmly, guiding her movements and adding more intensity to the rhythm. He supplemented her efforts as well, bucking his hips upward to drive his cock deeper into her depths.
She conveyed every bit of sexual energy into Peter that she could muster, breasts bouncing and hips gyrating with every motion. At one point, Peter transferred his hands from her hips to her breasts and kneaded them firmly, pinching her nipples and sending shots of pleasure through her. Even though he had prioritized his pleasure over hers, he was still willingly sharing it.
That made Mary push herself even harder. Her pelvis smacked against his, echoing over the jumbled noise of his moans and the ongoing storm outside. Such intensity turned his blissful moans into determined grunts.
“Mary…so good. It feels so good,” Peter said in a haze of pleasure. “I’m almost there.”
She kept riding him, working her hips and rocking the bed. His cock was so hard, clearly aching for a release. She also saw the expression on Peter’s face shift and contort with the sensations. He never once closed his eyes, remaining completely focused on her. In those eyes, Mary saw something striking.
He needed this. Something about being the woman he seized it with filled Mary with a satisfaction that went beyond physical pleasure.
Mary had already experienced these sensations when she’d come. Peter deserved to feel them, too. She couldn’t begin to make sense of them. She didn’t bother trying. Her only focus at this point was giving him the climax he needed and all the emotions that would come with it.
Driven by this purpose, Mary released her grip on Peter’s waist and placed her hands atop his, still on her breasts. As she continued to ride him, she leaned back a little and really let her hips grind against his. That gave Peter the final push he needed.
“Ohhh, I’m coming, Mary!” exclaimed Peter. “Slow down. Hold it…right there. I’m going to—”
That was all he could get out. He had already crossed the threshold where the light trickles of pleasure became a raging torrent. Mary didn’t need him to give any orders at that point. She could sense what he needed and she let his ecstasy guide her.
His restraint obviously shattered when Peter arched, transferring his hands back to her hips. He closed his eyes and let out a deep, prolonged moan. Mary accommodated him every step of the way, ceasing her fervent motions and steadying her hips.
His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her as streams of hot cum shot into her depths. While she didn’t experience an orgasm, watching Peter achieve that feeling gave her a whole new perspective. In that moment, his pleasure and her pleasure became one and the same.
“I feel it, too, Peter,” Mary said breathlessly. “But it’s more…”
She wasn’t sure if he’d heard her or understood what she’d meant. It didn’t matter at this point. Mary just smiled and watched Peter.
She caressed his face and held him so he could revel in the sensations.
“Mary…” Peter said, still in a blissful daze.
“Shh… I want you to enjoy this,” Mary said.
He smiled back and even laughed. It proved to Mary that he was experiencing what she’d felt. It hadn’t been just an overdue orgasm. There had been an intimacy to this, one that’d been miss
ing from both of their lives. He’d felt it. This powerful outburst of desire wouldn’t have been so profound if he hadn’t.
He loosened his grip on her. She instinctively rose off him, remaining within his arms as their tired bodies gave out. Together, they fell back on the bed where Mary eagerly curled up next to him. His flesh radiated an amazing warmth in his post-orgasmic glow, one in which she eagerly immersed herself.
“Wow. That was…” Peter said, his words quickly trailing off.
“I know,” Mary said.
“I mean it. I’m not just saying it. That really was…”
“I know, Peter. I know.”
He laughed again. Mary found herself laughing with him. Being in this bed together like this, their bodies entwined after such a profound feeling, defied everything she’d thought she’d known about sex and intimacy. As they lingered in their powerful embrace, a series of bright lightning strikes illuminated the whole room. In that flash, the breadth of the experience sank in.
“Can you at least try to put it into words? Because…I’m a loss here,” he said.
“I’d love to, but I’m going to need a moment. I’m still a bit…winded,” Mary said.
“Should I apologize?”
“You’d better not,” she said. “What we just did…how we did it…why we did it… It worked.”
“It worked?” Peter said, still somewhat confused.
“Yes. It did. I feel it. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.”
Mary said the words without much thought. At some point, she would have to scrutinize them, but not now. It wouldn’t change anything. She was entirely convinced. What she and Peter had done had worked —in more ways than they ever could’ve imagined.
“I definitely felt something—something I’ve never experienced before,” Peter said in a more serious tone.
“The feeling is mutual. You know how to set yourself apart, Peter,” Mary said.
“I still want to understand it. I want to know that what we just did wasn’t a fluke.”
