Dana hiked her leg up to his hip, arched her back and Rory took her cue. She climbed up, locked her legs around him and he walked down the hall to find the bedroom. He could walk, carry her, kiss her, squeeze her nipple and open the door at the same time. Dana was in serious lust with this guy.
Rory lowered them to the bed, just long enough to free himself from his pants before he entered her. "I couldn't wait," he said gruffly. "I have to have you now. I'll fuck you naked the next time."
"K." Dana replied as she slipped in and out of an erotic altered state thinking about how great his cock felt, how something about his touch was incredibly electric she had never experienced anything like it before. She had to release mewling cries for the sensation of the way his body fit hers and stuck the right places and how so unexpectedly – because without more work and equipment this did not happen – she was sure was going to come. And he knew it.
"Come for me beautiful."
Dana looked at him, half lidded, into his eyes and just trusted. It was coming as he moved like such a man inside her. He was an exquisite mixture of a bullish, warrior, masterful man who was already so sensitive to her thoughts, needs and as she looked into him, let him guide her to her first orgasm this way ever, saw his faith in her that she could do it, she exploded into a rocketing climax made so intensely sweet by the stroking of his hard thick cock.
She was over the moon elated that finally and for the first time ever she got off just because it was that good. Rory was still rammed into her, torturing her in her intense afterglow sensitivity, sustaining her most memorable climax ever. "You feel so good," he struggled to say. Dana was wild against him, torturing him back with the wanton flexing of her hips, working it this way and back. She had certainly gotten hers and it gave her bravery to give it back to him, unabashedly.
"Yeah Big Dog? Is it hot?"
"Yes," he said like her was begging.
"It is wet?"
"So very."
"Did if feel so tight when I came on you?"
"Oh God yes," he prayed.
"Come and get it Big Dog," she teased as she rocked her hips like the best thing in bed ever. Rory quickened his pace and Dana kept right up with him, working her thighs for added effect, building, building, until his body thundered all around her, his roar filled the room as he exploded. She did for him what he had done for her and it was so awesome. When he came back around from his moment of bliss they connected in sweet, succulent kisses, their bodies still joined and familiar. Rory broke apart from their kiss and just looked at her like he almost didn't know what to make of her.
Dana started to move out from under him. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I just thought I'd…"
"Not go anywhere because I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."
Dana could feel him get hard again. "Well I am not on a schedule or anything."
"You were really good back there. You always work without a net?" he smiled. She knew exactly what he was talking about.
She laughed. "Well honestly I usually am a prop artist."
"Toys?"
Dana blushed. She wanted to say props never got to be part of the show with her ex; she only worked solo with them. She had wanted to work them in to their sex life but he would not do it. It was a huge issue she didn't do for him what she had just done with Rory and part of the undoing of their relationship. "In the top drawer."
Rory reached over to her night stand while never losing contact with her. He pulled out toys still in their packages. "I'm guessing these are more effective if you actually open them." He held out a vibrator that was still wrapped as though it just came from the store.
Dana laughed again. "It's a long story." It probably wasn't the time to tell him that she had bought them to use with another man, right before he left her. "Need some scissors?"
Rory gripped the cardboard with his teeth and tore. "No."
"Hoorah."
"Got any batteries?"
"I thought you could just plug your cock into it – it's so electric."
Now Rory laughed, as he reached into the drawer again and found the batteries. The way he looked putting them into the vibrator made Dana think of what he might look like loading a gun. "I told you what happens to funny girls, didn't I?" he playfully warned.
"Am I done for?" Dana feigned distress. "Am I a goner?"
"I think beautiful," he stalked over her predaciously; his words were slow and silky, "that you are a comer. And I aim to find out. Spread your legs for me." Dana did as she was told and closed her eyes. He chuckled, whispered in her ear. "Are you bracing yourself?" She nodded with eyes still clenched.
She felt his tongue enter her ear. It was such a lascivious, delicious move and it catapulted her into the erotic dimension that he had placed her in before. The buzz of the vibrator just put her that much higher as she could only imagine the pleasure that was about to come.
"Rory?"
"Yes beautiful."
"It kinda sounds like a radio-operated plane."
She felt him touch her with the vibrator so effectively. The target could not have been hit more exactly than if she had done it herself. He was so good and it was working. She felt her hips rock against the toy to make the ultimate climb. She was already electrified from the first orgasm, the mixture of the pressure, vibration and him, it would just seconds before she exploded. "Oh gosh, Big Dog."
"Yes beautiful?"
"I'm going to. Right now."
"Yes?"
"Yes," she moaned.
Dana worked it just to make it come to her that much faster, it was now a primal need. Rory slipped his finger inside her to agitate her ecstasy until she could hold off no more. Dana swore she saw stars as she came apart on his touch. She rode the waves of a powerful, hard orgasm which he sustained with lazy strokes, allowing it to ebb from her body. She was about to take a deep cleansing breath and praise him when she felt his hot, sweet mouth on her clit, licking the moisture he caused her to make.
The heat from his tongue soothed and played the ultra-sensitivity caused by her climax. She was going to protest "not a third?" but he quickly took her past the point of no return. It was going to happen and just that fast. He worked his fingers and his hot, hard tongue on her until she was spasming on both in record time.
It was earth shattering. She was thoroughly awash with erotic bliss, her body crushing against itself in eternity's ultimate pleasure. She breathed hard as it rocked every cell in her being, traveling through her like a hedonistic specter. Slowly it rescinded from her, leaving her sated in a way she had never known she could be. She opened her eyes and he was over her, looking down at her like he was completely fascinated. She pushed his mighty shoulders back and mutely situated him to return the great favor.
Dana thought Rory had a stunning body. Her ex had a nice physique and it was a shame that once the sexual rift started between them, she never really got to enjoy his body or hers for that matter. This experience was completely liberating and Dana felt every bit complete and sure of herself as she could ever be. She was not practiced at the art of fellatio but she had so wanted to do it well that she'd read up on it and even watched a few videos online. Relishing the chance to show she did have some self-confidence, Dana began making love to Rory with everything she had. And loved every second of it.
She dragged her lips against skin that sheathed the muscled armor of his chest, traced the concave of definition of his six-pack abs with her tongue, while her hand found its place on his raging hard-on levering against his abdomen. He felt to so smooth, so soft and yet so incredibly rigid, she could not wait to put her mouth on him. And finally she did.
She gently swirled the tip of her tongue at the opening, making circles around the head, taking all of the member into her mouth that she worked with a fair amount of saliva, and drew tightly on him.
Once she'd had this great idea that she should heat her mouth with coffee before doing this and so for a while she was taking her
ex out to coffee and propositioning him out in the parking lot. He refused every time, cruelly. For the longest time she was so ashamed, and spiritually broken. In one encounter Rory had changed all that. Dana wished she had a cup of coffee to test her idea, now.
Instead she just willed the walls of her mouth to be as hot as they could be as she kept them moist and tight around him. She dived down and rang her tongue on his great balls, looking him in the eye as she did until his eyes rolled back into his head. She worked him with hand and mouth until he was a mindlessly mass of humanity, rocking the ancient rhythm to the eternal pinnacle and Dana was taking him there. She felt the tell-tale shutter, followed by the announcement, "Oh beautiful I'm going to come."
Dana replied, mouth still full, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to come."
"In my mouth?" she teased. "Or all over my pretty little face?"
That did it. Rory spewed endlessly and Dana took it, swallowing it down until he ebbed. She did a once-around the head of his cock before letting him go from her mouth. She sat up triumphantly and smiled. Rory laughed heartily. "Oh beautiful, that was beautiful."
"It was all very fabulous," Dana said.
Rory looked her and the two just regarded each other searchingly. "Yes it was."
"Are you hungry Marine?"
"Got any fruit? Some water?"
"Yes I do. I got these awesome oranges at the farmers' market and they are chilled. Do you like oranges?"
Rory rolled her over and tucked the bedding that had gotten considerably disheveled, around her. "The lady will wait in bed for me."
Dana smiled. "Okay. The lady is good with that."
Rory disappeared down the hall. She could hear him use the guest bath so Dana quickly dashed to her bathroom and freshened up and quickly dashed back under the covers so she would be ready for him. He reappeared, naked and, Dana thought, stunningly so. It took her breath to see him standing literally in all his glory. He was indeed a gorgeous man. He had a tray of orange wedges, ice water floated with orange sliced paper thin, and mozzarella sticks. Dana did not want to admit she was ravenous but she was. She let him peel back the wedges and feed them to her. She ate her ration of mozzarella and felt the unbeatable pull of exhaustion take her.
"Big Dog."
"Yes."
"I gotta take a cat nap."
"You go right ahead, beautiful."
And that was the last Dana remembered. She hit the pillow and lights were out.
*
When Dana awoke, it was cold. The unseasonable heat wave had moved on and she had to get up and turn the heat on because the comforter wasn't cutting it for her, especially when she was buck naked. It was a strange experience getting out of bed without a stitch and have the memory of the reason why come to you slowly. Because for a moment after waking, Dana had forgotten all about her warrior tryst until its phantom rushed her like the cold as she was cranking up the thermostat. Dana wrapped her arms around herself to relive the feeling of Rory's giant encompassing hug about her entire self.
He was gone, of course. And she undertook the good attitude approach of "it was what it was; we're all adults; you knew what this was" acceptance. She looked down and saw her blasted shoe which she would forever hate because it would remind her of one of the best, empowering, sweetest and most fleeting moments of her life.
Dana picked up the shoe and searched the room for its mate. She checked under the bed but it wasn't there. She remembered it was probably in the living room because that's where it all started…well that's where it started picking up. It wasn't fair, Dana thought. It just wasn't fair. Their meeting had been like a pornographic fairytale, but part of her had hoped for more. A future.
Shoe in hand, Dana stomped to the living room to pick up its match, to ceremoniously toss its match to let the healing begin. And for such a little, uncluttered apartment, this other shoe was elusive. She couldn't find it anywhere. Dana sat naked in the middle of the couch and thought. She heard a beep. It was her phone, signaling from inside the purse that had started this wild day. The phone beeped again, signaling her she had a message.
She yanked it out and stared, baffled, at the screen.
The message was from Rory. Her heart went to town, beating like crazy. The only way her phone could actually say "Rory" was if his name was in her contacts. She skipped the message and checked her contacts. There it was. Rory Wilson under "B" for Big Dog. Dana gave the phone a quick kiss. She read the message.
"Beautiful Dana I hope you slept well and that your dreams were sweet. You can stop looking for your shoe. Please see attached." Dana scrolled down and to see a pic of her shoe on what appeared to be Rory's coffee table. "Call me please to arrange visitation." Next text, "Big Dog wants to take you to dinner in the next few days so we can get to know each other orally, er, verbally."
Dana was now fully awake. The next few days. That gave her plenty of time to find the perfect dress. To wear with their shoes. Which she no longer hated. But was pretty sure she adored.
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