A Kink In Her Tails

by Sahara Kelly

  Eve wasn’t sure if the “please” was to stop or go on. She decided to go on. Mouth continually sucking and releasing as much of his cock as possible, Eve let her hand rove around his balls to the flesh behind and stroke, flick and press the tender flesh she found there.

  Simon’s harsh breaths told her of her success.

  “I’m going to come, Eve, honey…I can’t stop—“ Simon gasped out the words as his hands scrabbled to pull away from Eve’s unrelenting mouth.

  Committed to bringing him to climax, Eve soldiered on, sticking to his cock like a limpet. She wanted to be part of that moment when he lost it, when he gave up his tranquility and surrendered to that base human need to procreate, to spurt his cum into another human being.

  She felt his balls tighten against his flesh and his whole cock began to throb as she caressed it with her tongue and lips. Intensifying her efforts, she took him in as deep as she could without gagging and sucked him strongly, letting the sides of her mouth tug on his super-sensitive flesh.

  “Eve…” he squawked, trying desperately to pull back.

  She wouldn’t let him.

  On a gasp and a shout, Simon came.

  His cock jumped in her mouth, muscles twitching, veins throbbing. She felt the spurt of his cum warm and salty, as he erupted down her throat. It was an amazing moment, and one she had always thought she’d dislike intensely. But as she swallowed his juices, she felt a sense of accomplishment and delight.

  She, Eve Bentley, had sucked a guy off. And done a pretty good job of it, too, if his blissful state of inertia was anything to go by.

  She regretfully allowed his cock to slip from her lips, giving it a last farewell salute with her tongue.

  She sighed and leaned her head against Simon’s thigh, while his hand gently stroked her head.

  “My God, Eve. What can I say?”

  She grinned. “How about something like ‘nice job, Eve’, or ‘that was the best I’ve ever had’?”

  “Eve, that wasn’t a nice job it was outstanding, and it was so much more than the best I’ve ever had. Words fail me. It was bliss.”

  “Oh. That’s nice too.” A warm feeling stole over Eve as she ran her hand idly up and down Simon’s shin. She felt a little tug on her hair.

  “Hey, sweetheart. Now we know that I give good door, and you give great chair, can we find out what we can do in bed?”

  Chapter 4

  They lay together on the bed, chest to breast, heart to heart, cock to pussy. Simon ran his hands up and down Eve’s body, learning her curves, discovering the silky feel to her skin and just absorbing her into his mind. Her scent, her sounds, her roundness, all intrigued him and became worthy of his intense study.

  “What are you doing?” she asked lazily, as he continued his silent caresses.

  “Playing,” he answered softly. “Do you mind?”

  Eve stretched like a cat. “Oh no. I like it. In fact you’ll have to forgive me if I purr…” She leaned in to his touch as he reached for her buttocks and stroked them.

  “I’m glad you like it. I’ve always been a tactile person. You can learn so much from touching someone.” Simon ran his hands down her thighs.

  “Really? Like what?”

  Simon had to smile at that essentially feminine question. He knew the translation was “what are you learning about me?”

  “Well, for example, I can tell that you like to walk.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Really. This muscle here,” he pressed against the back of her thigh. “It’s nice and firm. It obviously gets used, and that comes from walking a lot. So you move around, maybe walk for pleasure, you’re not a desk person by any means.”

  His hand moved slowly up, caressing the curve of her bottom and settling comfortably with a cheek cupped in his hand.

  “And here, we have a wonderfully womanly curve.”

  Eve snorted. “Nothing wonderful about it. It’s my butt and has more in common with the acreage covered by a third world country than a womanly curve.”

  Simon squeezed it firmly, making her wriggle. “I don’t know what it is that women fear about their backsides, Eve, but you have one of the nicest ones I’ve ever seen. If you think I want to grab on to a handful of skin and bones, you’re way off base.”

  Eve sighed as he clenched his fingers into her buttock and drew her even closer to his hardness.

  “I want to know I’m holding a woman. I want to have my hands full of your body, your flesh. I want to be able to grab onto a real pair of hips and have them ride me, or tug them right where I need them so I can sink into the heat of you all the way to my tonsils…” He slipped his tongue over her ear as he spoke, sensing her shivers.

  “And when we play together and you’re on your knees waiting for me to fuck you oh so sweetly from behind, I want to look down and see warm and willing buttocks parting for me, trembling for me.”

  Eve’s breath was coming faster now, and he could hear her ragged swallow as she listened to his words.

  “Really?” Her question came on a breath expelled in a whoosh as he pulled and squeezed her plump curve.

  “Really. Let me show you.”

  He rolled her onto her stomach and eased her arms onto the pillow above her. Straddling her legs, he let his rapidly hardening cock rest against her as he placed both hands onto her buttocks.

  She pressed up into his touch with a little sigh of pleasure and widened her thighs slightly, allowing his cock to fall between them. With a small chuckle she pressed them gently back together, bringing a moan of delight to Simon’s throat.

  “Oh my,” he breathed.

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered.

  Carefully, Simon bent to her body. His tongue, his teeth, his lips, all paid homage to the womanly swellings of her bottom.

  He nipped and nibbled, licked and sucked, and even left a few love bites that he immediately soothed with a swipe of his tongue. He played to his heart’s content, loving the feel of her flesh between his teeth. The primeval urge to mark what was his flooded him, just as sensation flooded his loins with her movements.

  He found himself shifting slightly, rubbing his cock between her thighs as he continued to squeeze and knead her backside. Daringly, he pulled the cheeks apart and used his fingers to spread her own juices over her little ring of tight muscles.

  He had to laugh at her little yip of surprise.

  “Simon?” she said, half raising her body from the bed, and incidentally brushing his cock at the same time.

  He gritted his teeth. “Don’t sweat it, Eve. I’m just playing here. And you’re learning about your body, aren’t you?”

  “Mmm,” she subsided as his caresses continued, light and teasing and gentle around what he knew was virgin territory. He was incredibly aroused at the thought that his was the first touch to awaken her to new possibilities.

  Her scent was strengthening, and he knew she was softening into arousal beneath him. Her cunt was wet and he could almost feel the heat radiating from her as she prepared herself for his possession.

  “Simon,” she moaned, “Please…” She squirmed beneath him, rubbing her breasts against the bed and incidentally rubbing his cock between her thighs.

  He suppressed a groan and gave her cleft a last firm swipe with his moistened fingers.

  She gasped.

  He rose up onto his knees and helped her roll onto her back.

  Rosy and flushed in the light of the single lamp she’d turned on, Eve lay sprawled beneath him, body open, gleaming, and waiting.

  Waiting for him.

  He reached for the box next to the bed.

  * * * * *

  Dear God, if he didn’t get that wonderful cock inside her within seconds she was going to spontaneously combust.

  She swore she could feel her clit poking into the air from beneath its hood of delicate tissue. She swore her breasts were at least three sizes larger than they had been this morning, and her nipples felt like the Rock of Gibraltar.


  Yet Simon was just looking at her as he sheathed himself.

  And that was probably the most arousing thing of all.

  “Simon,” she whispered. “Don’t keep me waiting much longer, please…”

  She hadn’t meant to beg, she just couldn’t help it. The heat in his eyes as he surveyed her body spread out wantonly in front of him was stoking the furnace that threatened to blow her cunt sky high.

  She could almost feel his gaze on her flesh, his breath on her skin, and the drops of moisture from his beautiful cock.

  She had never imagined it was possible to want a man as much as she did at this moment.

  Her world had gone, disappeared, vanished into a miasma of desire and need and want. Her whole focus was on Simon, his cock, and how soon he was going to thrust it where it belonged—inside her.

  She got her answer.

  Simon moved. Slowly, but relentlessly, he spread her thighs wide and slipped between them.

  Teasingly he grasped his cock and stroked it against her pussy, smearing her juices over them both.

  She sobbed. “Do that again and I’m finished.” The words burst from her as she fought to quell the spiral that was ripping her thoughts into shreds and destroying her pretense of control. She was left facing a raw truth.

  She wanted him to fuck her. Now.

  As if reading her emotions from her gaze, Simon stared deeply into her eyes. He raised himself into position.

  “Now, Eve-girl. My Eve. Essence of woman. Now.”

  He thrust into her, hard. All the way. He buried his cock so deep she didn’t know where it ended inside her.

  Her body screamed with joy and her heart stopped beating for long moments as she adjusted to the exquisite sensation.

  He slid out and back in, establishing a rhythm that pounded against her and drove her to the brink again and again.

  “Oh yes, God, Simon, yes…”

  She grabbed his shoulders and hung on for the ride of her life.

  His hips thrust against her, his balls slapped her buttocks. The bed shook with their frantic coupling, and Eve struggled for breath.

  Simon lifted one of her legs and pulled it high around him, allowing him even deeper access to her cunt.

  She gasped as his thrusts were now directly colliding with her clit and driving her ever higher onto another plane of sensation.

  Her breath sobbed from her lungs in time with his pounding possession, and she drove her fingers deep into his flesh as she struggled to prolong the pleasure of her rising orgasm.

  But Simon was determined. His thrusts never lessened in ferocity, and his rhythm was unceasing. She was being battered by his body and loving every minute of it.

  Her leg tightened against him and she slid the other up to lock her ankles around his waist.

  He slipped a hand between their bodies, angling her slightly and allowing him access to her clit.

  And as he touched it, her world exploded.

  He pressed hard and her muscles responded, tightening, shivering, trembling with an awe-inspiring tension.

  He flicked it and thrust at the same time and it was as if boiling water was being poured over her buttocks and breasts.

  He pulled it and released it…

  And she fell.

  Fell into a void of sensation where there was only light and sparkles, shudders and spasms.

  Where her body turned into a cauldron of molten lava, existing solely for the purpose of swamping the hard cock buried deep inside her.

  Where her mind blanked out, her vision blurred, and she could hear nothing but the pounding of her heart as it struggled to cope with the orgasm that was wreaking havoc on her physical and mental existence.

  Where the sensation of clamping down around Simon’s cock was all that mattered for the long minutes she spent coming over and over again.

  Where the sound of his shout was a vague echo of her own noises, and the feel of him pulsing as he spurting his cum caused yet another round of spasms as her cunt reacted according to its programming. It didn’t know anything about condoms or protection. It just wanted to pull that seed up to the fertile meadow of her womb.

  For a microsecond, Eve yearned for that too.

  As her tremors abated, she wondered briefly what it would be like to have Simon fill her with his hot cum. To have it bathe the gateway to her ovaries and to spend the next hours hoping that life had begun.

  The thought vanished as Simon rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.

  “Holy fucking shit, Eve. My God.”

  Breathless, Eve panted as he carefully eased to her side.

  “It was quite a religious experience, wasn’t it?” She tried to grin, but her face muscles were as exhausted as the rest of her.

  “Church bells rang from here to Samoa.” Simon took care of the condom and snuggled them both down beneath the covers.

  She was impressed he had the strength. She was just a puddle of sated lust and she loved it.

  He wriggled her into his arms, pressing her head down onto his shoulder and letting her find the right spot to relax into.

  She looped one thigh over his legs and slid her hand over his chest, hugging him limply as she settled against him.

  Eve sighed.

  “Happy?” Simon dropped a soft kiss on top of her head.

  “Mooo.”

  “Pardon?”

  “That was Eve, contented cow.”

  “Got it.” His chest rumbled with his laughter and brought a smile to Eve’s lips.

  “Simon?”

  “Mm-hmm?”

  “Is it always like that for you?” God, why had she asked that? Eve mentally smacked herself around the ears. She sounded like a romance novel virgin. Blechhh. “Sorry. That was a really stupid question.”

  She rubbed her blushing cheeks against his chest.

  “It wasn’t a stupid question, Eve. It was a very appropriate one, given my answer. And that answer is—no. It’s not always like that.”

  He turned slightly and ran a finger over her cheek. “This is going to sound like a stupid line too, but it’s never been like that. Not for me.”

  Eve stilled, watching the shadows on his face, wishing she could see his eyes more clearly. Something told her he was being honest with her. Something else told her this might classify as one hell of a “scary moment.”

  Honesty like this between two people who scarcely knew each other? There was a concept.

  “Oh boy.” She breathed slowly, absorbing the shift that had just occurred between them.

  “Um, Eve?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What do we do now?”

  She knew exactly what he was asking. Their lovemaking had blown them both away. They were in new territory, someplace where neither of them could have imagined being before this night.

  “Well, Simon, actually…I don’t know. We could sleep, or maybe fuck some more…” She trailed her hand down his body and circled his resting cock. It pricked up its head to listen as she talked. “We could perhaps run a double blind study of our responses. Screw each other senseless for the rest of the night and see if that one time was a fluke or something.”

  Simon laughed and hugged her.

  “I like your train of thought. Logical, scientific and horny. Quite a combination.”

  Eve chuckled. “Well, this is a new situation for me. Cuddling with a man who has just turned my world upside down…” Her voice trailed off as she realized the truth of what she’d just said.

  And the foolishness of saying it out loud.

  She waited for him to start with the “It’s getting late and I should leave now” things that usually accompanied a statement like the one she had just stupidly made.

  “I’m glad.”

  His answer ricocheted off her heart and zinged its way around her brain like the rolling sound of thunder.

  “You are?”

  “Yep. Because I’d hate to be the only one in this bed who is having difficulty coming to
terms with the fact that my toes are smiling.”

  “Wow. That good, huh?”

  “Yep again. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, Eve. Nothing.”

  “Oh my.” She thought about that. “Me too, Simon. Actually I never really knew that sex could rattle my back teeth like that.”

  “Not sex, Eve. Not sex. I think that may have been the difference. We didn’t have sex.”

  “We didn’t? Sure felt like it to me.” Eve bit her lip, realizing how trite she sounded.

  “We made love, Eve. Oh sure, we fucked, and we had fantastic sex, but we actually made love. It’s different. You know it and I know it.”

  Eve gave a little sigh and cuddled closer to his wonderful warmth.

  “I know, Simon, I know. And it’s damn scary.”

  “So back to my question, what do we do now?”

  She closed her eyes and let the steady beat of his pulse soothe her chaotic thoughts. “Well, perhaps we ought to revisit this conversation in about six months or so. In the meantime, let’s just have fun, okay?”

  “You, Eve-girl, are a coward.”

  “Yep.” She snuffled against him. “So sue me.”

  Chapter 5

  Simon had taken her at her word.

  Six months.

  They’d spent six of the happiest months Eve could have imagined. They’d dated, and played, and spent enormous amounts of time in bed together.

  Their lives were busy, professionally, and they’d agreed to work around their schedules. Neither Simon nor Eve wanted their relationship to jeopardize their careers. Ideally they hoped their days and nights could blend into one long orgy of delight.

  Without their realizing it, they’d slipped into each other’s lives and nested there. Neither could have explained the need to “touch base” with the other at regular intervals, or the sudden urge to check the other’s cell phone now and again. It had grown slowly but surely, leading them ever deeper into their entanglement.

  Six months had passed and they had reached a point where it was now becoming clear. They were a couple whether they admitted it or not. They had begun finishing each other’s sentences. He knew her dress size, she bought him the socks he liked so much. When they were on sale, of course.