by Criss Copp
Blake.
I wanted my hands free, but that wasn’t happening while I was holding her wrists against the wall. Besides, despite the fact that I believed she was as turned on as me, I wanted her to be free to push me away if she wanted to. I didn’t want to force her into anything... although if she did fend me off, I knew I’d be forced to go and trash downtown Hackettstown.
I let go of her hands, and whipped my hands up to hold her face; where I had been forcefully kissing her and now was attempting to gain entry to her mouth.
The moment I let go of her hands, she allowed my tongue access through her now parting lips. She grabbed the hair at the back of my head and almost wrenched the hair right out of my scalp with her grip as she forced me unyieldingly to her face.
She began making sounds in her throat. Soft little grunts of desperation. I knew I was making them too, yet mine were more like growling.
She reefed my head back, so my mouth popped off of hers.
“Fuck me Blake.” She breathed, before ramming my face back to hers. Shit... okay... no problem.
I growled...
I pulled back from her body enough to peel her dress up around her waist. My mouth was still on hers, our tongues were clashing... we were tasting and devouring each other all at once.
I lifted her left leg with my right hand, as I had that day when I masturbated her at her sister’s condo back in July, locking it around my back with my elbow. With my left hand I reached up and pulled the thin strap of her summer dress off her shoulder, along with her bra; before tugging the right side of her dress along with the cup of her bra down, to expose her right breast. She placed her hand on my waist, as the straps tentatively held her arm down.
She was whimpering by the time I slid my hand up her thigh, toward her entrance, before directly entering her pussy with my middle finger. She released my hair with her left hand, and placed it on my bicep in tandem with releasing my mouth and releasing a loud anguished moan.
I attended to her right nipple with my left hand, and watched her face as she rose in blissful agony.
I was surprised at how restrained I was being, considering how enraged I had been moments ago, and how desperate my cock was to be released and introduced to her pussy.
Thinking of this, I replaced my middle finger with my index and middle fingers, and began a slow rhythm in and out of her pussy, paying particular and intense attention to the rough ridges inside her, and feeling the slick wetness that had moistened and readied her for my penis. I stayed away from her clitoris at the present, since I wanted this to last a little longer.
“Blake... please fuck me!” she pleaded and groaned.
“I am fucking you.” I replied, groggily.
“Not with your fingers!” she begged, looking up at me.
“Tell me what you want me to fuck you with Summer?” I asked, finding my voice and strengthening it into a command. My breathing was erratic... my pulse was soaring. Her vital signs were displaying the same properties.
“Blake, please!” she begged again.
“Tell me what you want me to fuck you with Summer?!” I growled.
“You... I want you inside me.” She answered desperately.
“Are you asking me to fuck you with my cock?” I asked her confidently, and then I bent forward and took her nipple in my mouth, lifting her breast up with my hand and sucking her nipple aggressively inward.
“Ahhh!” she screamed in delight. “Yes! I want your cock inside me Blake.” She said breathlessly. I ignored her momentarily, and suckled her nipple while fucking her with my fingers until I felt her getting closer and closer to the threshold of an orgasm.
“God damn it! Blake!” she cried out.
Keeping my mouth on her nipple, I pull my fingers out and lifted my hips back from her, fiddling with my button and zipper, I opened my shorts to gain access to my raging hard on, still momentarily trapped by my boxers. I put my hand in my boxers and lifted my entire package over the band as I simultaneously shoved the band down. It wasn’t hard to do, since my cock was so ready, it could have crawled out of my pants on its own if it had the ability. I bent my knees and widened my stance, in readiness to enter her in a moment.
My arm was still around her leg, holding it behind my back with my elbow. She was whimpering with every breath, and moaning at regular intervals. I lifted my mouth from her breast, around the same time that I pulled the fabric of her panties aside to hitch at the side of her crotch and remain out of my way.
I grabbed my penis.
“I love you Summer.” I said softly, looking in her eyes.
I held the tip of my penis just inside the entrance to her pussy, just nuzzling and waiting; and the moment she said,
“I love you Blake.” Breathlessly,
I rammed it inside her, while I proceeded to stand up, lifting her off the floor; grabbing her right leg with my left arm and wrapping it around my back; before holding her butt in both my hands.
We both screamed out desperately upon my intrusion. Then, I stayed still... wrapped in her.
“You’re so fucking tight!” I breathlessly said in amazement. She’d seemed so slick just moments ago that I hadn’t fully tested how elastic she was down there.
“You’re so fucking big!” she countered.
I moved so that the wall assisted me in supporting her better. It meant that I was in her deep, not as deep as I could get in another position, but deep all the same. Her arms were over my shoulders, and the strap of her bra and dress looked as though they were about to snap.
“Fix your strap.” I indicated with a nod of my head, but I remained still otherwise, while I adjusted to her, and she to me.
She lifted the straps up with her left hand, so that they weren’t stretched anymore, but now her boob was covered.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked her. I felt adjusted now... I hoped she did too.
“No! I’m just a bit shocked.” She said, still breathless.
I didn’t wait for any more confirmation or conversation; I began to pull out of her slowly, moaning in pleasure as I did; leaving only an inch of length inside her, I hesitated before I slammed back inside her... I repeated this performance again and again, until our breaths became ragged, and sweat was beading across my forehead in addition to dripping down my back.
“Oh Blake... shit! You feel so good!” Summer moaned.
My possessiveness had rekindled after the shock of entering her, and I knew that I never wanted to be inside another woman... just her! And the exquisite feeling of her skin against mine; no barrier... Fuck!
“Summer!” I said gruffly.
“Ugh... Blake!” she appealed...
“Tell me that you’re mine! My girl! No-one else’s...” I demanded.
“Yes Blake! Your girl... definitely your girl.” She moaned in ecstasy.
I could feel her shuddering... I didn’t want to come myself yet, I wanted a marathon orgasm for her... and if she came on me, I would definitely come too, and then flake. I needed to buy some time.
I pulled her body into me and stepped away from the wall, her legs wrapped around me, my biceps bulging, holding her up so she didn’t snap my cock off by sliding down my body even minutely.
“Blake?” she questioned.
“Shhh...” I demanded.
I walked to the dining table where all this angst had derived from.
I pulled out of her immediately before I sat her on the table.
“Blake!” she said in exasperation. I knew how she felt; I was feeling at a loss now that I was gone from inside her.
“Summer... I’m not leaving you hanging... I just need to stop for a minute or it’s going to be over before I want it to be.” I growled.
I stepped back and dropped my shorts and boxers on the floor, and then I lifted my ankles out of the mess; kicking the clothes over to the wall. Her eyes went directly to my package and slightly widened. Of course I stifled a chuckle at her bright eyes. But I still managed to give her a smi
rk. I then pulled my t-shirt off, grabbing it from behind my head and lifting it up my torso, and then over my shoulders and head; finally pulling it off my arms and throwing it aside.
I tilted my head back slightly, looking down at Summer from hooded eyes. Summer sat panting and looking at me with a great amount of appreciation. I’d worked hard to get this body... I’d started doing it at fourteen, and after 4 years, I’d succeeded in making it look pretty damn good – for her!
Summer.
Shit... Holy Fuck! Aargh!
His intrusion inside me with his fingers was driving me crazy... I wanted more!
I demanded it from him... he counter-demanded I asked him properly! I knew what he was doing... dominating me! I didn’t give a snit though... I wanted him to! I wanted him to demand... to growl at me; and to fuck me blind; wrapping my soul up with his as we either descended into hell or ascended into heaven!
I loved him... oh God! I loved him so much!
When his cock finally slammed into me, like I had wanted it to; a wave of painful pleasure surged through my lower abdomen and leached throughout my body like an electric current, reaching its tendrils of power out further. I had never experienced this. Jordan had been a decent size, but Blake was bigger; and he seemed to know what he was doing far better too, juggling me effortlessly into his arms against the wall.
He confirmed that he hadn’t hurt me before he began to move inside me... slowly dragging his cock out, pulling deliciously at my insides as they quivered in the suction he created, before slamming back into me, and filling me with his hard penis once more.
I could feel the buildup of my orgasm, which had slowed when he stilled in me before, after bringing me to the brink with his fingers previously. I was building up... the exquisiteness was beginning to overwhelm me... I was going to lose control... and then, oh shit! He stopped moving and carried me over to the table... I tried to protest, but he silenced me. Removing himself, he plonked me on the table, and stood back from me. He was torturing me.
I moaned his name... I was fractured and desiring his presence promptly.
“Summer... I’m not leaving you hanging... I just need to stop for a minute or it’s going to be over before I want it to be.” he growled.
He proceeded to undress.
Oh, Jeezus!
He was magnificent. What had I denied myself all these years?
His cock was indeed an impressive sight, erect, it was wet from our contact, a contact I wanted to continue. His legs were no longer the skinny sight that for years had presented at the beach, extending out from his board shorts when we were freshmen. His hips were slim, and incredibly toned. His shoulders were broad... his arms toned and muscled, his chest strong, slim but well muscled all the same. And his stomach... shit! His workout with me thus far had proved to display every bump and definition to perfection. A perfect six pack, with a well defined ‘V’ extending down to his package, was now on display for my viewing pleasure.
I had to inwardly pinch myself... and I had no-one to brag about this to. My closest and most likely my only friend left, other than my sister, who I would refuse to share such knowledge with, was Blake’s sister Julie... and I knew she’d vomit if I ever went there with her, I mean... No!
Blake stepped forward, across the small distance between us.
“Like?” he asked, obviously referring to himself.
Biting my lip I nodded my agreement.
“Shall we remove some of your clothing too?” he asked, as he tugged at the hem of my skirt.
I nodded.
“Aren’t you going to ask me to remove your clothes for you? If that’s what you want!?” he said.
Fuck Blake... I’m self combusting here... I’m on fire... so either burn me up or douse me... ahhh... no, don’t douse me! More fire! I inwardly pleaded.
“Blake, I’m burning up here... get these fucking clothes off me! They’re stifling!” I growled.
He smiled seductively before wrenching the dress up my body and over my head... throwing it somewhere to the west. He leant forward, and hooking his left arm around my back, he undid my bra and pulled it forward and off of my breasts and arms.
He pushed me back down on the table, so my back touched the wood surface, and my breasts pointed to the stars. My legs were hanging over the edge, but obviously my butt wasn’t close enough to the edge. Positioning himself in-between my legs, he grabbed my thighs, just above my knees and roughly slid me towards him till my pussy bumped up against his balls.
My panties were still between us, since they’d pulled back across.
He looked down at me and leant over me, placing his elbows in a locked position, his hands either side of my chest as it rose and fell in anticipation and expectant arousal.
“Beautiful.” He said, “You’re beautiful Summer.” He repeated.
“Your fucking hot!” I lamented. He was going to be my complete and utter ruin!
He beamed his biggest smile, which made his face light up. His sandy blond hair was still a little on the longer side, brushing into his eyes as he bent forward, and his indigo blue eyes smoldered in their aroused state. The silver glint in his right eyebrow added to his gorgeousness. His lips were generous, but not overly plump. His skin was still smooth and perfect... the biggest changes over the last year had been his piercings.
My observations had taken seconds, by which time; he’d moved his gaze down to my panties.
“They’ve gotta go!” he said, shaking his head negatively. “But, since they’re very pretty and match your bra, I won’t rip them off.” He stated, as he began tugging them down from my hips, out from under my butt and down my legs.
Moving back into the space between my legs, I could now feel his skin against the apex of my thighs.
“Fuck!” Blake said, looking directly down at my pussy, pressing up against him.
“You’re so sexy Summer! I’ve never seen anything so perfect!” He groaned.
He leant forward again, and hovering over me, looking directly into my eyes, he said, “I love you Summer. You’re mine... My muse... Nobody else’s! No-one else gets to see this, unless they’re your doctor or beauty therapist... and then they better be a fucking woman!” he growled.
It’s probably before now that I should’ve explained that my tests from the gynecologist came back normal... Blake’s blood tests did too.
I giggled my pleasure.
Blake lunged to my left breast, and began lathing his tongue across the nipple, flicking and teasing it into an aroused peak. He kept up the pleasure with the other nipple using his left hand... teasing and encouraging both my nipples to form matching tight peaks. The pleasure that radiated from them, poured into my lower abdomen, encouraging the reddened coal that awaited there into a burning inferno. I could feel a pulsing in my clitoris, and I began to plead with Blake once again.
Blake.
Insane! I was going to end up like all those artists of old, that went insane from continued observation of the extreme beauty of their muses... and here she was, laid out on my dining table... good enough to eat!
I began by consuming her nipples... holding her generous breasts in my hands, administering her left nipple with suckling from my mouth, and torturing her right nipple with my index finger and thumb; her pale mocha colored nipples tightened into balls... her areolas wrinkling in support of their nipple counterparts. I swapped over.
“Blake... please... you’re torturing me.” She pleaded.
“You’re rather demanding aren’t you?!” I chuckled, vibrating her nipple in my mouth.
“Oh!” she moaned out high pitched. She began to use my contact against her to her advantage, much like the first time we had been together on Sally’s bed. She arched her hips up into me and began moving against my cock.
“Uh uh!” I growled. Placing my hands on her hips and pushing down to stop her.
“Blake! Fuck! Don’t leave me like this!” She cried out.
Again I chuckled. I loved her begg
ing me... I loved being in charge.
Pushing down on her hips, I changed breasts again, and suckled her left nipple briefly, before I began to kiss down her stomach, making my way to her clitoris.
She was moaning and whimpering before I even got there. She knew what I was about to give her... and she was so turned on, I doubted it would take long to push her over the edge.
My mouth connected with her nub, and the taste of her was incredible. Musky because of the activities we had already engaged in.
“You taste so good!” I murmured against her.
She brought her hands down to the back of my head and touched my hair. It felt nice, but I wanted her to watch me instead.
Pulling up slightly, I told her...
“Use your elbows to lift yourself off the table... I want you to watch me eat your pussy.” I demanded.
“Blake?” she asked, lifting herself up.
“Don’t close your eyes... watch me!” I said, grinning at her as I hovered over her waiting clit.
“Ugh!” she moaned, as I returned to her clitoris. I looked at her to make sure she was watching.
I wanted to slip a finger inside her, but I wanted to focus on her clit this time.
She kept eye contact with me, sometimes half closing her eyes, and biting the heck out of her bottom lip. I hadn’t been down on her long, but I wanted to touch her too... so much.
I reached up to her nipples with both my hands and begun pulling and tugging at her nipples. She struggled almost instantly with all the sensation. She was failing more and more to keep her eyes on me as her pleasure crashed over her, yet she still would return to look at me.
My cock was at risk of ejaculating, despite being nowhere near her or within any realm of touching anything. Those blue balls were going to destroy me... but I had to get to the prize!
Summer was struggling with her control, the immense pleasure my tongue and fingers were giving her was rolling across her, I could feel it tremor across her stomach and I could feel the growth in her clitoris, alongside a quivering tick behind it. She opened her mouth and began building the moans up in her mouth, riding the pleasurable pain. Her hips were moving in a rhythm against me, despite my weight over her hips and thighs. I removed my hands from her nipples, and lifted both her legs over my shoulders, without my mouth severing contact, so she had greater movement, and I could stay with her during her orgasm. Her eyes remained on me, and the pleading in their depths were drowning in her impending orgasm.
