by Martha James
She couldn't help but smile, thinking that this one singular feature of the male anatomy was responsible for evoking so much pleasure and pain in equal measure.
But then he proceeded to remind her that, when you got right down to it, women really weren't all that different in that regard, as he hooked his fingers up between her legs, against the fabric of her panties, and began to masturbate her in return.
She'd been right before, she thought as the surge of pleasure shook her to her very core- touching herself to thoughts of him was a totally ineffective substitute to the real thing. Even before he'd breached the layer of her panties and started fingering her directly, his touch through her panties set off feelings inside her that she might never have suspected of even existing- and she knew that it was only going to get a whole lot worse (better) from there.
Soon she'd pulled her hand back up from out of his underwear, needing as she did to hold onto something more substantive in order to ride out these sensations (not that the heat Julian was packing down there wasn't already quite substantive on its own.)
She held onto the trunk of his body for dear life as his strokes grew more and more vigorous, and as the moisture he evoked from her grew to almost embarrassing levels. Then, at last, when she didn't think she could take it anymore, he finally reached up and slid down the lace of her panties, pulling them down off her ankles, and casting them over the side of the bed.
It took a moment for it to sink in with Desiree that she was now completely naked, completely exposed to him. She suppressed the instinct to cover herself up in his presence, but felt her cheeks growing positively crimson, and her skin heating up to a degree that was almost feverish.
He smiled up at her, and pushed her legs slowly open, revealing the glistening pink treasure that was there waiting for him between her trembling white thighs.
He reached forward slowly and touched her directly for the first time, pressing his fingers softly into her absence, and stroking the lips from one end to another, pressing them apart as he did so. She tried to moan, but felt as though the air had suddenly become trapped inside her lungs, with no real recourse for escape.
Every pass he made along her from one end to the other felt as though it would certainly be the last she could survive, but instead she just felt herself rising higher and higher, getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter with each gentle stroke.
Julian felt it too, of course.
He loved the way her body responded to him, readying her for him, and he waited until he'd gotten her to the point of optimum lust, when it became almost, but not quite too much for her, before he went any further.
Then, at last, he dove forward.
He buried his head between her thighs, his hands upon her knees, keeping them pressed apart.
He kissed her.
He pulled the delicacy of her labia into his lips, savoring the taste of her, and she let out a shrill cry of delight, loud enough that it might reasonably have awoken the dead.
He slid his tongue up inside her, twisting and rolling through the aching wet folds of her pussy, stirring untold and unspeakable feeling from somewhere deep within, bringing them to the surface and causing them to expand with such an unstoppable force that she thought she might pass out.
“Oh God... God... God that feels amazing!” she yelped, arching her spine back, and leaning her head against the pillow.
He breathed her in, nostrils flaring, tongue waggling through her, his perfect stubble scratching against her inner thighs as he consumed her like the morsel she was. Her legs closed in around him so tightly that she might nearly have cut off his airways, and she laced her hands lovingly through his hair, holding him in place, hoping that she might hold onto him forever, and never let him go.
Her spirit felt like it was soaring, detached from her body and spiraling through the heavens of pleasure, showing no sign whatsoever of ever slowing down. She alternated between periods of uncontrollable screams and breathless silence, during which she became incapable of making even a single sound, depending on the specific feat being accomplished by Julian's perfect mouth at the given moment. He seemed in bizarrely specific control of her reactions, knowing exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. Pushing her right up to the edge and then relenting, then climbing all the way back up and repeating the cycle. Torturing her, making her so desperate for release that she felt like swearing at him, while at the same time never wanting this sublime, otherworldly pleasure to arrive at its inevitable conclusion.
But then, finally, Julian came to the accurate conclusion that she could handle no more, and that it was time to bring this sweet, seemingly endless torment to its head. He pressed his face forward, trapping himself between her legs, and pinned himself in place, lashing his tongue up and down, while stimulating her clitoris vigorously with his right middle finger.
This unleashed something within her, something she didn't have a hope in hell of controlling- or even the remotest desire to control.
Her body jolted up from the surface of the bed as though possessed, her breasts pointed toward the ceiling, her mouth agape in a perfectly round O. She folded her knees up around the back of his head, pinning him in place, then gripped his skull and yanked up on his head for good measure.
She held and held, trying to discern exactly when the moment would arrive-
And then, at last, something exploded violently inside her.
She screamed, and shook, and was swept beneath the waves of a violent, full body orgasm, the sheer, consuming energy of which she thought in that moment was enough to inspire a lifetime's worth of songwriting.
It coursed up through the center of her body from between her legs, then poured out into her limbs, emanating to her toes and her fingertips, infecting every glistening nerve ending.
Her head spun, her muscles spasmed, and the seemingly endless climax just kept coming and coming, echoing through her body without any apparent end in sight.
She had no idea how long it had been going on by the time the surface tension at last dissipated (it felt like hours, though it had probably only been a minute or so- still an impressive feat to say the least.)
Then, with a sigh, and a shiver, she fell back to the surface of the bed, her chest heaving, the aftershocks of pleasure buzzing through her, making her feel so light and insubstantial that she thought she might fade away completely at any moment.
Not that she would have minded, in the state she was in- she wasn't really sure that anything in her life could ever hold a candle to the brilliant highs of what she'd just gotten through experiencing.
She was as happy as could be, though, to be proven imminently wrong on that point...
Julian waited patiently for Desiree's shivers to subside, and seemed to actually savor each shake of her body up against him as she recovered from the shock of what he'd done to her. Then, when at last her movements settled back down again, he withdrew himself slowly from between her legs, letting his lips pull back off of her pussy as she released him from her grip.
His body rose up over her as she lay there on the bed, looking up at him with an expression of utmost intimacy- it was something primitive and animal-like, and seemed to say that from this point onward, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her as compensation for that first earth-shattering round of bliss.
He settled back onto and around her like a blanket, and pressed his lips gently to her own. He made her taste herself on him, and she loved it as he kissed her softly back to life, re-energizing her after having so thoroughly drained her of energy. They wrestled around in the sheets, rolling over onto one another, playfully trying to pin one another down and gain the upper hand.
Julian, predictably, wound up on top, and Desiree smiled up at him, loving how weak and insubstantial she felt beneath him.
“Well... Looks like you win,” she said with a grin. “What are you going to do about it now?”
He smiled at her, and yanked down his pants, kicking them off over the
side of the bed.
She felt the hot, firm glide of his cock up against the insides of her legs as he brought himself down onto her, and held her breath as he arced the shaft of his erection upward. He pressed his engorged tip against the still burning opening of her vagina, and let it settle there for a moment, getting her used to the idea of having so much man inside of her at once.
Her eyes widened, and she tensed up as he slid his way inside.
A desperate moan escaped from her lips, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
He eased his way into her, rather effortlessly- he was pretty big, but she was aroused as hell at this point, and her body was as inviting to his arrival as it seemed genuinely possible to be. He slid up all the way inside her, and finally came to a rest with his head pressed up against some interior wall, instantly evoking a surge of unfathomable pleasure, and making her fingers curl up into his flesh as she tried to get a grip on these unbelievable sensations.
He couldn't believe how tight she was, how warm and how perfect a sanctuary, and he waited for several seconds inside her before beginning, watching her as she shook like a leaf and struggled with him in her delicacy.
Then, finally, he drew his body backward, pulling himself nearly out of her, extricating all the way up to his tip. Then he slammed back again, ramming into her with a remarkable speed and ferocity, commencing the sweet, sexual punishment that was to ensue over the course of the next several minutes.
Desiree screamed, and held onto Julian for dear life as he began to ride her, swinging his body through the air, grunting with every violent collision of flesh into flesh, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His thighs boomed violently against her own, his muscles positively ensnared her every time he collapsed on top of her, and his buttocks clenched and unclenched as he swung his pelvis through the air, something primitive inside him taking over the perfect gentleman he'd appeared to her as in all other contexts. Every forward thrust resulted in an instant, shocking strike of her g-spot, and a sudden burst of devastating pleasure, coursing through every inch of her. It was almost too much for her too handle, but even worse was his momentary absence with every withdrawal he made from her, causing her to an experience an emptiness so thorough she thought she might never recover from it.
On top of the direct collision of genitals, she savored the secondary movements of their bodies as they slammed into one another. The swinging of his balls up against her, smack against her thighs as he forced himself into her. The way her breasts bounced and swayed across her chest every time he struck her- an effect she had the strangest feeling he might have enjoyed every bit as much as she did... Then there was the entwining of their legs as he moved atop her, and the way he brushed the strands of flowing chestnut hair from out of her eyes every time it fell across her face, and the way he would lean down every so often and kiss her, giving her just enough breath to keep going and survive the duration of all he had in store for her. And then, God, there was the violent smash of the bed frame up against the wall, the springs creaking beneath them, the percussive blows striking in tandem with the furious beating of her heart, seeming to compete with it.
The dripping of his sweat down onto her.
The blue flames coursing from those cold blue eyes.
The grunts of his pleasure, and the echoes of lust escaping gaseously out from between her own lips, in a steady uncontrollable stream of delight.
A million little details all conspired together to create a picture that was more beautiful than anything Desiree might have imagined, and the longer it went on, the further and further she climbed toward sheer, internal perfection, well past the point of that first unbearable climax she'd experienced with Julian's head between her legs.
She wondered just how much further he would take her, and how far she would be left to fall once he got her to that incredible place.
And then, at last, he drove himself all the way up inside her, slamming into place, and answering this question for her with crystalline clarity.
Her eyes widened.
A desperate cry escaped from her throat, then faded into a hoarse gasp, noiseless and desperate.
Julian roared like the beast that he was, and began cumming uncontrollably inside her, his cock burning with pleasure as he spilled his hot seed all over her, ejecting himself into her deepest depths, pouring his essence into her in such abundance that it poured back out from between her legs and onto the bed beneath them.
Again, something burst deep within her, the blast this time far more potent than anything she could stand. Once again orgasm flooded through her entire system, this time finding is way into crevices and around corners that it hadn't quite located the first time around, leaving her hurtling through space with absolutely no control over herself, or her reactions, or the wicked spinning of her head as euphoria consumed her, carrying her up above its mile-high waves and then ripping her back beneath the surface again, inundating her completely.
She sustained it for as long as she possibly could, until at last Julian showed her some small mercy and relented, sighing as he pulled his body back out of her own, extricating himself. For a moment Desiree simply lay there, frozen and shivering, almost in shock from the unimaginable effects of their completed lovemaking.
She was thawed out at last by the pressing of Julian's lips all over her naked body, pecking her wet skin, lapping up the salt of her sweat.
She shivered, and allowed herself to be drawn into his arms. They kissed for a while in the afterglow of their love, easing themselves back to a place of relative sanity, loving the cool touch of one another's skin even now that their desires had been satisfied.
After a period of this, Desiree lay with her head on Julian's shoulder, and her hand tracing out shapes on his chest in slow, steady circles.
“So...” he said finally, and though she half expected him to say something romantic, he instead resorted to his usual brand of humor- which, she supposed, was romantic enough in itself: “That's what it's like to go to a bed with a rock star, huh? Not bad...”
She laughed, then sighed, thinking that there was a very good chance that she was probably in love with this man.
“Yup. You, Julian Hansen, have the great honor of being Desiree Starr's very first groupie.”
He smiled at her, liking the sound of this, and pulled the covers up over their heads.
He suddenly thought there was a very real chance that he might not yet be done with her for the night...
5
Desiree felt as though she was walking on air as she left her manager Geri's office the following afternoon. She hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before, due to the fact that she'd been making love all night to the man of her dreams, but she nevertheless felt as fresh as a daisy and alive as she ever had- also due to the fact that she'd been making love all night to the man of her dreams.
It seemed absurd, now that they'd finally consummated their feelings for one another, that they'd ever waited so very long to do so in the first place. What they now shared felt like the most natural thing in the world, organic and right, and although their relationship had only just begun, it now felt close to impossible for her to even be able to begin to imagine her life without him in it.
She wished she could have stayed there in bed forever with him, lying in his arms, twisting around in the sheets with him... And she would have, too, had he not suggested she do otherwise.
“You have your meeting with Geri to go to today, don't you?” he'd asked, as Desiree had begun trying to initiate the act of lovemaking for what must have been the fifth or sixth time over the course of the night. The sun had been coming up at that point, signifying an end to the night she might have liked to go on indefinitely.
“Yeah... So?” she said, her wrist a rising and falling lump in the sheets as she caressed his manhood to life, or tried to anyway. “I'll reschedule it. It's been almost a month since we stopped the tour, another day won't hurt anything...”
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sp; She'd begun to kiss the expanse of his chest, thinking she would lower herself down beneath the covers and wrap her lips around him, but he stopped her before she went any further.
“Hey, Desiree, listen. I really like you. And I've had an incredible time with you tonight. But... Well, if things are going to work between us, I need to feel like I'm not getting in the way of your life, or your career.”
“What? Don't be silly,” she said. “Geri won't care...”
He sighed. “It's not about Geri. It's about you. I don't ever want you to feel like I've held you back, or like I've distracted you from living the life you want for yourself. You were meant for great things, and I would hate myself for standing in the way of that. Plus, to be honest, I think it would be good for you to try and get back out there. I know that... Well, that what happened to Shade was traumatic for you. It was for me too... But I don't think it's healthy for you to stay around the house all the time. And I think if you're at a point where your comfortable going out again, you should... At the very least, consider going on with the tour. And at the very, very least, you should go to that meeting with Geri and see what she has to say about everything.
