He rose up to his knees once again and attacked the button on my jeans. Within seconds, he was dragging them down my legs, only to toss them hastily over his shoulder. My panties soon followed. With the frenzy that was beginning, I’d half expected him to simply rip them from my body, but he must have had greater control than me at that point. I was lost in the moment, but he had plans and hadn’t lost focus.
He re-parted my legs and ran his hands over my inner thighs, simply stroking and massaging the skin as he continued to study my face. I was panting with excitement. I lifted and swiveled my hips in a blatant invitation for him to move higher. I desperately needed his touch.
“Tell me what you need, Mimi. I want to hear the words come from your lips.”
“Please Justin,” I gasped. “I need… I need your hands on me.”
He chuckled softly. “You’ll have to do better than that, Peaches. Where do you want me to touch you?”
I swore a soft curse before pleading, “Touch my pussy, Justin. I ache so badly. I want you to stroke my clit. I want to feel your fingers inside me.”
He smiled broadly. “That’s my girl. Never be afraid to ask for what you need. Begging like this works nicely, too.”
He wasted no time lowering himself further down my body, so his broad shoulders stretched my thighs out to their maximum width. He traced a finger over my lips, which were already moist and slick. He dipped his head and took a long lick on either side of my labia, making me squirm harder. It wouldn’t take much for him to bring me to a climax, I wanted it bad. I knew I should try to hold off, to delay it in order to savor every second, but he’d already primed my body with the few kisses and touches he’d given me. I was a needy, responsive puddle of desire.
After what seemed an interminably long time of him lapping softly at my skin, he looked up at me. “My God, you taste incredible. I need more.” He proceeded to part the swollen flesh, then dove right into my core with his tongue.
The things he did to me, I can’t fully describe. He began with long licks, beginning at my entrance, swirling and teasing around it, before dragging his tongue up to my clit to flutter it softly. I gripped the back of his head, wishing he had hair to tangle my fingers in, but it didn’t matter. He immediately stopped and reached back to remove my hands from his scalp.
“The rules haven’t changed. No touching.”
I groaned in frustration, but grasped the comforter beneath me, squeezing so hard I thought my fingernails would rip little holes in the material. Justin laughed before returning his attention to my sex. He flicked his tongue against me again as he brought his hand up and teased my entrance before slipping his index finger inside. I panted harder, wanting more, much more. He pumped his finger slowly before circling it around inside me. As soon as he found that secret bundle of nerves, I bolted upright. He pushed harder against it as I leaned back on my palms and pushed my hips down on his hand. I gyrated my lower half eagerly, chasing after the orgasm looming on the horizon. He slipped another digit inside and then thrust back and forth with heavier force, continuing to press down on the back wall of my sheath. Four hard pumps of his fingers found me screaming in pleasure. My thighs were shaking by the time I started to come down and Justin was grinning like a fool. With one palm, he pushed my torso back down as he undid his jeans with the other.
“That was only the beginning,” he said as his eyes roamed over my naked body. He slid his pants down and off. Not surprisingly, he hadn’t bothered with underwear. While I never really stopped to ponder it, it seemed to me Justin would only find them an unnecessary nuisance. I wonder if he felt the same way about mine. I had a fleeting thought that I’d ask at a more convenient time. I was suddenly distracted as I watched him reach down and fist his cock at the base. He gripped it tightly, then ever so slowly ran his hand up and down the length—which was quite impressive—twice. Other than that, he didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he replied. “I’m drinking you in while trying to decide which part of you I want to take next. It’s a tough decision. There are so many possibilities and all are equally appealing.”
I swallowed hard, which drew his attention away from my body. He grinned widely then asked me to lay in the opposite direction on the bed. I immediately complied, knowing exactly what he had in mind. After turning around, I scooted up until my head was resting off the mattress. I reached out for his hips once again forgetting I wasn’t allowed to touch. He clucked his tongue at me, but when I went to remove my hands, he pulled them back to his hips.
“I think it’ll be easier for you if you have something to hold onto, so go ahead. Just make sure you keep them there.”
I smiled softly as I looked up to see him poised above me, his thick erection once again gripped tightly in his fist. He angled it down toward my mouth and slowly lowered himself. I parted my lips to receive him, but instead of sliding himself inside, he tapped the head against them before moving it to the side and stroking my cheek with it. It only made me starved for the taste of his flesh, and I found myself rooting around like a hungry baby trying to catch him in my mouth. He chuckled softly as he teased me again and again. I grew impatient and took matters into my own hands, literally. I reached up and gripped his cock, then slid it between my lips.
I’d never been one to shy away from giving oral sex. The heady feeling of knowing how much power one could wield over someone else’s pleasure wasn’t to be missed, in my opinion. Seeing a man nearly crumble from the ecstasy at the touch of my lips and tongue was as pleasurable as any orgasm of my own, so I always put my whole self into it. Justin was no different from any man in this regard really, but he wasn’t a passive recipient. Within seconds, he was cradling my head in his hands as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth. The angle was perfect; I could take as much of him as possible without sacrificing my ability to breathe or choking on his length as he bumped the back of my throat. He’d never removed my hand from his dick, so I made the most of it, stroking and squeezing him tightly as his hips rocked back and forth. I used my tongue liberally, swirling it over and around the head and shaft, again and again, while doing my best to suck as hard as I could. He threw his head back and groaned before gently withdrawing from my mouth.
Between each breathless pant, he whispered, “That’s enough of that for now. If we keep going like this, it will be over before we really get going, and I have no intention of letting that happen.”
I gave him a brilliant grin. If he liked it that much, I foresaw many blowjobs in his future.
He helped me rise to a sitting position, then guided me to the center of the bed as he crawled atop it. He ravenously kissed me again as he laid his full weight upon me. I was ready to crawl out of my skin, I was so excited. I wrapped my legs around his hips and squeezed tightly. I wanted him so much closer. I wanted to absorb every inch of him.
I felt the swollen head of his cock bump against my center. Rather than immediately slide home, Justin reached down and nestled his cock between my plump lips, parting them. He slid himself back and forth against me, gliding easily from the abundant juices which had collected there. He was thoroughly enjoying teasing me, driving me mad. I huffed in frustration, eager to feel him inside me.
He laughed softly before whispering, “Someone is in a hurry now, isn’t she?”
“Dammit, Justin. It’s a good thing you’re almost twice my size since you want to be in control so much, otherwise, I’d have flipped you over and mounted you already.” He laughed again and notched himself right where I wanted him most.
“Is this what you mean? Do you want to feel me push inside you here?”
I growled and thrust my hips up, forcing him to slide partway inside. I gasped as I felt his wide girth stretch me. Justin wasn’t hung like a porn star, but he was blessed nevertheless. He was precisely what I needed, long and thick enough to satisfy my craving for him, yet not so much I was uncomfortable or in pain.
/>
He slowly slid in deeper, drawing out that heavenly sensation of first entry. I had to admit initial penetration was one of my favorite parts of sex. No matter how many times I had sex with a man, those first few seconds were nearly as pleasurable as reaching a climax. It was that moment of completion, the fulfillment of the intense craving, and it was the promise of so much more.
Once he reached my limit, he closed his eyes and held himself there. The look on his face was one I’d treasure forever. His pleasure was evident, with his expression being a mixture of relief and desire. I couldn’t help myself, I began to circle my hips so his cock swirled inside me. His eyes snapped open as he sucked in a deep breath. His soft moan was stifled as he leaned down to kiss me passionately. Within seconds, he rocked his own hips back and forth, pushing deep before slowly withdrawing. Before long, I was moaning too, the pleasure of his body on and in me almost more than I could bear. I felt the intensity between us swell, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Justin was watching me closely, and as he saw what was left of my composure begin to unravel, he began to move faster and drive deeper. He gripped my shoulders and really began to thrust into me. Just as I reached the precipice, he immediately withdrew. I cried out in bewilderment, wondering what in the world would cause him to stop just as I was about to enter the promised land.
“Not so fast, Mimi,” he breathed. “I don’t want this to end too soon.”
“In case you aren’t aware,” I sputtered, “women are able to come many times during sex!”
He shook his head as he rose back up to his knees. “I don’t think you understand. If I watch you come now, it’s going to be all over for me. I will blow faster than you can scream my name. I have fantasized about watching you succumb to me for so many years, I don’t think I could restrain myself and last as long as I want to. And man, I want to make this last.”
I was excited to hear how much he had wanted me. It only made me want to satisfy him even more, to make this first time all he’d anticipated. I wasn’t much for holding back personally, and wouldn’t have minded if he came since we had all night to enjoy each other. However, I took his statement as a challenge. If he was going to tease me endlessly, then I was damned sure going to make it as hard as possible for him to hold back.
He laid down on his back next to me in that enormous king-sized bed and patted his thighs. “Climb up here, Peaches. I want to see your body as you ride me.”
I wasted no time scrambling up and straddling his hips. Leaning down to kiss him, I pressed him against my throbbing sex and slid right down on him. He gasped loudly as his cock bumped up against my cervix, and he gripped my hips tightly. I rose back up and began to rock and swivel my hips. I reached up and cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples. I licked my lips, intending to make the sight of me as sexy and irresistible as possible. Channeling my inner adult film star, I groaned loudly as I began to bounce up and down, making sure to grind myself against his pubic bone with every downward slide.
His hands squeezed my flesh tighter as I watched him grit his teeth. I smiled inwardly as he struggled to slow my movements down. I could see he was torn between his desire to prolong the moment and his need to let go. Wickedly, I ran my hands over his chest, letting my long fingernails drag on his skin leaving faint red scratch marks before moving back up to pinch his nipples, too. Justin seemed to like things a little on the rougher side, so I thought I’d test out that theory. He bolted upright immediately, flipping me over on my stomach and pulling my hips up to meet his. All composure lost, he slammed into me from behind and then set up a rapid rhythm. The sound of his hips slapping against mine and the sensation of his heavy balls hitting my clit drove my own desire into the heavens above. I bucked back against him, operating solely on instinct. I had no conscious thought, only my pursuit of reaching that pinnacle he had previously denied me. I was desperate to bring us both to climax, to explode together with more force than we either had before.
I heard Justin give a low growl before feeling the jarring sensation of a heavy slap on my ass. I gasped loudly in surprise, but even more surprising was my reaction. I became a frenzied being, completely overwhelmed by the bite of pain which accompanied such all-consuming pleasure. I gripped the covers beneath me tighter and wiggled my behind, silently begging for more. Justin easily picked up on the cue and began spanking me in earnest. One final slap sent me straight over the edge, my screams echoing through the room. Justin immediately reached forward and clamped a hand over my mouth and shoved into me one last time, holding himself deep inside as he groaned out his own orgasm.
I collapsed on the bed with my heart pounding so hard, I thought it might explode in my chest. Justin followed me down, his heavy weight nearly pushing the air from my lungs as he panted wildly himself.
After a few moments, he breathed out a heavy sigh. “God damn, Peaches. You are incredible. I think I’m ruined.”
I curled up against his side, throwing my leg over his hip. “Make that two of us,” I said breathlessly. “No one has ever spanked me like that before.”
Justin grabbed my hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “Did you like it?” he murmured.
I quickly nodded. “I definitely did. I never thought I would enjoy something like that, but I did so much. When you slapped me the hardest, I went over the edge. Who knew you were such a wild man?”
I cuddled even closer to him, pushing my face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent deep into my lungs. He smelled of soap, sex, and something which was completely Justin.
“Are you sniffing me?” he asked with amusement.
“Yes, I am. Now be quiet. I’m imprinting here.”
He laughed at my response. “Peaches, you’re a little weird.”
I slapped his chest softly. “You can’t tell me you’ve never been sniffed by a woman before. You smell so delicious. I’m sure they all did, but were more discreet than me.”
His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, and he pressed me even closer. “I’m not complaining,” he said. “Feel free to enjoy my body anyway you like.”
I bit his neck playfully, then replied, “You can’t give me an invitation like that. You have no idea what sort of images pop into my head.”
He brought his other hand up to tip my head back with a lift of his index finger. He looked down into my face with curious but wicked eyes. “What sort of fantasies do you have floating around in your mind? I want to know them all and hopefully, make them a reality.”
“Oh, geez,” I breathed out softly, “I don’t really know. I mean I have fantasized endlessly about this over the last year, but nothing unusual comes to mind. Right now, my head is so filled with you and the things you did to me, I’m hard pressed to imagine anything else at the moment.”
He nodded. “Promise me if anything surfaces, you’ll tell me. I want us to be free to explore everything together.”
“I will,” I replied as I stifled a yawn.
Justin caressed my cheek as I laid my head on his shoulder. “I think someone needs a little rest. Normally, I’d let you sleep for about an hour and then be at you for round two, but I have a sneaking suspicion a little person is going to have us up in a couple more hours.”
I yawned harder this time as I nodded softly. “I share that suspicion. With luck, he’ll take a nice long nap tomorrow.”
“If not,” Justin laughed quietly, “there’s always Grandma’s house. You know she’ll never turn down a visit from her grandson even if it’s three days in a row, and he wore her out today. Now sleep, Peaches. Tomorrow promises to be another big day.”
I let my eyelids flutter closed as I whispered, “Goodnight, Justin. I love you.”
I was out before I could hear if he replied.
Chapter Ten
We fell into an easy rhythm over the following weeks. Our days were spent in the usual way, me caring for Sammy while Justin worked in his home office. He continued to take frequent breaks thro
ughout the day to come play with Sammy and chat with me. Sometimes, he’d take a longer break and join us on our daily walk through the neighborhood. On one such afternoon, Justin was pushing Sammy’s stroller with one hand, while holding mine with his other. We’d been walking quietly, taking in the sights and sounds of the neighborhood and enjoying the waning sunshine of the late afternoon. While I was admiring the roses in Ms. Tillis’ garden as we passed her house, Justin cleared his throat.
“I’ve been thinking…” he began.
“Did it hurt?” I asked playfully.
He stopped dead and gave me ‘the look’. “Keep it up, funny girl, and I’ll have to introduce you to a real spanking.”
My insides clenched at the thought of the sensual nights we’d shared since we first made love. It seemed my Justin really liked rough sex. I had been spanked to varying degrees and in spots I’d never imagined I’d enjoy. He also had an impressive collection of toys we were currently working our way through. I’d never considered myself sheltered—I’d certainly had my own trusty vibrator since I was twenty—but through Justin, I learned I had what could only be described as a bare-bones model. He had all sorts of vibrating and twirling gizmos he took great delight in testing out on my body. I couldn’t really say I minded. I’d discovered some of the gadgets produced some earth-shattering results.
“Is that supposed to be some sort of punishment?” I asked with a giggle.
“It will be when you’re tied to my bed and can’t get away from the bite of my flogger.”
My eyes widened. “Your… your what?” I stuttered.
Justin turned his head to me with a wolfish look on his face. “You heard what I said. Why do you look so surprised? Oh…. That’s right. You’ve not seen that box of goodies, yet.”
I swallowed hard. What sort of kinky stuff was Justin into? I had to admit, the unknown had my pulse beginning to race. I cleared my throat and affected a blasé attitude. “I’m sure it’s all very tame in the face of my overwhelming experience,” I said with a flick of my wrist. After a beat, we both started laughing. We’d already discovered my experience was the epitome of vanilla. After what he said, it seemed he intended to expand a few more of my horizons.
Just Perfection Page 18
