by Hunt, Evelyn
She felt Fintan's hot, hard cock pressing against her pussy and he teased her briefly, rubbing her clit a few times with his head before slowly sinking into her. He thrust up into her all the way before stopping, cradling her body while he kissed her neck and breasts. He took a deep breath and pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back up into her, driving almost up against her g-spot. "You're so tight," he murmured, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. He rocked his hips slowly, building up the friction between them, thrusting deeper and deeper into her as she held him close, her hands exploring his back, massaging his shoulders.
Fintan took his time, gradually building up his pace as Veronica recovered from her orgasm and became aroused all over again. She kissed him all over, her lips and teeth and tongue attacking the column of his neck as she wrapped her legs around him. She closed her eyes, moving her own hips in counterpoint to his thrusts, soft moans leaving her throat as he began to rock his hips into her more quickly. "You feel so good," she told him, pulling his face to hers for a lingering kiss. Fintan's tongue batted her own, taking control and occupying her mouth, leaving her with nothing but sensations--the feeling of him filling her up, the taste of his lips, the pleasing weight of his body pressed to hers.
Then he was picking up his pace quickly, holding himself up above her, one hand snaking between her to rub up against her clit. Veronica trembled, trying to make it last, but unable to help it as the pleasure in her body sent her quickly back into orgasm. She pulled him down, grabbing at his shoulders and kissing him deeply as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body.
Fintan moaned against her lips as her muscles squeezed and relaxed around his cock erratically and he, too was overcome. She felt him filling her up, his cock twitching inside of her as he released load after load of come inside of her. He fell onto her and she let her limbs drape weakly around him as they both recovered, catching their breaths.
Fintan rose up onto his elbows, examining her face with eyes hazed over with pleasure. "I should call my agent," he said musingly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. She felt his cock stirring slightly inside of her as he moved. "But I can't leave you yet." Veronica smiled.
"I know what you mean," she replied, pushing his sweat-damp hair off of his forehead.
"One very good thing about hiring you," Fintan commented, his lips brushing her jaw. Veronica raised an eyebrow in query. "We will have constant access to each other. That is, assuming you're interested in continuing on like this." Veronica laughed.
"Oh, I'm interested all right. I'd like to continue like this in another few minutes."
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The Secrets of Make-Up Sex
by
Vivian Hicks
I grinned as I watched Noah unloading the groceries. The way he moved gave away that he was still worked up from our unfinished morning session of lovemaking. I ran my hand over my slender stomach and sighed as my fingers neared the hem of my panties. Seeing him with such a lustful desire in his eyes always got me worked up, always made me want him more.
Our sex life was still spicy even after seven years of marriage. My friends were always complaining to me that their husbands were more interested in sports or work than them, but I never had that problem. Early on in our marriage I learned the best way to keep Noah's attention on me was to always keep him on edge. My best friend Maria always joked that I wore the pants in the relationship, but I don't consider myself a dominate woman.
I see my husband as my equal, not my inferior. We've never discussed the sexual dynamics of our relationship, but I can tell by Noah's reactions that he enjoys it just as much as I do. Communication might be the most important thing in a relationship, but the key to successful communication is being able to read body language, and the language of Noah's body is one I speak fluently.
I open the door for Noah and start putting the groceries away. We fall into the dance that we mastered when we first moved in together. He puts the non-perishables away and I grab the refrigerated stuff. I make sure to brush against his body every chance I get. I bend down to pick up the milk allowing my shoulder to brush across the bulge that is quickly forming in his pants. Noah sighs in pleasure and I smile up at him before sprinting back to the refrigerator.
Once the groceries are put away we order Chinese take out and I send Noah off to pick it up. His brown eyes linger on me as he walks to his car. I give him a coy smile that promises that there is an interesting night ahead of us. I can feel my juices of desire pooling between my legs as I try to recall the last time, I, myself have been this horny.
I change out of my work clothes and slip into my red silk robe. It's my favorite, because it compliments my pale skin and long raven colored hair. The robe is short and falls just below my ass cheeks, allowing me to feel my long hair brushing against the back of my thighs as I walk. I sigh in pleasure as my hair sends chills down my spine and causes my clit to twitch.
I sit on the sofa with my legs curled under me as I wait for Noah's return. My fingers trace the curves of my body through the thin silk evoking small moans from my lips. I rub my thighs together and give into the temptation to touch myself. I lean back on the sofa and spread my legs wide. When Noah gets back I want him to see my frantic fingers playing at my glistening pussy. I massage my clit slowly teasing myself while I imagine just how delicious Noah will look knelt between my thighs with his face buried in my crotch.
The sound of a key in the lock causes me to arch my back making my sopping wet pussy the main attraction of the room. Noah closes the door behind him and our eyes meet. A wicked grin plays at my lips as I watch my husband fumble to set the food down and cross the room. He leans down over me kissing my neck before moving to my lips.
I return the kiss passionately plunging my tongue into his hungry mouth. His lips are warm and supple against mine. I wrap one arm around his neck, but my other hand caresses the bulge in his pants. Noah moans into the kiss and I pull him towards me. He nearly stumbles as he goes to his knees. I untie my robe and reveal the rest of my nude body to him. He looks up at me for a moment, before sucking one of my perky nipples into his mouth.
His lips and teeth working over my breast makes me moan and my fingers move quicker. They twirl around my clit mimicking the action I know his tongue will soon be recreating on my sex. I pull my breast away from Noah and draw his attention back to my hungry pussy. Gently, I guide his face between my thighs and lay my legs over his shoulders. My fingers entwine in his thick brown hair as he kisses my mound. I arch my hips and rub my sex against his face, moaning as the friction sends delightful bolts through out my body.
“Eat my pussy, you dirty boy!” I hiss at him.
His tongue darts between the lips of my sex and twirls around my swollen nub. I moan again and rub my pussy against his face. I recline on the sofa allowing myself to revel in the delicious feeling of his tongue lapping at my wetness. Noah moves to stroke himself, but I grab his hands, and hold them, as he eats me out. He's too close to the edge now, and if we want to make love later he's going to have to suffer through the throbbing of his cock for now.
My eyes roll back in my head as the heat in my belly spreads throughout my body. I can feel the flush of my nearing climax traveling over me, starting between my thighs and touching every inch of my being.
“Keep licking my pussy! That's right, eat me, Noah! Eat me!” I say breathless as his tongue frantically moves over my clit.
His warm tongue continues to twirl around my nub, moving it this way and that as I moan loudly.
“Noah!” I call out, “Oh, Noah! I'm almost there! Don't stop now!”
I tug at his hair and rub my pussy against his face again. My eyes roll back in my head, and pull his hair harder as I orgasm. My body shudders as bolts of satisfacti
on shoot through me, shaking my very soul. Noah's tongue keeps lapping at my pussy even after the energy of my release has subsided. I lay back against the sofa enjoying the gentle movements of his tongue as I come back to reality.
I pant hard as I move my legs off of him, and pull him up to me by his hands. I kiss him passionately, tasting my own sex on his tongue. His hard-on throbs against my leg as his hungry brown eyes look into mine.
“Soon,” I promise and nibble his bottom lip, “Soon.”
I break the kiss and stand up, pulling Noah to his feet. His deep brown eyes are full of love and lust as he looks down at me. Noah is a half a foot taller than my five foot six inches. His broad muscular build makes me feel safe when I'm wrapped in his arms.
He kisses me softly and I begin to unbutton his shirt. I run my hands over his chest and stomach, reveling in the feeling of his muscles flexing under my touch.
“Take off your pants,” I whisper in his ear.
Noah grins at me and strips off the rest of his clothing. I look at his throbbing erection and smile. My thighs rub together in anticipation of later tonight, when my pussy will consume his thick manhood and milk out of it our mutual satisfaction. I wrap my hand around him and squeeze just for a second, causing his eyelids to flutter. I let go of his manhood and head into the kitchen.
Noah brings in our food and begins to set up dinner. I grab two sodas from the fridge, settle into my seat, and break apart my chopsticks. I can feel Noah's lustful eyes on me as I eat slowly reveling in the feel of the foreign spices dancing on my tongue.
After dinner Noah and I clear the table and head back into the living room. I sit on the sofa and Noah lays with his head on my lap.
“How was your day?” He asks looking up at me.
I run my fingers across his chest, brushing against his nipples. He tenses for a moment and I smile as I watch his nipples become just as erect as his manhood is standing. I squeeze one of them gently between my thumb and forefinger and he hisses as pain and pleasure mingle.
“It was pretty boring. Both of the lawyers were out on cases most of the day, and I spent the time reorganizing the filing system.” I tell him as I watch his hips wiggle and arch as I squeeze his nipple again, “How was your day?”
“I had that big meeting today, and I don't remember most of what was said,” he chuckled.
“And just what were you thinking about?” I ask him coyly and tug a little harder at his nipple.
“You,” he grins. “This morning. Tonight.”
I laugh and move so that I can reach his other nipple too. I roll them between my fingers enjoying the sounds of pleasure my administrations evoke from my Noah.
“Rebecca!” He begs. “I want you so badly!”
I lean down and kiss him, caressing his face gently.
“It's almost time,” I coo to him.
I play with his nipples a bit longer before leading him up to our bedroom. My hips swing with each step I take and I can feel Noah staring at my ass. My pussy is wet again and my need is just as urgent as his, but we have to wait just a little longer. It's always better the longer I make him wait.
We lay on the bed and I rest my head on Noah's chest. One of my hands wrap around his thick manhood and the other strokes my clit. I hold his manhood as I play with myself. I don't stroke or squeeze him, but simply keep a grip on him to let him know I'm thinking about him.
I moan every now and then as my fingers work my sex into a frenzy. My other hand moves down to his boys and cups them gently. I roll them around my fingers reveling in the feeling of power his arousal gives me. Noah moans loudly and I look into his eyes. He's in need of attention and I can deny him no longer.
Slowly, I move towards his manhood and recapture it. I lick of its tip and he hisses in pleasure, drawing in a sharp breath. He's throbbing against my hand and as I lick his shaft. My tongue moves over him slowly, teasing and tantalizing him. His hips arch, pushing his manhood higher into the air as I lick him. I place my hand on his stomach to keep him still, because I don't want to feel like I'm bobbing for apples.
I lick Noah until I see pre-cum oozing onto the head of his manhood. Then I straddle over him, keeping my pussy just out of his reach. I brush my wetness against his manhood briefly and pull away again. Noah rests with his arms behind his head enjoying our familiar game.
Suddenly, I grab his manhood and guide it into my hungry body. He gasps as my fingers wrap around him. I slide down onto him, slowly, inch by inch consuming him to the hilt. I squeeze him with my pussy as I wiggle my hips. My teeth press into my lower lip as he fills my body, brushing against my sensitive insides. I lean forward changing our position slightly and moan as his manhood brushes against my g-spot.
I ride him slowly stopping every now and then to move in slow little motions back and forth to stimulate my g-spot again. I can feel his dick throbbing inside of me whenever I do this. He needs to find release this time. His hungry eyes tell me he can't take much more waiting.
I move harder as I find my rhythm. Up and down over his shaft, holding his cock in a death grip with my hungry pussy. I can feel his pre-cum oozing into my body and it feels delicious. As we both get closer to the edge Noah's strong hands grip my hips to help me move. His fingers dig into my flesh and urge me on.
My own fingers find my clit and frantically massage it. The heat in my belly is spreading and is ready to explode if I can only get it over the edge. I slam my body down over his cock again and again. My legs and back are aching, but my hungry pussy won't let me stop. I feel as if my sanity depends on my orgasm.
Noah bucks up into me as I move. His cock brushes against my secret spots making me moan out in pleasure at the height of every thrust. My body is quivering in pleasure. I have to brace myself on his chest to keep my balance as I inch towards release. His hungry mouth captures mine and bite my tongue. My eyes roll back into my head and my orgasm carries my mind away from reality. The only things that still matter are my pussy and Noah's hard throbbing prick.
Noah's strong hands hold me up and help me to keep moving as wave after wave of pleasure leaves me disoriented. I can feel his dick twitching more often now and know he's close to the edge. I lean down and bite his nipple hard, squeeze his cock with my pussy at the same time.
Noah calls out triumphantly and his hot seed explodes into my body. I keep riding him hard and fast until every last drop of sperm has been milked from him and he goes soft inside of me. I collapse on top of him, without breaking the bond our hips have formed. I rest my head on his chest as I pant, trying to catch my breath.
Noah wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly. I can feel his seed and my juices of desire pooling around my sex and thighs.
“I love you, Rebecca,” Noah whispers in my ear.
“I love you too,” I tell him.
We cuddle until Noah falls asleep. I'm still wide awake so I head into the shower. A grin played at my lips as I washed away the proof our lovemaking left behind. I leaned against the shower wall and allowed the hot water to wash over me for a few minutes before turning the water off. I dried off and headed back into the kitchen for seconds. Sex always made me hungry. I reheated dinner and ate slowly, as my mind replayed the love I had just made with Noah. A blinking red light caught my attention. After a second I realized that it was the light that meant Noah had a message on his cellphone. I grabbed it and flipped it open and instantly wished I hadn't.
“I had a very nice time at lunch today. I hope to do it again soon, if your wife will let you out of her sight.
Lots-a-love,
Nelly!”
I slammed his phone shut and stared at my plate in disbelief. Was my Noah seeing another woman? No, that was impossible. He came home to me tonight hard as hell and ready for a romp the moment he walked through the door. Well, that didn't mean much did it? Noah always seemed to be ready for sex. He was a man after all.
I paced the kitchen not sure what to do. I wanted to confront him about it, but was afraid that
my assumptions were correct, and if they were I didn't want to think of what would happen next. Would Noah leave me for this Nelly-bitch? Would I be able to stay with him knowing that he had violated our marriage vows and fucked another woman? I sat back down and lay my head on the table.
“Please, God,” I whispered to the table, “Let me be wrong.”
A few hours later, I convinced myself that I was only making it worse by loosing sleep. I had a busy day ahead of me at work come morning, and sleep deprivation could mean faulty research. The law firm I worked for had several high-profile cases underway and I couldn't afford to screw them up.
By the time I woke up in the morning I was more than convinced that Noah was cheating on me. I even dreamed about Nelly. In my dream she had been a barely legal blonde with tits bigger than her brains, that floated around the room in a top two sizes two small. She wore one of those raunchy skirts that showed her ass cheeks as she walked.
