A Sweet and Sassy Match

by Stevie MacFarlane

  “Brandy, I want you to think of yourself as a leaf, a pretty red and gold leaf floating gently on the current. You’re not going anywhere in particular, just enjoying the ride. The sun is shining through the trees, dappling the water with stars. Every now and then, you approach a little ledge, but you glide over it effortlessly, totally relaxed and happy.”

  As he continued talking, his right hand stroked her breasts, plucking gently at her nipples. He moved lower, sliding over her stomach, rubbing gently on her womb until he reached her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles, retreating whenever he felt the slightest twinge in her bottom. He didn’t fuck her with his fingers in any way; he was just a presence in her body, judging her response and his timing. Her breathing accelerated yet again, her moans of pleasure becoming stronger as he worked his magic.

  “Sweetheart, you’re getting closer aren’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she moaned, beginning to pant.

  “It’s okay, Baby, just remember what I’ve told you. Stay open to me in all ways and when your climax comes over you, instead of clenching it in, push it out, alright? Don’t hold back anything from me; let me have it all, Honey. Your cries, your moans; they’re all beautiful, and when the time comes, flood my hand with all of you.”

  Picking up his pace, just a little, Mike continued slowly rubbing her clit. Her hips bucked, but he never changed his slow, steady rhythm. She was soaked with sweat, her head tossing back and forth, but he would not be hurried. This was too important to them both.

  “You’re a pretty little leaf, Brandy, and the water is picking up speed. There’s a small waterfall ahead, but don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “Just glide over.”

  Brandy felt it coming and it was impossible to stop. If her head blew off, there was nothing she could do about it. She listened to his voice, and when it grabbed her, she pushed out gently, her womb exploding in joy. It was unlike any climax she’d ever experienced. So deep and powerful she didn’t understand that the guttural moans she heard were her own voice. He wanted her to flood his hand, well he got that and more and for a moment she was afraid she’d peed on the table. Her body trembled and shook and the throbbing inside her went on and on, but merciful heavens, there was no pain, anywhere.

  Mike was kissing her face and running his strong hands over her body when she finally opened her eyes.

  “Oh my God,” she cried, pulling him to her as tears flowed from her eyes. “That was incredible, and you are a blessing from heaven.” She sobbed into his shoulder. “I can’t believe you were able to do that.”

  “You did it, baby,” he told her with a smile. “You trusted me and listened to me, but you did it and I’m so proud of you. I know how you’ve suffered with this,” he told her, picking her up off the table and holding her in his arms. “Each time will get easier now that we know for sure what we’re doing and we will get better at it.”

  “Mike, I don’t see how it could possibly get better,” she argued. “It was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. Now let’s take care of you,” she grinned, biting his ear lobe.

  “Not yet,” he told her, laying her on the bed and following her down. “I have to see what happens the second time and maybe the third.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  Mike just grinned.

  All in all, he brought her to four climaxes without a headache although none was as strong as the first. When she was not much more than a pile of goo, he put her on her hands and knees and rode her from behind. He didn’t want to chance coming in contact with her clit and spoiling all their hard work by bringing on a headache.

  Brandy enjoyed every second of his penetration, and he didn’t even complain when she tightened her inner muscles around him. He just moaned in appreciation and lost his mind.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sam unzipped the silver dress and lifted it over Johanna’s head. Taking it to the closet, he returned it to the garment bag, kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his cuff links. Returning to the bedroom, he smiled as he watched her.

  Johanna had taken the pins out of her hair and pulled it back into a pony tail. Leaning toward the dresser in her bra and crinoline, she removed her earrings and reached back for the clasp of her necklace.

  “You look like a pin-up girl right out of the fifties,” he told her, coming up behind her and brushing her hands away. Sam unhooked the pretty diamond pendant and handed it to her.

  “Is that a good thing?” she asked.

  “It’s a very good thing,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her from behind and nibbling on her ear. “As a matter of fact, it’s one of my favorite times in history. If I could go back in time, that’s where I’d go.”

  “Why?” she asked curiously.

  “It was a prosperous time. The war was over and the feminist movement hadn’t started. Women stayed home, were in fact glad to be there after so many of them had to work during the war. Men were the breadwinners, the undisputed heads of their households and respected. The country was patriotic, children respected their elders, and the elderly were cherished as important members of the family. There were no street drugs or thugs or gang violence. If a man owned a gun, it was for hunting or something handed down for generations. Women were feminine,” he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. “They wore dresses and petticoats, stocking and garters; they baked homemade pies and cookies and had the family over for Sunday dinners. It was a far cry from the slums of Philadelphia,” he finished, releasing her and taking his shirt off.

  “Did you have a rough childhood, Sam?” she asked gently.

  “Probably no more so than you,” he replied. “My mother loved us, worked her fingers to the bone for my sister and me and did the best she could. I spent many a day cooped up inside watching reruns of Andy Griffith, I Love Lucy and Happy Days because she couldn’t afford a sitter and didn’t want us running the neighborhood.”

  “Is that where you got your antiquated ideas about women?” she asked seriously.

  Sam laughed.

  “Partially perhaps,” he admitted. “All I know is that I think you’re sexier in that bra and petticoat than any model I’ve ever seen wearing a thousand dollar negligée. I really think we should go shopping for some intimate apparel for you, including a garter belt and stockings.”

  “I don’t know, Sam. I’m a pantyhose kind of girl,” she answered.

  “Do you have them on now?” he inquired with a subtle smile.

  “No, I already took them off. Why?”

  “Come here, baby, and sit on my lap. I want to show you something.”

  “I’ll bet you do,” she giggled as she bounced over to him and fell into his arms. She wasn’t giggling for long.

  Sitting on the bed, Sam positioned her on his lap sideways and she wrapped one arm around his neck. Starting at her ankle he slowly slid his hand along the inside of her leg. Higher and higher he moved, forcing her to spread her legs a little farther apart. When he reached the inside of her thigh he stroked the delicate skin, his fingers igniting fires.

  “Now, in pantyhose, all this sensitive skin would be covered wouldn’t it?” he asked softly, his voice a little raspy.

  “Yes,” she answered with a shiver.

  “And with stockings,” he continued, moving down to her ankle again and sliding upward, “all this skin would be covered until we get to this area, right here,” he said, gliding his fingers along the inside of her upper thigh. “This area would be bare and it just seems a shame to cover it up when it’s so soft and silky, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she panted.

  “Besides that, with pantyhose I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he whispered as he tapped atop her silken panties, directly over her clit, “and that would be almost a crime, huh, Baby?”

  “Oh yes, Sam,” she moaned into his neck.

  Sam smiled.

  “Just think of all this beautiful, sensitive skin being covered with tight nylon. I wou
ldn’t be able to do this,” he continued, slipping his finger into the side of her panties and stroking oh so gently across the top of her clit. “And this would be almost impossible,” he continued, sliding firmly between her lips, his way already slick with her juices. Plunging his thick finger into her, he had her quaking with tremors. “Besides all those important points, with stockings I could, at any time, pull your little panties off and take you. I could bend you over the kitchen table and sink my cock into you from behind or I could pull you down on my lap and push those annoying little things aside while you ever so slowly sank down on me. If you were facing away from me, I could rub this pretty little button while I held you still, full of my cock until you exploded all around me. Just think of the possibilities, angel,” he pleaded as he circled her nub.

  Johanna was beside herself. Clutching at him with both hands and sucking frantically on his neck she broke the surface enough to yell.

  “Stockings, belts, I don’t give a shit. I’ll go naked if that’s what you want, just please, take me!”

  “Of course I’m going to take you, baby,” he whispered, his finger deep and still inside her. “Can’t you feel how hard I am beneath you? How ready I am to make you fully mine?”

  “I can’t feel anything but your hands on me,” she panted. “I ache for you, Sam.”

  Sam kissed her, holding her still as his tongue teased hers until she almost bit it. The stiff petticoats irritated her damp skin as his hand returned to her thigh, damn him.

  Sitting her up, he helped her stand. Steadying her until she gained a little control, he released her and flopped back against the pillows.

  “Undress for me Johanna,” he told her, smiling.

  She didn’t care, not one whit, if he teased her until hell froze over, as long as he relieved the fire he’d started in her soul. Reaching for the ties on the vintage petticoats, he stopped her.

  “Bra first, baby.”

  “Fine,” she growled, taking it off so fast, he almost missed it. Grabbing for the strings again she quickly untied the first two and let them drop, kicking them away, but the third one was difficult and she ended up with a knot. Frustrated to the point of tears, she stomped her foot and let out a sob.

  Sam rose from the bed easily and removed the rest of his clothes. If there had been any doubt in her mind about just how badly he wanted her, it was a distant memory now. The size of his erection no longer intimidated her. He had patiently worked with her, making her take larger and larger dildos until he felt she could accommodate him without too much difficulty. Besides, the way she felt right now, she didn’t care if he had a baseball bat springing from his groin; she was having it, every last inch!

  Sitting back down on the bed, he called her to him, working far too slowly on the knot as far as she was concerned. Impatient and frustrated, she wiggled and danced from one foot to the other until he dropped his hands.

  “You know, if you were to hold still, we might be able to get you out of this,” he informed her.

  “Fuck me with it on,” she demanded. “This is entirely your fault anyway.”

  “How so?” he asked, hiding his grin and pulling one of the ties free.

  “You and your sneaky ways,” she shot back. “You teased me until I was half a second from coming and then you stopped. That wasn’t very nice, Sam.”

  “First of all, I fully intend to make love to you, not fuck you. Second, I will tease you any time and any way I want to, so get used to it,” he told her, giving her a crisp smack on her ass. “There, you’re free,” he said, dropping the ties. “Now finish undressing.”

  “Grrr,” she growled, whipping off the petticoat and flinging it aside while he lay back against the pillows, watching her. Turning her back to him, she pulled the hair tie from her pony tail and let her long dark tresses slip down her back. Sliding her thumbs into the waistband of her skimpy white panties, she wiggled her ass, putting on quite a show. It took her almost as long to get those panties off as it did to get out of the last petticoat, by the time she was done gyrating.

  “Johanna, you’re being a very naughty girl,” Sam informed her sternly, despite the huge grin on his face, which she couldn’t see. “Maybe you need a spanking before we…”

  “No,” she squealed, dropping the troublemakers and spinning around.

  “Alright then, come to Daddy,” he laughed, holding out his arms.

  Johanna made a flying leap at the bed and Sam caught her in his arms. Flipping her beneath him, he brushed the hair off her face and cupped her head in his hands.

  “Woman, do you have any idea how much I adore you?” he asked, nibbling on her lips.

  “I have a good idea, but maybe if you could show me one more time why I should wear stockings it might become clearer,” Jo offered hopefully.

  “No,” he whispered, kissing along her collar bone and moving slowly lower. “Right now, we should discuss why I think we should look into buying you some pretty little clips for your nipples,” he told her just before latching onto one of those berry ripe buds and sucking gently.

  “Ohhh, that would work, too,” she panted, pulling his head closer.

  “Although, I do like those bras with the cutouts,” he informed her, moving to her other breast. “Your nipples would always be available to me to suck and play with,” he murmured between laving and sucking on her sweet peak.

  “Yes, Sam, yes,” she whimpered. “Anything you want.”

  Moving to his side, he kept her nipple in his mouth and used his leg to spread hers apart. His hand stroked her belly and moved into the valley between her thighs. She was dripping wet and riding his hand, trying for all she was worth to make contact.

  Releasing her nipple, he nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear as his finger finally stroked her clit, with a feather light touch.

  “I was also thinking that I would like to buy a paddle with little heart cutouts. That way when I spank you, your pretty little ass will have an adorable design.”

  Johanna arched her back right off the bed and Sam’s dick screamed at him to shut up. Not only was he driving her crazy, he was also torturing himself. About one more breathy moan and he would come all over her, and not in a good way. Reaching under the pillow he retrieved the little vibrator he’d placed there earlier.

  Moving quickly between her thighs, he knelt and spread her legs, hooking them over his arms. He placed the little egg between her lower lips, nestling it firmly over her clit, and set the remote next to his knee. The cold silver egg startled her and her eyes flew open, but when he hit the button to turn it on low, she sighed in pleasure. Positioning his erection at her wet opening, he called her name.

  “Johanna, look at me,” he ordered hoarsely. When her eyes opened he continued. “I want your promise that if there is any pain, you’ll stop me. I’m not talking about a little discomfort; there will be that and a feeling of fullness that you will get used to and come to enjoy over time. I’m talking about pain, Honey. Do you promise?”

  “Sam,” she told him darkly, “if you don’t make love to me right this minute with everything you have, I swear I will tie you to this bed some night while you’re asleep, tease you for hours and then ride you until one of us can’t walk for a week.”

  For a moment, Sam froze, and then an evil grin came over his face. He clicked the egg up another notch and slide inside her. It was a tight fit, very tight, and his roar of pleasure sent a shiver up her spine. He did not hold back, and she didn’t stop him.

  Jo felt him hit her womb time and again, filling her far more than any toy he’d used on her. There was no way in hell she would complain as she watched the man she loved come unglued. She was torn between her own pleasure and watching his, which fascinated her. Gone was the measured, controlled man, and in his place was the man she’d wanted since the first time. A man so consumed with desire for her, it was impossible for him to restrain himself. She wanted him to be like her, helpless against the passion, u
nable to hold anything back. His head was thrown back, the cords in his neck throbbing in time with his thrusts. She felt wonderful, elated, and she was smiling when Sam looked up at her.

  A deep growl was all she heard before Sam unhooked her legs, hit the egg twice and put both of his hands under her ass. He grasped her hips and pulled her to him.

  “Oh no, baby girl,” he said roughly. “You’re coming with me.”

  Jo couldn’t decide if that was a threat or a warning, but in the end it didn’t matter. Each firm thrust pushed that marvelous little toy tightly against her clit, and Sam held her in place as he felt the first contraction, making her ride it out for his enjoyment. It was almost unbearable, holding back his orgasm as her tight pussy clamped around him in rhythmic torture, but he bit his cheek and held on.

  Knowing how sensitive she would be, he shut off the toy but continued to thrust slowly and firmly into her. Somebody had a lesson to learn about who was in control, and he was just the man to teach it. As soon as he felt her loosen around him, he turned the egg back on and picked up speed, enjoying her scream of surprise as she almost immediately shot into another orgasm. This time, he let loose and joined her, his release so strong, his teeth tingled. When she had milked every drop from him, he collapsed at her side and gathered her into his arms, kissing her head as she rested her cheek on his chest. It took a while to catch his breath, but when he did, he slapped her ass.

  “Hey,” she cried, her head popping up in surprise. “What was that for?”

  “Don’t play games with me, little girl,” he warned. “I’ll make you come so many times, you’ll faint, and then I’ll wake you up and do it again. In my bed, you are a participant, not an observer.”

  “Actually, Sam, this is my bed,” she told him crisply. “But I am sorry,” she said more gently, cupping his cheek with her hand. Her indigo eyes darkened as she gathered her words carefully.

  “Does it please you to watch me come apart in your hands? When you make me so crazy with need I’ll agree to almost anything?” she asked.