by Rita Hestand
“You tempt me to madness.”
She grew breathlessly quiet.
He undid his clothes and let them fall beside hers. Then he rejoined her on the bed. He gazed at her in wonder. How could he want her so badly knowing who she was? No answers came, no answers needed. He didn’t search for any. They wanted each other. That was enough, and the thrill that it was mutual drove him near insanity.
He glanced at her arching breasts as she lay flat against the bed once more.
Her nipples were not black, but purple and puckered as he came closer. His hands glided smoothly over her, feeling the textures of her, touching and appreciating her immediate response. As her body pouted for him, he dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. One at a time, he savored them. Wetting them with his tongue, then swirling about the nipples, first one then the other, making sure he gave them both ample attention as she writhed beneath him. He slowly massaged the tightened nubs with his tongue heating them. Her breasts spilled from his hand as he tried to grasp them both in one hand. He buried his nose in her cleavage as he held each side together. He couldn’t believe how beautiful they were, so young and yet so fully developed. He could look at them all day, so perfect, so pouting, so wanting. His tongue circled the nipples again. She moaned
aloud and wiggled in his arms. The dark purple of her areolas beckoned him for more.
“Tell me if you like what I’m doing. I want to know if you like my touches.”
“I feel like I’m on fire,” she moaned softly in his ear. “I love your touches.”
His head dipped again to suckle her nipple, pulling gently, teasing, tasting, and licking. Her breast seemed to reach up to him and he smiled. “God, honey I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I saw you at the creek that day, bathing.”
“You saw me…at the creek?”
“Every inch of you.”
“But how, I made sure no one was about. I always do.”
“A spyglass is an amazing tool.” He smiled and kissed her pouting lips. “I couldn’t stop staring. I’ve never seen such beauty in my life.”
Her hands splayed against his back, rubbing, kneading, and sometimes
clawing, as his lips teased and tempted. She buried her head against his neck, kissing him, speaking soft love words to him as he caressed her.
His kisses grew hotter, and she panted and thrust herself against him, offering herself to him. He stared at her for wordless minutes. They were both out of breath. Her waist was so small compared to her rounded hips. He brought her on her side and ran his hands over her from the proud peaks of her breasts to the swell of her hips. His hands glided over the smooth, taut skin, caressing. He found the crevice of her backside and his fingers delved against her there for long lingering moments, touching, teasing them both with the forbidden.
She drew a shuddering breath and moaned softly. “Oh, baby.” She cried out as he suddenly licked his finger, and then gently pushed it inside her anus. A soft moan came from her throat while she moved against him.
“You like that?” He pulled her on top of him and continued to explore her. His hands slowed as he lingered, cupping her hips hard against his own. Her ring tightened, taking him deeper and he smiled.
“Oh yes. It’s so…good,” she whispered. “It excites me, makes me burn for you.”
Not wanting to hurt her, he sought her sweet treasure with his lips, turning her so he could lave her tight star gently with his tongue. Then, after he was sure she
was wetted, his fingers glided inside her once more, and she squeezed herself against him. Her muscles contracted, and he eased his fingers in and out of her slowly at first, then more swiftly as she responded with coos and moans of delight. He’d never touched a woman so intimately before. He wanted to touch her everywhere, taste every part of her.
Then he eased her onto her back so he could gently run his tongue down to the sweet, dark curls between her legs. He gasped as she opened her legs to him. She was warm and wet for him; he inhaled the sweetness of her. A cool sweat peppered her glowing skin as he stared up at her. He groaned. How could sweat make someone more beautiful? She spread her legs farther apart, allowing him every freedom with her body.
She welcomed him as she threw back her head and sighed with unnamed
pleasure. He gently suckled her womanhood, letting his tongue dart in and out repeatedly. She thrust herself up so his mouth could have better access. Tenderly, he flicked his tongue against the hard nub, keeping his strokes gentle, constant, until she climaxed and he could sip the sweet nectar of their lovemaking.
His lips surrounded her nub over and over, caressing it with tender attention, then sucked it into his mouth and manipulated the hard nub against his lips and tongue until she was writhing with unspent desire again. Her legs gently circled his head and pulled him closer. Her scent enticed him when his tongue sent her nearly over the edge of madness once more. Her fingernails dug into his back as she held him ever closer.
He tasted her dark pink folds, laving her there, kissing her, tasting, while his lips continued to send her higher. She clutched the bed sheet tightly, and he pleasured her with merely the thrust of his tongue. He had found her core and gently urged her toward another climax. Driven by a need far more powerful than his waning control, he savored every inch of her. His tongue ran the length of her sweetness then delved inside to experience more of her.
The way her hips met his invasion was all the invitation he needed when her body arched gloriously for him. She smelled of flowers, as though she’d bathed just for him. He couldn’t believe she smelled so sweet, her taste addictive.
“God meant for man and woman to come together, Maggie. I want you so.” His words feathered against her, making her shiver with barely controlled delight. He eased upward as he bore into her folds, so soft in comparison to him. He entered her inch by inch, stopping when he felt the resistance of her tight sheathe. A virgin? His mind exploded. Shocked and pleased as he rocked against her, gently at first, he pushed inside her. But the pain didn’t stop her from responding to him. She spread her soft thighs wide, allowing him to slide deeper, enveloping his manhood.
Afraid he’d hurt her, he eased out, temporarily controlling himself. “You should have told me.”
“Would you have made love to me if I had?”
“No, probably not.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted this, needed this.” She clung to him and waited. “Please, don’t stop loving me.”
“My God, you don’t know what you offer!”
“I guess I’m a little overdue.” She nipped his ear, then flicked her hot tongue inside. “I’m nineteen, and I’ve never had a man. Never wanted one till now. I live in my little Garden of Eden, alone, but I’ve often longed for someone to love, to make love to me. I never dreamed it would be this good, though. I wanted you, and yet I was scared…scared you’d be like my father was to my mother, and scared you’d reject me because of my color.”
“No man could reject you, my love,” he said in a strangled voice.
Her eyes held tears, but not fear or sadness. She cuddled against him. He entered her with a thrust. She moaned her pleasure. “Go higher, go as far inside me as you can. I want to be one with you.” She gasped. Her hips began to work him in deeper, methodically. How had she learned that? It delighted him to be her first and shocked him that such a woman had never been touched. How could anyone so beautiful be untouched? As she coaxed him, he kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue swirling toward her throat, massaging her, going deep into her mouth as he pressed deeper inside her. He kept up a slow rhythm until she thrust herself upward repeatedly. They rode their pleasures to the highest peak and
together in one choired moan, they reached the top. His lips suckled her breasts over and over, teasing them as Maggie slowly came off the euphoric high.
Their coming together was special, and he knew he was in big trouble. He wanted her, and he didn’t want to turn her in. He blanked the th
ought quickly.
Nothing would mar his moment with her. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her as she became an eager participant once more. He deliberately slowed down and looked into her love-drugged eyes. “Easy, honey. We want this to last a while. I want you on fire for me, again.” He smiled. “You’re delicious. Did you know that? I could taste you all night long and never get a fill of you.”
She smiled. “Well, you don’t need to build a fire, honey. I feel like a flame when you’re inside me.” She cooed and pulled him closer. Uninhibited now, she thrust her breasts upward for his touch and kisses, smiling when he took them into his mouth once more. Her breath hitched, and her hands clawed at him as he ravished her eagerly. “I love how you touch me. I never dreamed it could be so good. I mean, when I saw my mama raped, I thought all men were animals. But when I met you, I sensed something very different. So gentle and kind…somehow I knew you wouldn’t be an animal.”
“I’m glad I please you, and I would never hurt you. I love how your body responds to everything I do.” He murmured against the hard tip of her nipple as his lips drew on each one. He played there for a long while, watching how her breasts puckered as though they had a mind of their own. Her hips thrust upward with abandon, and she moaned aloud.
“Oh my God, I’ve never…how can I want you this much?”
“I know, honey. That’s what makes you so special. I want to just stay inside you all day, forever. You’re so hot and wet. I never dreamed a woman could love like this. You’re so uninhibited.”
“I can’t believe you want me as much as I want you.”
He smiled, and while they rode the highs of their passion, his fingers caressed her. She was wild with sweat and wanting him. He felt her rise to the passion, and she kissed his nipples boldly as he continued to make love to her. He jerked from her eager touches. She was no longer shy in making love. Her hands reached for his buttocks and squeezed. He moaned.
“I want you so bad, baby.”
“Let’s climb the mountain together then, honey.” As his lips caressed her nipples once more, she screamed the ecstasy of the moment. The cry pierced the air. For long, star-studded moments they stayed there, enjoying the feel of peaking together and making it last longer by loving each other as much as they could.
Later after they rested, he looked at her body then slowly rolled her over. He moved down on her, kissing all the way. His tongue explored her crevice, sliding in and out and then pushing at her anus, licking and caressing her there until she moaned.
“I want to make love to you here. I won’t hurt you, but I won’t do it if you object,” he whispered.
“Your touch is so gentle, so tender, I think I might let you do anything,” she breathed raggedly.
“Maggie, you don’t know what you offer.” He kissed her back, trailing his lips over her, up and down, till he reached the soft roundness of her buttocks once more.
He inserted his fingers inside her slowly, working to make sure she could fit him. She moved herself against him, moaning as though she wanted it as much as he, her thighs spreading as she raised herself for his entry.
“God, Maggie, you’re so beautiful. Your skin is like silk. Tell me if I hurt you,”
he murmured as he continued to massage her. As she lifted her hips, he was able to run his other hand around her and enter her from both directions.
He gasped. “I’ve never known a woman like you before. So trusting, so able to love a man. But you have a beautiful set of hips, so round and full. I want to be as close to you as I can in every way,” he said, pulling her buttocks apart so he could watch his finger going slowly inside her. He added another, stretching her entrance a bit more.
She moved as though a fever had taken hold of her. “I can’t help the way I react to you. I can’t help wanting you as many ways as there is to want a man. My body feels as though it’s just opening up to you of its own accord. I so want your love inside of me.”
He kissed her entrance, wetting her further, holding her hips higher so his tongue could lick. After long moments of stretching, he removed his fingers and slid his manhood inside very slowly, inching his way until her buttocks were flush against him, his rod, full and hard. He pulled her against him as she began to move back and forth like a dancer, all the while accepting him deeper as she relaxed and let him take her. Her words had inflamed him. Never had any woman allowed him such freedom. Her very surrender drove him into wild abandon. She was too tight, felt too good, and he could not hold out. Spilling himself, he rubbed fingers abrasively against her nub until she too was spent.
The bed was damp from their sweat. Her hair lay in ringlets, their bodies trying to cool from climaxing. The air was filled with the scent of their love.
Coming off the mountain, she lay in his arms, content, kissing him tenderly.
She seemed speechless for a long while, basking in his touches, his kisses.
Holding on to him tightly as though he might go away.
“You are some kind of woman, Maggie.” His lips touched her cheek. The word love was on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated to use it. What other emotion could possibly be this strong? A few times with Maggie would never be enough.
He wanted a lifetime of her.
“I can’t believe it. I just met you. How can this be? How can it be so powerful, so perfect?” she questioned, her lips forming a satisfied smile.
“Sometimes, time doesn’t matter.”
“It seems so sinful to want a man so quickly, and I’ve never even had a man before you. Is making love always this good?” Her fingers gently slid over him.
“No, not unless you’ve got the right person. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s body so much. You allow so much pleasure between us. You’re so open, so honest, and so adorably sweet.”
She cuddled against him. His manhood was not asleep.
He pulled her up and held her by her hips, his hands massaging her. The smoothness of her skin encouraged him to explore, his fingers occasionally dipping inside her as she squeezed him again. She squirmed with open delight.
“Oh Jesse, honey, yes…” she cried out loud.
Jesse had never had a woman like Maggie, one who was on fire for his touch, so eager, so honest with what she wanted. No games or flirting. There was nothing prim and proper about her, but she had been a virgin and that stunned him.
He couldn’t think when she was in his arms. He only felt. She was wet and hot and ready for him every time. The room steamed as they continued pleasuring each other. His hands were never still, and hers began to explore, too. No woman had ever let him touch and kiss every part of her before. He couldn’t get enough of her breasts, so full and luscious as his hands sought her. His lips caressed her cheek, and on to her luscious lips, his tongue lapping. He kneaded the round mounds of her hips with his hands, caressing her there. Her skin was like a pure silk, so smooth.
“I want inside you again,” he whispered.
“Yes, baby, yes. I’m tingling to my toes. I can’t believe you touched me there, and that it feels so good to me. You know what that does to me, don’t you?”
“I hope the same thing it does to me.” He smiled as he glanced up at her. “I can’t keep my hands off you. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life, the way you move, the way you open to me.”
Jesse explored the inside of one ear with the tip of his tongue, then he blew, and goose pimples rose on her skin. Dipping his head once more, he circled her folds. She dropped her legs way open to allow him to look at her. His eyes took her in, as she spread her womanhood. His tongue darted out to lick, and she jolted. Instinctively, he knew she was still sensitive from the last love making, so he took his time laving her. She didn’t seem to mind. Amazed at her beauty, he parted her soft folds once more and saw the blush of her, his tongue working as she moved sinuously against him in a provocative dance. His tongue darted out to tease, and she quivered with each lick. She wound her legs around his head and pulled him down s
o he could feel and taste every sensitive curve of her womanhood. She moaned raggedly when he licked, first slowly, then faster against her hard nub. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it until she writhed with passion.
When her gentle sighs became louder, proclaiming her readiness, he eased his way inside her warmth. She responded with an erotic dance like he’d never seen.
Her body moved with a physical kind of music, drawing him closer, deeper, and faster.
She wound her legs around his backside, drawing him inside. Her muscles worked him, inviting him in. He rolled her over and, swinging his feet to the floor, he stood and carried her around the room, glorying in their union, as he thrust inside her repeatedly until she was sighing aloud and panting. Pleasure outweighed the pain in his shoulder. She was light as a feather as she held herself tight against him. Her breasts prodded him. Nothing mattered but having her as close as he could. Tugging her toward him, sliding deeper, and reveling in her excitement.
“Take me, baby, all the way,” she whispered. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”
He pressed her to the wall and held her there, rocking his hips in a circular motion as she melted against him. Her hands cupped his butt cheeks, exciting him even further as she ran her fingers across him. Once more they reached the top, ecstasy making them moan and groan for more. She slid down, and he picked her up and carried her to the bed. They snuggled together for a long while, touching each other for pleasure, enjoying the hot desire they both felt. The freedom to love unashamed, unabashed, trusting each other in their needs and wants.
When they fell asleep, he cradled her against him, his hands splaying over her breasts protectively.
