The Power of Tess

by Angelina J. Windsor

  He doesn’t give me a second to recover, but separates my pussy lips further apart with his fine thick fingers, poising the tip of his cock at my entrance. He pushes and I feel the tightness and pinching of the restriction give way. Totally. He fills me, bonding our physical bodies, and the spirituality of our embrace makes us one. Perfectly. He begins to move, slowly at first, his cock rubbing seductively against my clit. He’s huge. My thighs move even further apart and upward while my heels lock around his back to encourage him because it feels so damn good. I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to have this sublime pleasure.

  “Open for me. Let me have it all. I want to fuck that pretty little pink pussy of yours,” he whispers, heating my blood to boiling.

  He lunges into me, bucking away in complete abandon and my wanton pussy demands it all, takes it all. There is no pain, but a primal need to fuck as he drills into me that makes me urge him on. I feel his pleasure mounting and his cock swelling even further. He ploughs into me time and time again until I don’t know where I end and he begins, my flesh quivering from the unknown. It’s better than anything I could have imagined. I love this. I love having this man inside me. Our flesh slaps together in an ancient rhythm that’s existed since the beginning of time, sending my senses barrowing into the abyss. There is no stopping and no escape. Our scents mingle and become a new fragrance. One of pleasure and seduction.

  I reach for and grasp that brass ring at the pinnacle of my physical pleasure. My body releases the pent-up passion that has been building in me since I met Jonathon and I visibly shudder, overcome with passion. A wild kaleidoscope of colors burst outward in my brain like the Aurora Borealis, waves of light dancing while my pussy explodes with the sensation of him pulsing inside me as he comes. I fall over the edge of reason. I lay slumped and totally satiated. My body can barely move. Jonathon collapses onto me, his breathing harsh and ragged from exertion. My heart and body and mind are free.

  We lie still, not talking, and I savor how incredibly at peace I feel. No regrets. I just want to do it again and again and again.

  “You are some woman,” he pushes the wet strands of hair back from my damp cheeks and gazes softly into my eyes.

  I touch his face, feeling like I could get lost inside him forever. “I didn’t know…” I dig around in my mind for words that can explain it. “I didn’t know that it would be like being brand new all over again. Reborn. The world seems a better place with you in it, Jonathon.”

  “That’s about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  Truth lies in the depths of his eyes. I smile happily at him. He makes me feel brave and powerful.

  “But I think I need more practice. I want you to get all you paid for and then some,” I suggest, making my tone sound more innocent. It’s become a game between us and I love playing the role now that it’s voluntary.

  “You are a vixen,” he chuckles and reaches for me. How I love that sweet sound of happiness. “But I’m up for the task if you are.”

  “I want to take what’s left of this costume off,” I say and he obligingly moves off me. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, stripping off each stocking in turn and then undoing the zipper that bound the merry widow to my body.

  Jonathon grabs for one of the stockings as I prepare to toss them on a chair by the bed and grins wickedly at me.

  “I have use of these, since you are mine for hours yet. I did win the auction.”

  “I think it was me that won,” I say. My heart pounds. My palms dampen. What’s he got in mind? He turns me on my stomach and ties my hands one at a time to the bedposts.

  “Now I can do all I want and you can’t stop me,” he says. He ties my feet to the bottom posts with another pair of stockings he’s pulled from a dresser drawer. Ho-ly-cow, but I feel exposed. I can’t see. Breathless and giddy, I wait impatiently, knowing I want this too.

  He heads into the bathroom where I hear water running. He pads back into the room and the bed lowers a bit as he positions himself between my legs. I feel him apply what feels like a warm, wet washcloth to my pussy. It feels erotic and naughty and I wait with bated breath for what’s coming next.

  “I want to take your other virginity.”

  I feel confused for a moment. What other virginity?

  He runs his hands lovingly all over my naked ass. “You are so fine.” He kisses my bottom and then his fingers find my clit. He thumbs it and I catch fire. My pussy instantly soaks from the attention and then he applies a cool substance to my anus, rubbing it in circles. Ho-ly-shit! That’s scary and erotic as all get out and I don’t know how to feel. His fingers continue to drum away at my clit. It’s shameless, wanting his full attention. He pulls my hips up and positions me on my knees—he must have left slack in the bottom ties.

  I feel a slight discomfort and then he pushes a finger into my back passage while he speeds up the attention on my clit, making the sensation over-the-top erotic. He slowly eases another finger in and takes his time allowing me to adjust. His other fingers continue their onslaught on my clit, keeping me horny and ready. I feel so stretched and vulnerable and I succumb to it. Then a new sensation takes hold as he slips his cock back into my pussy. I feel so alive and so naughty and it’s almost too much to bear.

  “You like that, my little sex slave. You can’t deny me. You like being so open. Give it all to me. I want all of you,” he murmurs and I let him have his fill for I want it too. The game is so fucking hot and my body doesn’t care one whit who wants what. It takes over and we ride each other. I feel his breath on my neck as he continues to pleasure my pussy and ass while drumming my clit. Finally, in one last profound thrust he pushes deep, deep inside me, further in than I ever imagined a man could go. I buck wildly against him and we shout out our pleasure as we fall over to the other side. A lovely dark and naughty side there’s no coming back from.

  I’m boneless as he unties me. But there’s more to come for he picks me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he deposits me standing upright in the tub and lets the water sluice over us. He squirts body wash on his hands and applies it to my super-sensitive flesh, lathering me from head to toe. The soap slides off me while he does the same to himself.

  “Remember, no clothes for the next twenty-four hours, even if I have to leave,” he says, helping me out of the tub and then drying me with a towel. I nod. I watch him dry off.

  He gives me a quick spank on the bottom and says, “Now for the last part of your education.”

  What could possibly be next? I’ve given it all to him. What other virginity do I possess? I dutifully follow him back to the bedroom where he sits on the end of the bed and says, holding his now lengthening cock in his own hand. “I want you to take me in that delectable mouth of yours. You said you wanted to practice giving me a full blow job. I’d like to take you up on that offer. What do you say, beautiful? May I come in your mouth?”

  Yes. I like that he has asked like a gentleman. And such dirty talk coming from his sweet mouth turns me on. I get down onto my hands and knees and take him into my mouth. He tastes wonderful, clean and slightly salty and I slowly kiss my way down and then back up the full length. I twirl my tongue on the smooth end and then teasingly go back to kissing his beautiful cock all the way down to his balls. I lock eyes with his and enjoy how his widen as I lick my way up the full length of him to the pulsing tip. I take the velvety end fully into my mouth and am rewarded with a groan of desire. His excitement excites me in turn. My body heats with desire. I grasp the root of his cock tightly and slide my mouth down the entire shaft to join up with my hand, using my saliva as lubricant. I speed up, running my tongue over the plump end and then diving all the way to the end. Over and over.

  “So fuckin’ good! Don’t stop, take me all the way.” He fists my hair in his hands, keeping me from doing that special little trick at the tip.

  I obediently begin to suck him off in earnest, enjoying his loss of control as he pumps into my mo
uth. His body has overheated and I run a hand over his tight ass. The muscles are taut and straining. I place my other hand on his balls and he moans louder. I caress them for maximum effect and then remember a tip from a girlfriend and touch an area that might be virgin for him, sliding a finger wet from my mouth a small way into his ass. It’s too much for him and he spurts his cum into my mouth. Copious amounts, ‘til I’m flooded with it: a pool of life-affirming nectar that makes me smile with satisfaction as I swallow every last bit and suck him dry.

  When I finish he lies back on the bed and it’s my turn to wash him with a warm, damp cloth. I curl by his side, waiting for him to recover. It’s only a few moments before I hear his breathing still and he turns to me.

  “I want to be inside you again,” he murmurs before leaning down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. He trails a line of kisses to my breasts and pops an excited nipple into his mouth, pulling on it with his lips, sucking avidly. It sends tendrils of pleasure to my clit and my pussy clenches with lust and need. He gives the same attention to my other nipple.

  “More, I need you inside me. Now,” I demand, all control gone.

  “I love how you are so ready for me—so incredibly wet all the time,” he says, touching the slickness that’s been growing between my legs.

  I open my legs wide. He pulls another condom over his hard cock and slides back inside me. I’m tender, but my pussy immediately adjusts. The orgasm comes quicker this time; our bodies take over. It explodes around us. I might have died and gone to heaven and just don’t know it yet.

  “You are a marvel, Tess, unbelievable,” Jonathon purrs, propped up on one elbow as we draw breath once more.

  “You weren’t too shabby yourself.” I have never been happier or more satiated. Yumm.

  “I get to see this beautiful body naked for hours yet,” he smugly adds, tweaking one of my nipples. It instantly stiffens, making me restless with desire. I might have nympho tendencies. Lovely.

  “You are insatiable,” he says with obvious satisfaction. He’s sucking on my nipple when the phone rings. Damn. And I was enjoying every nuance, every zing of pleasure soaring though my body.

  “Damn,” he mutters echoing my thoughts before checking his phone to see who’s calling. He turns it off without answering it. Good. He gives me a look of speculation.

  A twinkle in his eyes as he glances at me tells me he’s going to say something quite interesting.

  “Since we’ve been interrupted anyway, how about going out? I want to show you off. We could get a bite to eat. I’ve certainly worked up an appetite. You got to feed a man, beautiful, if you want him to stay hard all day.”

  “Okay. We can’t have you fainting from hunger,” I tease.

  But,” he says in a stern tone, “no panties under your dress, got it?” His wicked grin says it all.

  “But—”

  “No buts!” He jumps out of bed and pulls me up too. “Just enough time for a quick shower.”

  I dutifully follow him and we hurriedly shower though I keep eyeing his Adonis body, wanting to get back into bed and have more amazing sex. My cerebellum is obviously stuck in dinosaur gear again. I gleefully smile to myself because for once I don’t want to or have to restrain it.

  “Do I really need to go without panties?” I ask, uncertain about not wearing such a crucial item in public. My strict Southern heritage rears itself. Yeah, I’m loosening up, but maybe that’s going a bit far.

  “You’re mine for the next,” he checks his watch, “twenty-one hours and I’m not missing one minute of it. Here,” he goes to my closet and selects a dress with a full skirt. “Wear this for easy access. And no bra either. Just the dress.”

  What does he have in mind? I can only imagine as I dress. He’s very good at playing the lead role in our play. I rummage around for a hair tie in a bathroom drawer and pull my hair into a damp ponytail. It will have to do. I can see the outline of my still hard nipple under the tight bodice of the dress and I think of Jonathon’s hands and lips on me. I press my thighs together. I want him all over again, stretching me with his fullness, bringing me to orgasm. I got it bad and I don’t care.

  “Okay, time to go,” he announces.

  He runs his hand under my skirt and pushes two fingers up inside me. He finger fucks me and I let him. A part of me knows this is insane while the part in control revels in it.

  “Good.” He draws his fingers out of me and puts them in my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”

  I dutifully lick away the honey and am rewarded by his darkening eyes. Yes, I do taste good, as good as he does. I can only imagine what the next few hours will bring.

  In his car, we buckle ourselves in and then he leans over and pushes my skirt up to my waist where he tucks the hem in behind me on the seat. “I want you open and available to me all day.” His eyes smoke with intensity as I nod my acquiescence, no problem. Thank goodness the windows are darkly tinted. As we drive along he fondles me, his fingers driving my clit and cunt crazy for release. His lustful glances please me and I spread my legs apart, letting him do what he wants. I feel power in this too as his breathing becomes ragged. In the parking lot of the diner he removes his fingers and licks them clean.

  My breath hitches, I want to fuck him so badly. He’s hot and beautiful and unbelievably alpha male. I never expected this.

  I reluctantly leave the security of the car and we walk across the lot side-by-side, praying there is no gust of wind to expose my lack of underwear.

  Sitting at a booth a couple of heart pounding minutes later, I press my thighs tight together.

  Jonathon picks up a menu and gives me a look of the cat that’s got the canary. Sweet.

  My lips move upward all on their own. Impossible not to smile today.

  “Happy with yourself?” I ask, my eyes tracing the line of his generous lips remembering where they were a few minutes ago. His strong fingers grasp the menu and I have an urge to take one of his hands and lay it against my breast. The nipple is budding tightly from the air-conditioning.

  His eyes lower to my nipples sticking through the thin fabric of my dress and he licks his lips. I swallow hard. Who needs food?

  “What’s your pleasure?” the waitress asks.

  “What’s ready right this minute?” I ask.

  “House special. Soup and a salad combo. Your choice of cream of tomato or minestrone and for salads we have chef and Caesar. Any substitutions are extra.” The middle-aged woman announces, her hair teased into a red tornado, pen and pad at the ready.

  “Cream of tomato and a chef salad,” I say. Nice and quick like a bunny. I suppress a giggle.

  “Same for me and coffee,” Jonathon says.

  “Anything to drink for you, dear?” she asks.

  “Sure, coffee’s good with lots and lots of cream,” I say batting my eyelashes at Jonathon.

  Jonathon watches me as the waitress hurries away.

  “You know, they have really nice bathrooms here,” he says.

  “I thought you wanted to eat,” I open my eyes wide with as much innocence as I can muster. My heart picks up an extra beat.

  “I would love to eat what lies directly between your sweet little thighs.”

  I dart a glance around the room, certain I have a neon sign glowing above my head that reads “Nympho”.

  “I think I’ll check the restroom out after all,” I say, running the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip.

  His eyes darken and his fingers drum on the wooden table as I get up, looking like a panther ready to pounce.

  I strut my stuff on the way to the bathroom and turn at the last second and give him a leer that says, “Come and get it, big boy!”

  The ladies room is spacious enough and of the one-stall-variety. I breathe a sigh of relief. We will be able to lock the door and keep others out. I hang my purse on the hook provided and turn around just as Jonathon enters. I watch him lock the door and lick my lips. I’m in his arms and he’s all over me. Hands caress
ing my swollen breasts and then slipping up under my dress to rub against my pussy lips that quiver from the attention. I spread my legs wider. He moans against my mouth as he plants kisses on me. He takes just a moment to pull down his zipper, roll on a condom he takes out of his pocket, before he’s planted me on the sink, legs spread wide for him. He enters me in one delicious movement, driving himself to the hilt. Instantly wetter, I brace myself on the sides of the sink praying it holds. The sense of danger only adds to my pleasure. Heart racing, pussy dripping, I ride him. In a few hard, quick strokes nirvana hits. His body jerks as he follows me into orgasm. Breathing harshly, he leans against me for a moment.

  Pulling out, he throws the used condom into the wastebasket and uses paper towels to dry himself. It’s erotic as hell watching him attend to himself, my dress bunched at my waist, legs still spread on either side of the sink. When he’s zipped up he helps me down.

  “Always wanted to do it in a diner,” he says, running his fingers over my sensitive lips.

  I playfully take one of his fingers into my mouth and ask, “Anything else you’re hiding from me? Like doing it in an elevator, park or car?”

  His eyes light up as he holds me close.

  “All of the above,” he announces just as a knock resounds on the door.

  “Got to tidy up,” I hastily say and pull away from his enticing embrace. We should have stayed home and ordered takeout. But then you wouldn’t have learned more about him and that would be a shame.

  He watches me in the mirror as I smooth down my hair and wash my hands. Grabbing my purse off the hook, he hands it to me and we exit.

  The woman waiting to enter the bathroom gives us a look of speculation but says nothing as she brushes by us. I skip back to our table, my cheeks warm and slide into our booth. Our meal has arrived and I dig into it with gusto. I’ve been so occupied I haven’t had food since yesterday. My stomach rumbles and I eat every last morsel. Jonathon too makes quick work of the food.