by Lana Hartley
She takes her glass of wine, and the smirk hasn’t quite faded from her face yet. I take a strawberry and bite it in half. It’s succulent, like the wine. Like her.
“Tonight is a gift,” I say.
She smiles and takes another strawberry before getting down on her knees. She reaches out for me, pulling my sturdy wrists she made such a big deal about earlier.
I’m standing over her, and it’s a rather dominant position, and she tugs on my pants and places her head against my crotch. My cock is stiff, and makes a vertical line across her face, pointing at some flowers. She runs her hand across it and places her mouth on it, over my pants, and this is very erotic; I wasn’t expecting this. I get down on my knees and we kiss almost like we’re fighting.
“Will you do it again?” she asks.
“Of course.”
I’m not going to say no to a girl who has her teeth around my cock.
She lies down on her back and I place my hands around her feet, starting at the same spot I started out before.
“Oh…”
The night has given into itself. It’s darker, and the dirt smells richer.
I kiss along her leg. She has long legs, so the act results in a lot of kisses. I find her most gentle spot and kiss her as she is still a bit open; not like before, when she was tight and sort of folded up into herself. I look up at her face. She’s staring at the stars. She seems a bit nervous.
Say her name, because she’s said yours so many times tonight.
“Isadora?”
“Yes?”
“You okay?”
She looks down at me and nods, and then she looks back up at the stars. I think she’s just waiting for me to service her again.
I go back to what I was doing and lick her, and her body reacts in this crazy way.
“Oh…” She pushes herself against my mouth.
“I want to feel your teeth, your tongue, everything.” She is holding my hair in her fingers.
My teeth? I open my mouth some more and slide my tongue inside of her. I bring it back out and nibble on her inner thigh, and then I start to finger her. I feel like I need to take it slower. I open her up with my fingers and let her linger for a moment, and wonder what I’m about to use to penetrate her with.
I have many things I can use, but she seems addicted to my mouth. I suppose it may be me, and I have this fear I’m going to lose my hair again, because she’s really pulling on it, and her luscious ass cheeks are bouncing against the cool gray cobblestones.
She’ circling her hips and getting really into it.
“Oh, Vincent…”
I lift her bottom and slide my tongue along her curves and back over her pussy.
“Oh!" She seems to want more of that. If I hit that spot of her every few seconds, I think I can get every bell in the world to ding.
I glide my tongue along her ample bottom again, lifting her so her center is completely off the ground.
“Oh…” I feel like she may come any second, I feel like she may just pour into me. I want to taste her. Strawberries.
I reach over for the container and dip my fingers into the cold, luscious fruit. Strawberries, wine, and women. I say a silent prayer thanking God for all these things.
I take a fat strawberry out of the plastic container and open her up and place it inside of her.
“Oh!”
I start to eat her and the strawberry this way, using my teeth as she requested. I nibble on the strawberry that’s still inside of her and her body twists about, and I accidentally bite her, but I think she likes it.
“Vincent, I…I…” She sounds like she’s having some inward battle with herself. She sounds like she’s dying, honestly. And I get this fear that she’s allergic to strawberries. But she ate one already.
Vinny, don’t get distracted by all your little absurd thoughts.
I go back to town on her. There’s still some strawberry left inside of her, but it has gone further up inside, and I have to work to get it out.
“OHHHHH” she shrills. Her poor little feet hammer the cobblestones, and I don’t want her to hurt herself. I place my hands on her ankles, holding her still.
She likes this too.
I find that tiny bit of strawberry inside of her, and I suck it out of her. She has another orgasm, and I hold her feet still as her body jiggles in the moonlight. She drags out my name again in this magnificent way.
“Oh, Vincent…”
I watch her lie there, enjoying the after effects of another orgasm. Or two. I’m not sure what just happened there.
I lie down next to her, but I let her have all of the picnic blanket. I look down at her body as she fixes her dress, and this big smile takes over her face.
“Oh, Vincent.” She smiles, and I hand her a glass of wine.
“Do you like gardens now?” I ask with a smirk, and she laughs onto my chest.
Nathan
The gold and red décor of the palace drawing room are the same color as those stupid flowers Vincent is obsessed with in the garden.
But the palace drawing room offers a great place to have sex. It’s been on my mind all morning. I’ll take her and show her what sex can really be like. She’s been in Vincent’s nervous hands, listening to his random thoughts. Poor girl. This woman needs some good, hard amazing sex, not a million lame words in her ears.
The room is very spacious, and there are props I can place her on and shag her really good, like the little vanity seat or the fireplace. Or wherever. He took her out to a garden, but I would never make her shag on dirt. I mean, she’s a princess. I practically roll my eyes at the thought.
I bet Vincent talked about all kinds of things out there, too. He probably bored her when it came to all the flowers. And the entire time I bet the girl just wanted to have sex. She just wanted someone to take her and remind her what the human body is for—to feel amazing pleasure.
There are two huge chandeliers dangling over the lush red carpet. This will do. The carpet is thick and luscious. This room is so nice and it has a pleasant view, but I’m not interested in looking out of a window right now. I just want to look at her. And I’d look at myself too, but there isn’t a single mirror in the whole drawing room.
But I’m handsome, and I know this. Everyone does. I have that stud movie star look thing going on. Vincent is more of a stuck-up twat. I’m not going to give Vincent another thought.
I think this, but I know I will at some point because he’s my competition, the thorn in my side.
“Here,” I say, and pull her by the wrist rather impatiently so she’s sitting next to me. She eyes me and looks down at the flask of whiskey I’ve brought with us. I clear my throat and take the flask. It’s solid gold and what’s inside it is even better.
I unscrew the rigid cap and let her try it first. I want sober eyes as I watch the effect it has on her. She doesn’t react like some little girl who’s never tasted hard liquor before, and this surprises me.
There is an undeniable sexual tension floating between her and me. The whiskey will calm us and get things moving.
I hold the flask up to her precious mouth. “Taste,” I say.
“What is it?” Isadora isn’t the type of woman to just do what she’s told. She’ll challenge the demand first.
“Taste.” I’m just as stubborn.
She takes it from my hand, feels where it’s warmed by my fingers, and tips it so the whiskey rushes over her tongue. She makes a funny expression. Does she like it or does she hate it? I can’t tell.
Then she starts coughing. “Oh lord, Nathan.” She passes it back to me.
I chuckle, my voice is a bit hoarse today. I down a bit of the whiskey in the flask and don’t waste any more time. I feel so good tonight, warm. Maybe it’s the whiskey or the fact that I’m with this woman, but it’s amazing. I just want to love her madly, like that Doors song or whatever.
I touch her face, and she touches mine. I take her hand and squeeze it.
I
get on top of her and start kissing her—hard. There’s no hesitance with me, and she’ll soon realize I’m a much better lover than Vincent.
“Mmm…” She makes a beautiful sound as my hard body surrounds her. I start unbuttoning my shirt once I have her flat on the floor. Her chest heaves with excitement.
She places a hand on my face, and I stare down at her with my bedroom eyes. She has palace eyes, this princess—they are big and shiny with secrets.
“Kiss me,” she says. I kiss her again, along her neck, and she stretches, her limbs parting and spreading along the floor.
“With pleasure.” My tone is warm. My breath hits her tummy after I lift her dress up and run my fingers along her legs, and she moves against me, wanting more. And I know where she wants it.
I go for the flask and spill just a little across her tummy.
“Nathan!” she laughs, but I’m quick to lap it up so it doesn’t get on the fancy palace rug.
“Shush now.” My slight dominance turns her on, I can tell by how she obeys. My hands find hers against the rug, and I entwine my fingers with hers, and place my mouth on the waistband of her panties. The hot rush of feeling my mouth so close to her sex makes her writhe about so I can watch her breasts jiggle.
Vincent doesn’t know what he’s doing; this is how you make a woman pine for you. I pull at her underwear with my teeth.
“Oh…” Her hand lands in my hair. I have more hair than Vincent, and I can see the jealousy of such a physical trait in his eyes every day. Women love hair. Hair is power, like whatever biblical character that is who got his power from his hair.
I like to compare myself to him.
I look up at her and touch her hips.
“You want me?” I say.
She gazes back down at me and runs her hand down my face, gliding it over my cheekbone. I take her hand and kiss it. Her fingers are slim and dainty. Mine are thick. I circle them around her wrist and apply just enough firmness to remind her how strong I am.
“Oh…yes…”
“You do? You want me?”
“Yes.”
“How bad?”
“Bad, so bad.”
I glance up at her and kiss her thigh, plastering my lips to her skin and making her wait a little longer before I touch her.
“Oh…” She circles those hips in ecstasy.
“You want my mouth on your tight pussy?” I can tell she likes the way I talk—dirty, direct, no hesitance. I’m sure Vincent bored her half to death in that silly garden with his romantic banter.
Not here, sweetheart. Here we get down and gritty.
I cover her hot, tight sex with my mouth and stay like that, like a wolf about to swallow a rabbit.
“Oh…” She lifts her body by arching her back. I place my hands over her breasts and feel her heartbeat putter against my palm.
“You want me inside you? I really want to be inside you all night; I want nothing more than that. I think about you all the time; it makes me crazy.”
I slip my tongue out over her clit and feel her heart rate increase. I feel like a doctor or mad scientist, examining her, touching her, and collecting her reaction.
“Oh…Nathan.” She toys with my hair. I think she loves my hair more than anything else. She touches my face, feeling the stubble there, and she moves around on the rug, her body a welcoming vessel for mine. We get lost in a long, hot-tempered kiss. She pulls at my hair.
“I want you so much, Nathan,” she lets me know. It sounds like a secret she’s finally telling me, and I feel the heat in it as she kisses me harder.
Her body temperature seems to have risen, too. I take a finger and place it on her moist heat, and her heart thunders.
“Oh…” She grips my hair. She’s a woman who has only just begun to understand the pleasure her body can encounter. I place my mouth, framed with stubble, against her thigh and look up at her and touch myself, offering myself some pleasure, too. I’m both thick and long; most guys are either one or the other, but not me, I’ve been blessed with both traits.
I wonder if she can handle it. I picture her mouth wide open and her eyes shut tight as I introduce my every inch, and with every inch I’ll erase any memory she has of Vincent. Her mind will be a vacant, blank canvas as far as he is concerned once I’m done with her.
I’ll have her in the palm of my hand like one of those little mechanical ballerina dancers in a jewellery box. She won’t know what hit her.
“Vincent!” She pulls at my hair.
Wait, what! I look up at her.
“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” she gasps in embarrassment. And I’m angry—so angry. I sit up and toss back more whiskey.
“Oh gosh.” She places her hand on the side of her head and marvels over how she could make such a mistake.
“I’m sorry, Nathan.” She grips my wrist and looks at me.
“It’s okay, Dolores.” This makes her laugh, and it eases the tension. I chuckle and shake my head, and she leans forward and kisses me.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she croons as she plays with my hair, and my cock starts to really address the fact that it’s still in pants and it’s time for recess.
I get up on my knees, push her back down on the floor, and she likes the control I administer. I’m quite angry at her calling me Vincent, and this adds to the fire between us.
I place my fingers around her wrists and make her feel me—every single inch.
She stares at my cock with wide eyes, like she kind of wants to run from it; like she’s in a swamp and the swamp monster has just appeared.
“You want it, I know you do,” I say.
“Oh!” A confused ball of emotions shoots from her mouth.
But then she gives it a different type of look, a look of curiosity, and moans as I get on top of her, covering her with my hard body. We get lost in a long, crazy kiss. Our tongues tumble, our bodies roll around in fine ecstasy, and our hands explore each other and touch each other. I kiss her neck and breasts and feel her sighs gush out of her.
“Nathan,” she sighs, and I place my hand between her legs, my warm, strong fingers touching her there in a much more assertive way than before.
“Oh!” She kicks her feet up, and the heel of her foot connects with my head. It doesn’t hurt.
“Nathan…”
I place my cock against her inner thigh so she can feel me and all I have to offer. I press my mouth against her throat as she touches my cock, and her gentle fingers glide along it with a certain curiosity. She feels the tip, and then her hand slides back down to my balls and I shot my tongue up inside of her.
“Oh Nathan, I want all of you,” she sighs. “Every single inch.”
All of me. Hear that, Vincent?
I sit up my knees, my cock hard and erect; I grip it and nearly die from the pleasurable thought of making it fit in her tight hole.
I go down on her again and her thighs close down around my face, and I feel the moment she shares her first orgasm with me.
“Nathan…”
Her body jumps up into my mouth, and I taste her as she gives herself to me. Then she lies there, limp, beautiful, and soft, and I roll off of her and stare at the huge chandelier hanging above us.
“What if that fell on us right now?” I ask.
“You’re dark, aren’t you?” she says, but with a smile.
Well, at least I’m not a cheese ball like Vincent, I think.
“No, but I’m serious, would you die happy?”
“I mean…I did just have an orgasm.”
“I would die happy, too,” I say.
She rolls over, and I worship the way her ass looks under the yellow glow of the chandelier, how the flesh perks up there.
I get on top of her and kiss her back, covering it with my lips, and taste her skin. She’s lovely, clean, perfect.
She moves against me, and I ask her if she still wants me as bad as she did before.
“More,” she says. “Much more, Nathan, there’s something a
bout you that is so addictive.”
I lift her from the floor so her ass is in the air. I take her hand and squeeze it and kiss each other finger as she sticks them in my mouth, and I suck long and hard and feel her body press against mine, wanting.
“I’m going to take you like this,” I let her know.
She’s on her hands and knees, and it takes some effort but I push up inside of her. Her mouth drops just like I imagined it would when I start penetrating her good. I’m somewhat mechanical, I don’t get distracted by how crazy she’s going, I put my hand on her shoulder and give it to her really hard.
“Oh Jesus, Izzy.” I wonder if she minds the little nickname. I feel like I need to give her one, to separate her and I from her and Vincent. Vincent probably hasn’t come up with a nickname for her. He has too many thoughts scurrying through his little head.
She’s so amazingly tight. I’ve never felt more pleasure with anyone ever. Her skin is so soft, and the sounds she’s making drive me crazy.
“Nathan…”
“Isadora, you beautiful babe,” I say, kissing her lower back before pulling her up and going all the way inside of her.
“Oh! Nathan!”
“Yeah, baby? Yeah? You like it?”
“Yes…OH!”
I slam into her again, and she goes crazy. “Oh…”
I touch her face. I want her to turn so I can kiss her. I start thrusting into her, and I feel like I could just let go, but I don’t. I want this to be the greatest sex she’s ever have. I want this to be the sex she compares all other sexual acts with.
“Oh…oh…” I turn her over and place her feet over my shoulders, and I look down at myself slowly entering her tight pussy. I lean over and kiss her on the neck softly, then run my hands over her breasts. My cock slams into her and she groans again, her head tilting back as he eyes flutter closed.
“Oh…”
I scissor my fingers over her nipples and squeeze them. A little pain never hurt anyone. My princess lifts from the floor as I place my hands under her ass and thrust in deep. She moves against me in the best way. We’re in a great rhythm together, taking and giving, taking and giving, taking and giving.
I pull out of her and manage to hold back, but in my mind, I want to come all over her body and leave her in a web of stickiness.
