"Okay." He swallowed down a massive lump of what was probably testosterone--mixed with the urge to beg her to fuck him right that second--and sat, his simple office chair squeaking a little. "That works."
Cora moved to stand in front of him and paused. "You can't touch me, Jack. Not for a while. You touch me now and I'll go off like a rocket. You know it and I know it. So promise me...hands off until I say so."
If he'd had breath, he would have choked. Close on six feet of luscious, almost-nude blonde was standing in front of him telling him not to touch her. Right after they'd almost fucked each other's brains out up against a wall.
Life had its moments. This was three of them. Cora in a rhinestone thong--and her breasts.
Against all his better instincts, which were screaming loudly at him to just do her right now before his balls blew up like hand grenades, he nodded again. "Okay."
Chapter Five
She'd never done a lap dance before. But how hard could it be?
Cora let the gentle rhythm of Dusty Springfield's song dictate the motion of her body, once again blessing her dancer's instinct for making it easy. Hips, yes. Lots of hips. But this wasn't just a sexy dance, this was an erotic performance. Or at least she wanted it to be.
Moving her feet apart, she shimmied herself into position over Jack's lap, letting the heat of their bodies mingle where skin was close to skin. Her thigh muscles were strong enough to hold her above him, teasing him but not touching him.
Yet.
She watched his eyes fall to the tiny triangle of rhinestones covering her pussy and had to restrain herself from ripping it off. She wanted him, oh how she wanted this man. So she set out to make sure he felt the same way.
She thrust her groin toward him, low on his lap, grazing his arousal with her mound and making him gasp. She did it again, swaying a little, resting her hands on his shoulders as she did so. It felt wonderful--the most natural thing in the world to rub against a hard cock. As if her hips had been designed just for this activity.
His gaze drifted upward to her breasts and she leaned closer, lifting her arms from him, and raising them high above her head, stretching herself and pushing closer to his face. She undulated, her stomach muscles contracting as she sinuously writhed in front of him.
He licked his lips, a tiny movement that made her shudder all the way down to her pussy. And then he opened his mouth, groaning a little, darting her a quick glance, pleading for what she knew he wanted.
And she gave it to him, slowly--very slowly--leaning toward him until her nipple was within reach of his tongue.
"Hands off" didn't apply to his mouth. She wanted it every bit as much as he did, and whimpered with pleasure as he sucked her, sending darts of pleasure through every nerve ending.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders once more, she reveled in the feel of him, strong and warm. Her fingers clenched, digging in to solid muscle, flexing against his strength, matching it with her own.
His arms moved, but not toward her. He unsnapped his pants and quickly opened his fly, groaning as his cock thrust outward and up toward her pussy, only inches away.
And dear God above, he had the inches to bridge the gap. Cora couldn't help looking down at him, hard and thick and beautiful, a tiny glimmer of light reflecting from her rhinestones to a drop of moisture beading the swollen tip.
She raised her body, silently urging him to take off the rest of his clothes. He read her encouragement, slipping his hands beneath his butt and sliding out of his pants and boxers. She heard him kick free, but remained fascinated by the size and the masculinity of him.
His thighs were solid, not massive but as hard as his cock. They were dappled with hair and she bit back a moan of pleasure as the soft insides of her legs met the roughness of the outsides of his.
She mimicked riding him, not coming too close, since she was well aware of her rhinestones and didn't want to cause any damage.
After a few moments she rose away from him, turned her back and flagrantly rubbed his lower belly with her ass. All of these moves were designed to arouse him, excite him and do what lap dances were supposed to do.
Cora had never considered that it worked both ways.
Turning once more she straddled him, unable to keep her hands off him.
He found her breast again and nipped her delicately. The gentle tug on her nipple increased her eagerness and she let her arms drift down over her own body, fingers stroking along the way, and more than ready to ditch what was left of her costume.
But how?
"Let me. Please."
He must have read her mind. His hands carefully pulled at the tiny rhinestone bands around her hips, tugging them to her thighs. "Stand up a minute..."
She rose above him, watching his shadowed face, catching the expression crossing his features as he eased down the panty to reveal her pussy.
"God, you're so lovely Cora." He leaned forward and urged her to lift one leg so that he could free it. By doing so, she revealed even more.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." His voice was reverent as he released one leg and let the panty drop to the floor around the other ankle. "I want to taste you. Suck you. I want to inhale you all night long. I want to stick my tongue in you and feel you come..."
She groaned. "Stop it, Jack. I can't stand it much longer."
"Neither can I." He reached for something on his desk and she heard foil tearing.
"Fuck me, Cora. Please. Fuck me before I die from wanting."
The rules were forgotten. His hands were on her, squeezing her hips, positioning her even as his mouth sought everything within reach. He suckled her breasts, licked her chest and as she sank down on him he found her lips and forced them apart, kissing her and devouring the tiny sounds of pleasure she made as his cock pushed into her wet heat.
She loved how he cupped her buttocks, how he sucked her tongue deeply and stroked it with his own.
And above all, she moaned aloud at the exquisite sensation of his cock filling her. He stretched her wide, his girth unexpected yet amazingly perfect. She was struck with the notion that he had been created just for her. He touched the right spots, moved at the right speed and stopped at the right place. Their bodies were joined tight, his pubic bone against her clit, his cock seated fully within her, his hands grasping and caressing her ass as her arms locked around his neck.
They couldn't be any closer.
And then they started to move.
In tandem, guided by some miracle of instinct, they began the dance that needed no lessons or music. A routine for two that was as old as humankind and yet new each time it was performed.
Cora lifted, swayed and fell back--responding with every ounce of her body to Jack's thrusts and withdrawals.
His tongue imitated the fucking his cock was giving her and he managed to gently rub against her clit with each stroke.
She was mewling, deep in her throat, floating on a rising tide of lust and able to fully experience the growing sensations flooding her body.
Never before had she been able to explore these feelings so thoroughly. It seemed that either she or her partners had always been in a hurry.
This time she was frantic, but with Jack...well, there was no rush. He was content to fuck her in his own time, to leisurely help her along the way without dashing to the inevitable conclusion.
Sitting like this, straddling him with her legs either side of his body, was more intimate than she would have guessed. She could breathe in his breath, hear his little groans, see his eyes beneath lowered lids and hold him tightly to her body if she chose. That added the wonderful shock of his chest abrading her nipples and set so much more of her on fire she wondered why the top of her head didn't blow off.
He seemed content to fuck her like this, steadily, inexorably driving her higher with each penetration. She began to moan as her sensitive clit ached and her body drenched his cock with her liquid arousal. Soft slick sounds accompanied their movements,
Dusty having long ago ceased serenading them.
Now there was nothing but them--their bodies, their touch and their elemental need to reach for that blistering and blinding goal.
Jack shifted her and groaned, his body tensing beneath hers. She felt her response, low in her belly, a shuddering kind of excitement bouncing from her spine to her nipples to her clit.
Each stroke of his cock, each brush against her most sensitive folds--she was halfway to madness and eager to lose herself in his erotic passion.
She sucked on his tongue and slipped a hand between them, toying with the tiny hard nub of his nipple and then sliding down and around behind him to squeeze his buttock. She wanted to touch him, all of him, to learn his scent and his texture.
Driven onward, she bit his ear, then licked the tiny hurt, only to open her mouth wide and suck at his neck.
He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back so that he could return the favor, grazing his teeth down one side of her throat. It wasn't enough for either of them. Within seconds, they were face to face once more and his tongue was delving deeply into her mouth.
They shared breath, their gasps melded into a single song of excitement and Cora knew she was about to blow past the point of no return.
Tearing her lips from his, she dug her fingertips into his flesh. "Fuck me Jack. It's now. I can't stop..."
Her head fell back and her throat opened on a long low moan as the tremors began.
Jack thrust hard, pounding their bodies together, forcing his cock into her willing body as deeply as he could. He gripped her fiercely--then roared out a sound so elemental it stunned her and tipped her over that final precipice.
Shattering spasms rocked Cora from head to foot. Her cunt clamped around Jack's cock so violently she wondered if she'd lock on to him for ever. Blind, she stared into infinity and watched the light show her orgasm was presenting for her pleasure.
And pleasure it was. Insanely incredible pleasure. The shudders went on and on, her body apparently unable to stop coming as long as Jack was inside her.
He was pumping, groaning, still thrusting with his hips as his cock erupted inside her once more, setting her off again on a second round of intergalactic travel.
Helplessly she clung to him, a rodeo rider on a bucking stud. His hips continued to move for what seemed like eons and she continued to tremble in his arms with the aftershocks of her cataclysmic orgasm.
Finally, with a shivering sigh of completion, she sagged and let him take her weight completely.
He accepted the burden and held her tight. Neither spoke; Cora content to listen to his heartbeat slowing within his chest and knowing her own matched his.
He nuzzled the top of her head and broke the silence.
"God Almighty, Cora. God Almighty."
*~*~*~*
Jack woke with a mouthful of blonde hair and an erection.
Again.
He was astounded at his response to Cora, having not only fucked her after her lap dance, but then taken her into the tiny little room he used as a private retreat and repeated the experience.
She'd laughed at the small accommodations, but approved of the full sized couch and the little bathroom. He'd never brought a woman here before, and was glad of that. Cora was the first and he knew, deep inside, she'd be the only female visitor.
She'd asked him if she could shower and dashed in, to emerge in under four minutes. The fact the power was still out and the water probably on the cold side might have had something to do with it.
But she came out rosy and fresh, smelling of his soap and her womanhood. He'd grabbed her, dumped her on the couch and buried his face in her pussy before she'd had chance to finish drying off.
Where she was concerned he was insatiable, and he recognized it. Her legs had held his head, her hands had gripped his hair and she'd let go with a yell of delight. He'd breathed in her orgasm and before she was through had sheathed himself and slipped inside her, sharing the final moments of her peak and bringing himself to completion shortly thereafter.
He had amazed himself. He wasn't a horny teenager with sperm to spare. He was a grown man and yet this incredible woman had only to brush against him or tease him in any way--he was hard and ready once more.
She quickly learned her power over him, since she was observant and fascinated by his body. She loved touching him, exploring him, with hands and tongue and lips. She made a point of driving him insane more times than he could have believed possible.
When they finally collapsed, she onto her stomach and him on top of her after their umpteenth orgasm, this one doggy-style, they both called a time-out. He rolled off and snuggled her in beside him, her head on his shoulder, his arm holding her close.
She tucked herself along his body as if she was made for him, and together they drifted for a while in limp and sated bliss.
He awoke when the electricity came back on and the silence was broken by the hum of restored power. It was close to dawn, the sky just beginning to show signs of lightening in the east. Somewhere around four am, he guessed. Oddly enough, this was the time he'd usually be going to bed.
Instead, he was in it. With the woman of his dreams lying naked next to him.
Idly he ran his hand over her buttocks. Silken and creamy, she was a work of art from head to toe, and as enthusiastic a lover as a man could ever wish for. The way she'd sucked him off--just the thought made him even harder and he bit back a groan.
As if sensing his wakefulness, Cora turned in his arms, pressing her back against his side. He turned too, letting his erection nudge between her thighs. She laughed lazily. "Good morning."
"Hi." He stroked her thigh then lifted it and with a swift and easy stroke entered her sleep-warmed cunt.
"Oh, that's good." She sighed and pushed backwards, settling him even deeper. "So good."
It was good. It was more than good. It was out-of-this-world extraordinary. She took his hand and pulled it around her, encouraging him to cup her breast, pressing him into her softness.
"You like this?" He toyed with the nipple, fascinated as it rose to attention beneath his fingertips.
"What woman wouldn't?" She slipped a hand down between her legs and moved it, gently playing with her clit as he began to slide himself in and out of her pussy.
He shifted his position so that he could watch her touch herself, an erotic moment he'd never have imagined in a million years.
"You liberate me, Jack." She sighed out the words. "With you I can be sexy, do all the sexy things I've wanted to do. I don't know why, so don't ask. Just know that it's true."
He didn't know how to respond to that. She'd taken his breath away with her simple comment. So he said nothing, just gave her more of everything he could. Pinching her nipple made her moan and coupling it with an upward thrust brought a whimper to her throat.
Her fingers moved faster over her pussy lips and both were breathing more heavily as the morning lassitude gave way to renewed sexual desires. He found himself wondering if he could ever get enough of her. Or if any other woman could fulfill him the way Cora did.
A little scared at the direction his thoughts were taking, Jack went back to the delight of pleasuring her, and bringing himself to his peak.
He'd lost count of the number of times he'd come, certainly couldn't begin to recall the number of times Cora had screamed out her release, and didn't even want to think about whether their muscles would complain as the day wore on.
He didn't know about her, but marathon sex sessions weren't a regular part of his workout routine. Although he wasn't complaining by any means.
The sight of her hand arousing her own body, slipping through the swollen lips of her pussy and just brushing his cock where he slid in and out of her--well, it was beyond anything and he shut down any other thoughts, focusing on the moment. He let himself drown in the sensuality, the sight, the sounds--the scent of this woman as she took him into her body and released her natural sexual desires.
His mind floated, detached, above the tableau of them erotically intertwined. Her breathing quickened, her muscles grew taut and Jack recognized her body's preparations for its climax. He'd seen it enough last night and he was still fascinated by it.
When Cora fucked, she threw every iota of herself into the experience, sharing everything, holding nothing back.
How could he do anything else but respond?
Gently he moved them, ending up buried to his balls in her cunt, supporting his weight on his hands and gazing at her.
"Watch me, Cora. Don't look away. I want to see your eyes as you come for me."
Her lips curved in a gentle smile as she nodded, then blinked as he began a slow but steady thrust.
She sighed with pleasure, lifting herself a little to meet his moves. Her long legs bent at the knee, rubbing him sensually as he paced himself, gauging her responses.
"Jack..."
She whispered his name, a soft sound echoing around the silent room.
He was drowning, falling into the blue pools of her eyes, his body merging into hers even as his buttocks began to shudder and his spine tingled.
"I need to come, Cora."
"I know. I can feel you inside me. Come, Jack. It's okay."
He suddenly realized what she meant, why he was so lost in her. He'd forgotten to put on a condom. For a second or two he froze. It was the first time he'd done anything so irresponsible in--well, forever.
"Cora..."
She lifted a hand and touched his lips. "I'm healthy, Jack. And on the pill. You wouldn't have forgotten protection if you'd thought otherwise. And I trust you enough to believe you're healthy too."
He nodded. "I am. But still, I'm old enough and smart enough to know better. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
She sighed. "What's done is done. And since this is a first for me, can we finish it? I want to really feel you come inside me. It's...different this time."
She was right, he realized. It was different.
Almost reverently he moved again, this time aware down to his toenails of the awesome sensations. This was why she'd felt so extraordinary when he'd slid inside her. Every tiny crevice and fold was now his to explore. His naked cock rubbed freely against silk velvet covered in fire.
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