PeakExperience

by Rachel Kenley

  His exhaled breath on her skin told her his pleasure and added to hers. He cupped her breasts and freed one from the confines of the satin and lace. She cried out when he licked her nipple and bit her lip when he sucked it hard into his mouth. “God, that feels wonderful,” she murmured.

  “Exactly my intention,” he said, freeing the other and giving it the same attention. “You are so beautiful, lush.”

  She always thought of herself as rounded, especially compared to her mother and most of her female relatives who were willowy and slender. Lush sounded better. It made her think of dripping ripe peaches, which was close to how she felt.

  “I want to touch more of you,” he said. “As much as I like you on your knees, you’ll need to change positions for me to remove your dress entirely.”

  Feeling desirable and lovely, she bravely inched away from him. He held her hand to stop her, then reached behind to unhook her bra. As it fell into his grasp, she lay back with her head on his pillows. Her arms fell to her sides and she imagined herself looking available and ready. He moved toward her and placed his hands on her waist where the dress was bunched. She lifted her hips, allowing him to slide it down and over her knees. As he pulled it he hooked his fingers on her panties and pulled them off along with the dress, leaving her naked except for the stockings and high heels. She should have felt vulnerable.

  She felt powerful.

  As he lay down to kiss her, she reached for him. She found the top button of his shirt and began to unbutton it, kissing him while completing her task. He had the most wonderful lips, the right combination of soft and firm. Their faces matched perfectly, as if they’d been kissing for years. When she got to the bottom of his shirt, she slid her fingers up his chest, loving the texture of muscles, hair and skin beneath her hands. At his shoulders, she peeled the shirt off and he stopped kissing her long enough to let her take it off and toss it on the floor.

  Lena was surprised at how freeing she found their situation. Instead of the nerves she expected, and was used to, she was completely relaxed. She didn’t have to censor herself. She might wonder what he thought of her reactions, but she didn’t have to worry since she never intended to see him again. She could let herself go and enjoy everything completely.

  With him pressed against her, the feel of skin to skin was exquisite. His heat matched hers and she delighted in letting her hands roam everywhere. He traced her nipples, bringing them to hard peaks, pinching them lightly to arouse her further. When his touch moved down her legs to her inner thighs, she almost screamed “yes” with need.

  He pushed her legs apart and slowly, maddeningly, made his way to her center. First one then two fingers stroked her swollen outer lips, making her ache for more while simultaneously relishing the moment. He traced her opening and she could tell from how his fingers moved she was slick. Would he like that?

  One of her first boyfriends criticized her for getting too wet, told her she made too much of a mess and he couldn’t enjoy her. He stopped giving, but not wanting, oral sex. Since then she tried not to get as wet, but tonight she wasn’t letting anything stop her. Nothing seemed to be stopping him either.

  “Daniel,” she whispered on a sigh.

  “What is it, beautiful?” he whispered back. She could feel the heat of his breath. Combined with the endearment it made her wetter still. “Is there a problem?”

  “Hardly, I just felt the need to say…something.”

  “So, I should continue?”

  “Yes, please. Please,” she repeated not knowing what else to say, not certain if she had the ability to say anything else.

  He returned his attention to her body and for the first time his tongue touched her pussy. She cried out, surprised she could become more aroused. His mouth and fingers worked together. Every time she sighed or moaned he kept his attention on that spot until she could hardly breathe.

  “From our first kiss at the gallery I’ve been thinking of how wonderful it would be to have you spread out for me to feast on. God, Lena, you were made for me to taste.”

  She couldn’t stop the flood of wetness his words caused and his moan told her he enjoyed her reaction. Keeping one finger inside her, he slowly dragged another down lower to the sensitive skin between her two openings. When his finger gently teased her ass, she gasped. Men had touched her there before, but mostly with a more brutal insistence. His gentle probing and teasing was different and more pleasurable than she imagined. What else could she learn about herself before the night was over?

  “You’re amazingly responsive. It’s a special woman who reacts with so much intensity. It’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

  Lena heard his words all the way to her soul. She wanted a night of sex. She never imagined it could give her more. If it could feel this good, in the future she wouldn’t hold back with her partners. As he continued to work his tongue over her clit and his fingers into her pussy and ass, years of concern and pain started to melt into the pleasure he was giving her.

  “I want to see you, feel you, taste you as you come for me, sweet Lena. Let me give you the pleasure you’re craving.”

  “God, yes,” she said and her hands went involuntarily to his head, threading her fingers in his hair. Wanting. She’d never wanted like this. Needed like this. When he stretched her with two fingers and focused the tip of his tongue on her clit, she knew her orgasm was imminent.

  “Daniel, I—” she started, trying to tell him, alert him, but was unable to make her jaw work.

  “Yes,” he murmured. “I know. Don’t hold back.”

  His words were as powerful as his touch and her climax burst through her in a wave of passion that forced her to let go of him, grip the sheets and yell out, unable to hold back from the strength of it. As her back arched off the bed she said his name, the word “yes”, and nothing more as she exploded in a way she never experienced. It was as if every cell was coming.

  For the first time in her memory, a man didn’t stop touching her immediately after she had an orgasm. As the intensity of her climax ebbed, Daniel continued to lick and stroke her, causing waves of aftershocks that were wonderful mini-peaks making her gasp every few seconds.

  “Now that,” she managed after a minute or so, “is what I call breathless.”

  He kissed her inner thigh and laughed. “That’s a good thing.”

  “It’s a great thing,” she said. “Actually, I’m pretty certain it borders on amazing, but right now, I’m not sure I’m capable of thinking.”

  “I like hearing that,” he said and continued to kiss his way along her body, stopping at her breasts to lick and nibble her nipples before arriving at her lips again.

  “I like saying it,” she said and wrapped her arms around him to kiss him deeply. As she moved her leg she discovered he was still wearing his pants. “You are too dressed.”

  “Want to do something about it?”

  “Absolutely.” He rolled to her side and they both reached for his fly.

  Laughing, she said, “Let me.”

  “Okay, I’m going to do something else with my hands.” He caressed her shoulders, breasts, and was moving toward her ass when she swatted him.

  “Cut that out or I’m never going to get these off.”

  “A definite threat. I’ll behave,” he said.

  “Not for long,” she said and kissed him as she eased his pants down over his hips. His knees stopped her progress, so he stood and took them off the rest of the way himself, pulling his socks off in the process.

  “Better?”

  He was gorgeous when he was naked, with lean muscles and a broad chest. Breathless for at least the third time that night she answered, “Absolutely,” and pulled him onto the bed with her.

  As he pressed himself against her, Daniel decided skin to skin was the best sensation. Although skin to thigh-high stockings was a very close second. From the moment he uncovered her sexy legs he ached to feel them wrapped completely around him. He knew from their summer togeth
er she didn’t like being short, but he adored her body. All her curves gave him numerous sensitive places to explore—and exploit. He never met a woman who responded as openly. She was exquisite.

  They continued to kiss. It was torture to wait to reach for a condom and slide inside her. Her hands roamed over his body, his back then his ass, driving him crazy.

  “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

  She reached around and gripped his cock. “I think this gives me a pretty good idea,” she said.

  He gasped then let the breath out slowly between his teeth. “My control isn’t very good, Lena,” he said slowly. “You may not want to do that for long.”

  She kissed him, moving her lips to his jaw and neck. “I know exactly what I want. I want to please you at least as much as you pleased me.” With gentle pressure she pushed him back from her until he was lying flat. “You’re all mine.”

  He was not going to survive this. First she kissed her way to his chest, teasing his nipples and licking them, letting her hands work their way lower to his outer thighs where she raked him gently with her nails, making him groan.

  “Your skin is so warm,” she said.

  “I’m amazed it’s not feverish with all you’re doing.”

  “You have a lot of body to explore,” she said, “which means lots of possible places where you are sensitive. Like here, for example.” She traced a line down the center of his chest with a finger then followed it with her tongue. Her long hair fell forward, brushing his skin and adding another sensation. It was not only exciting, but completely new. Most women headed straight for his cock, never lingering anywhere else.

  He moaned and was rewarded with the feel of her smile against his skin. “You like that,” she said.

  “Like is an understatement, but I’m not capable of more thoughts.”

  “Then I’m doing something right.”

  He stroked her hair. “Beyond right,” he said. He knew she was creative, but bringing that trait into bed was more thrilling than he imagined. And he imagined plenty. Reality was better.

  Lena worked down his body, touching, nipping and licking until she got to his cock. Instead of touching him directly, she traced her fingers around the base, teasing the skin and the valley made by his thighs.

  “Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, his control slipping.

  “From you.”

  He sat up slightly, bracing on his elbows. “Me?”

  She looked at him and he thought he’d never seen anything as sexy as her face near his crotch. “Yes, you teased and stroked me, finding all sorts of new places I didn’t know were exciting. I thought you might enjoy the same thing.”

  “Sweet torture,” he said, falling back onto the pillow.

  The moisture of pre-come wet the tip of his cock before her mouth closed over it. She held the top part in her mouth, swirling her tongue around until he was certain he would go mad. When she added the touch of her hand, he had to protest. “Lena, what you are doing feels amazing, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  “Think you can get hard again?”

  He liked the daring in her voice. “With you? Definitely.”

  “Then I’m not going to stop.” And she didn’t.

  Her hands and mouth returned to his erection, this time taking him more deeply. He could feel the back of her throat against the head. When her hands moved lower to cup and tease his balls there was no stopping his orgasm. “God, Lena, yes,” he yelled and as her hand circled the base of his cock, he came in hard bursts.

  Once again she followed his lead and kissed her way along his still shivering body. “I can’t remember the last time I was able to make a man come that way,” she said.

  He looked at her, surprised. “I can’t imagine a man not coming when you do that. Talk about magic.” He kissed her deeply and stroked his hands down her back, cupping her ass then bringing her leg over him. “I love these stockings. After tonight I think the other kind should be outlawed.”

  “Only thigh-highs from now on?”

  “Absolutely. The world will be a better place for it. I guarantee it.”

  “An interesting platform. Are you planning on politics in addition to art?”

  “Never,” he said with a smile as his hand gently stroked the lips of her pussy. “I am, however, planning on getting you excited again and making you beg to have me deep inside you.”

  Again his words and touch sent waves of tingles through her. “How is it you know exactly how to excite me?”

  “You tell me what you like with every sigh and moan. I’m following your responses. And there are so many of them, you make it very easy.”

  “You could give lessons.”

  “More career suggestions?”

  “Hardly,” she said with a laugh. “And speaking of hard.” She traced a path through his dark chest hair to his cock. It was exciting to find him hard again. She never believed she could excite a man the way she excited him. It made her feel powerful and sexy. “You were right about your ability to become aroused again.”

  “I’d say that makes us very compatible.”

  “So far, so very, very good,” she said and then nothing more as he drove two fingers into her, twisting them slightly to tease the walls of her pussy, creating more delightful vibrations. As he reached deeper she experienced an unfamiliar sensitivity. She let go of him and whispered, “Daniel, I, oh, that’s…um, new.” She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails in as something within her stirred.

  “Is it? It shouldn’t be. Foolish of your lovers never to go looking for this spot. Ah well, their loss is my gain.”

  He continued to create more of the intense feelings until she was gasping. Something insistent built inside her until she heard herself demand, “Daniel, I need you. I need you inside me.”

  He moved away to search, she assumed, for a condom. “In my bag,” she said, breathless and already aching for his return.

  “Ah, you’re the Boy Scout.”

  “No,” she panted as he touched the spot once again. “Gift from hopeful friend.” She wasn’t capable of complete sentences. She heard the telltale sound of a package opening and looked to see him slide the latex quickly down his cock. Somehow it looked bigger than it did when she was sucking him.

  He rejoined her on the bed. She pulled him on top of her and opened her legs. She never craved, never hungered like this for a man. The need was overwhelming.

  She placed her hand between their bodies and lifted her hips to guide him into her. He moved slowly, concerned, she thought, for her comfort. “I want all of you, Daniel. Deeply. Touch that place in me again, this time with your cock.”

  “God, yes,” he said and didn’t hold anything back as he sheathed himself completely inside her.

  Lena cried out his name again as he stretched her, filled her. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him closer. She kissed him, exploring his mouth with her tongue the way she explored his body. He met her heat with his own, giving as much as he was taking. Her hands traced his chest and over his shoulders, raking down his back. She loved feeling his muscles move as he pumped into her in long, deep strokes.

  Taking a quick breath, he said, “Lena, I’m so close again.”

  “Thank goodness,” she replied. “I don’t know how long I can last.” He lifted himself slightly away from her body, but before she could protest, he slipped a hand between them and found her swollen clit. He rubbed the slippery nub, raising her excitement further.

  “God, we feel good together,” he said. As he continued to stroke her, she could feel every inch of his cock sliding into her body. It was all she needed to go over the top again.

  Her nails dug into his ass, her body rose off the bed as her second orgasm crashed through her, starting at the center and radiating out so forcefully she yelled. Her cry of pleasure was shortly joined by his and he crushed his mouth over hers, effectively silencing them both as he drove himself into her more deep
ly than any man ever had.

  As her orgasm slowed, his kisses gentled, although he continued to move within her, massaging her swollen passage and creating ripples that added to her pleasure and the sated feeling stealing through her.

  She cupped his face in her hands. “That was truly amazing,” she said, unable to keep the wonder out of her voice.

  “Yes, you were,” he answered.

  “That’s not what I—”

  He stopped her with a finger over her mouth. “I know it’s not, but it’s what I meant.”

  She smiled and let her body go limp. She sensed the truth in his words and they were as wonderful as his abilities in bed, which were considerable. Michelle was right. Multiple orgasms could indeed solve myriad problems.

  “Where are you going?” she asked as he rolled off her.

  “I don’t want to crush you,” he said.

  “Oh, you’re not that big. Well,” she ran a finger down his cock, “you are, but I didn’t mind.”

  He laughed. “You’re good for my ego.” He reached over for a tissue from the bedside table and removed the condom. “Besides, being in this position allows me to hold you better.” He pulled her close and she rested her head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart.

  His arm came around her as she curled comfortably against him. She was too exhausted to move. A short rest would be good and then she would say her goodbyes and thank him for the most incredible night of her life.

  Why did thinking of saying goodbye cause such a twinge of regret?

  As he held her, Lena tried to remember the last time she was this content or enjoyed herself in bed so completely. No memories came to her. All she could think of was the incredible highs she enjoyed this evening. Her friend was right. Risks could be good. Drained, she closed her eyes.

  * * * * *

  She thought she’d only been asleep for a few minutes, but the sunlight coming through her lids told her otherwise. She mumbled a protest at having to get up. It was warm and comfortable under the covers, and she was pretty certain she needed to get to work, although she couldn’t remember what day it was. She stretched and opened her eyes, her legs protested with an unfamiliar soreness.