by S. L. Siwik
“What would you like me to do?” she asks curiously.
“Sit,” I command, touching my fingertip to my lips.
Her eyes glaze over in lust. “Yes, sir.” She kicks off her heels before straddling my neck.
Pulling aside the slip of underwear, I lick her sensitive area again testing what she likes.
“Oh my God!” She pants out, “Yes! Just like that! That feels so fucking good!”
Hearing her cries of excitement send me into overdrive, and I start treating her pussy to all of the ways that I envisioned licking it for all of these years. Victoria goes from screaming wildly at my tongue lapping at her sensitive folds to garbled noises. When I glance up, I realize she’s biting her fist to keep down the noise.
“No, baby, I want to hear your screams. Let it out,” I say against her thigh. She lowers her hand, her heated gaze meets mine.
With her eyes locked on mine, my tongue licks at her sensitive skin with sure strokes, my lips suck on her clit and she screams loudly giving me exactly what I want.
Empowered by her screams of pleasure, I grip her ass tightly as I inhale her musky scent of excitement and permanently engrain it into my brain. My tongue goes into overdrive, flicking against her clit before running along the length of her sex in a frenzied crazed sort of way.
I continue at the same wild pace until she is so near the edge of climaxing that she is riding my mouth, fucking my face without restraint.
“Mr. Townsend, I’m going to…” In her voice, I hear the question. She is asking if it’s acceptable to come, and I tear a little inside at the fact that she feels she even needs to ask.
“Just let go,” I reply, the words vibrating into her skin and causing her thigh muscles to clench around my ears.
I pick up my pace, licking, sucking, exploring her folds with my tongue, learning everything that could be learned about this woman’s most sensitive of areas.
She’s riding my face again, screaming wildly and when I glance up her hands are in her hair, her head tilted backwards. She looks like a goddess, something I conjured up from pure fantasy. I suck her clit and hum a tune…
The shudder that rips through her is so violent, I feel it course through her body, feel her ass on my chin shaking, feel her thighs around my cheeks trembling, feeling her sex clench and relax multiple times. I even feel her toes, that are touching my rib cage, curl up. None of that includes the wail that would have pierced my ears had her thighs not been muffling the sound. My nose lazily rubs against her clit in sheer satisfaction and pride.
After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Victoria finally scoots down my body to my shins.
“You’re the one paying me,” she breathes out. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you orgasms. You’re not supposed to give a damn if I come or not.”
It hurts to hear her say that and I’m left wondering what kind of selfish bastards she slept with in the past.
“Is that so? Well, I guess I’m doing it wrong then.” I sit up, my finger pushing up her chin. “But, you know what? I like doing it my way. So, I guess you’ll have to deal with coming first. I was raised that a woman always comes first...in every aspect.”
She begins to unbuckle my belt, smiling mischievously up at me. Her eyes tell me that she plans on sucking me off until I unravel in her mouth. I allow her to undo my pants, hooking her thumbs in my boxer briefs and pulling my clothes off. Frankly, I’m not worried about her not loving what she finds. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and her breath is so shaky I can actually hear it. Still staring at ‘The Boss,’ her tongue slowly rolls over her upper lip before she finally looks into my eyes.
“All for you,” I assure her. Her eyes twinkle as her nails dig into my hips in what I can only describe as sheer sexual excitement. A tigress has been given her steak.
I sit up, holding onto her waist as I turn us both, so that I am now sitting up on the couch. My erection is laying against her lower belly, my balls against her sex. Our eyes meet. And it’s the moment I’ve truly been waiting to feel for five years, no, my whole life.
When our eyes lock, I feel the connection between us, the thread running down my hand, through my fingertips and into hers, tying ourselves to one another. Connected. Unbreakable.
Victoria’s body is shaking, and I know she feels it too. The inexplicable power neither of us has any power over, nor any hopes in trying to control.
“I’m not on birth control,” is all she says, unable to articulate the emotions raging inside. She doesn’t need to; I don’t have the words either.
“I have a condom in my back pocket,” is my reply.
Her brows reach her hairline, smirking. “Expecting a happy ending to your night?”
Shit. I’ve dug my own hole for this one. Perhaps some truth will help me out.
“I never thought tonight would come, or that you would even entertain the idea of being with me.” I sigh. “It’s been a while since the last woman I was with…” I run my hand through my hair. “I’m tired of bed warmers.”
“Hey,” she says softly, caressing my cheek. It’s such a simple gesture, but be denied it from the one woman you desperately want it from, and when she does it, the movement feels Earth shattering. “I was just teasing you by that comment. I’m the last person to judge anyone for what they do. Trust me.”
Twisting around, she grabs my pants that she has thrown haphazardly on the floor and fishes out the gold wrapper. With a rip of her teeth, the package is unopened. She does not ask if I’m sure, or if I want to keep going. She already knows the answer. There is no stopping for either of us. Victoria unrolls the rubber down my thick shaft before meeting my gaze. With one hard pull, I rip her panties off her body, her garter belts now hanging loosely on her eyes.
She glares up at me. “Those were my favorite pair.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” I assure her.
Eyes locked, she eases me inside her.
I do not thrust upward, do not shift inside her. I wait for her to acclimate to me. She is tight, warm, wet, and I am barely holding on to control. I grab her sides, my own fingers digging into her skin as though it can possess me with the will to remain still. Her body finally relaxes from its stiffened posture, and she breathes out calmly. Smiling, she nods. And we begin.
With all the power in my hips and abdominal muscles, I slide myself nearly out before thrusting back inside her. Victoria simply accepts my cock, submissive to its power. Her head falls back, her arms wrapped around my neck. She groans loudly, and I can feel just how wet she’s becoming. Her closed eyes finally fly open as she stares at me and with a predatory gaze. Victoria places her hands on my shoulders and parts her thighs wider apart on the couch.
“Let me drive for a little bit,” She says, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
Lifting her hips on her own, she pile drives herself onto my erection. Riding me with total control, she takes me over. If she keeps fucking me this hard and this fast, she’ll unman me in no time flat. I am balls deep inside her, and she shifts her hips back and forth instead of up and down, keeping me buried inside her. She increases the pace of her back and forth motion. It feels great to me, but with every breath she releases, a moan escapes as well.
She catches my eyes and the intense look I find there…If I had a hundred years left to figure out every emotion in her eyes, I would likely still come up short. I have never seen such a look in any woman I slept with, dated, or married. It damn near makes me come, because the reaction it causes inside me is so visceral -such intense desire and happiness. I pull myself back together, because there’s no way that this woman won’t come before me. Her motions are jerky now, wild. She lifts her hair up in the air and lets it fall over her shoulders. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parted. She looks like a centerfold model. A few more wild jerks and…
The scream that tears through the quiet room sounds more like a release of repressed anguish and pain than it does a mind blowing orgasm. The only way tha
t I know that she has come is the way she milks my cock, her body squeezing me with such brutal intensity that I can no longer hold back my release as her body demands from me satisfaction as it continues its relentlessly attack, clenching and releasing…
I grab her hips and rock her back onto my cock with several thrusts… because that’s all it takes…and I unravel in front of her. I feel my orgasm in every single part of my body. Every muscle goes on lockdown, clenching as tightly as is physically possible. The roaring in my head sounds like a violent hurricane until it becomes silent. My toes curl up as my legs shoot out straight in front of me, everything tensing, frozen and locked in place, until the blood rushes back to those parts like a tsunami tidal wave. If all that isn’t enough, Victoria reaches around and gently tugs down my balls, pulling them away from my body, and causes three more waves of euphoria to rip through me. Crashing waves of endorphins ebb and flow out of me as she smiles, proud that she’s caused these incredible sensations in me.
Victoria watches me with undivided attention, her lips parted, her eyes hooded, and I realize….she’s nowhere close to being done with me. Both of us shudder, the last of our high leaving us, and she wraps her arms around me ribs, her body molding to mine. She kisses my lips sweetly before resting her head on my shoulder. Her lips then kiss my neck as we both breathe heavily.
“I’m so glad that it was you after all of this time,” I hear her whisper out against my skin.
I caress her hair, feeling as silky as I always imagined it would. “I’ve only wanted it to be you.”
Victoria glances up at me with the most tender and vulnerable look I have ever seen in a woman’s eyes before. It is a stark contradiction to the confident focused woman that she normally is in the office.
The look in Victoria’s eyes after a few moments of quiet bliss is all business-like again, and I don’t understand the constant change in her emotions.
“Can you get hard again?” she asks me.
My brow arches. “What kind of a man do you think I am? Of course I can.”
A small humor-filled smile graces her lips. “Every man’s body is different. Wouldn’t have thought any less of you if you couldn’t.”
“No problem here with that…” I shake ‘The Boss’, showing Victoria how he is already springing back to life.
Victoria slides off my cock with trembling legs. She slips the condom off, flipping it over, and with ease, ties a knot at the top of the condom. I am already turned on, watching her handle my business with such ease as she tosses it into the trash can.
Pushing the coffee table out of the way…I’m starting to think she’s part Superwoman…she stands between my legs. Glancing down at me with heated eyes, Victoria leans down, and takes my semi-hard erection into her mouth.
“Mr. Townsend,” she groans out, “You feel so incredible in my mouth.” I’m instantly hard again. A part of me, though, saddens at her not calling me by my name.
“Victoria, I told you to call me Blaze.”
She glances up at me, my engorged cock in her capable hands. “Sorry. Force of habit.”
Before I can even think about what she’s just said, her warm lips are now sliding down my shaft, her wet tongue stroking along my length and all thoughts fly out of my mind. I gather her hair up in my hand, holding it out of the way for her as she slowly slides me in and out of her mouth. When the sensations become overwhelming and the heat rolls over my body, I know it has to stop. Grabbing her waist, I pull her back, so I can take her to the bed. I want to take my time for this round.
As we stumble to the bed, she pushes me down, smiling. And I fall down onto the soft mattress for her. Hooking my arm around her waist, I pull her down on top of me as she giggles, now pressed against my chest. I want to take her right here, just slip inside and make her mine again. But, I’m not sure if that’s wise.
“I don’t have another condom,” I explain.
She bites her lower lip as I watch her eyes flash brilliant specks of blue, trying to figure out a solution to the problem. “Well, I bought a box of condoms, but they won’t fit you.”
“I can wear them, we just have to be careful so it doesn’t tear, and it won’t fit all the way down,” I explain. “Would you rather me run out and buy a box?”
“No, it’s alright. If the condom breaks, I’ll just take the morning-after pill.” Victoria glances into my eyes, and I nod.
She stands up, opening her purse and produces the box of condoms. Victoria walks back over and tears the condom wrapper. I love how assertive and aggressive she is as she touches my cock. Placing it on the tip, she sucks on the tip of my penis, and as her lips and tongue move down my length, she slides the condom down over my penis. I groan out loudly, feeling the pressure of her lips through the latex. Opening her mouth, she gingerly pulls me out of her mouth without touching the sides of my cock.
Examining her handiwork, she asks, “How does it feel?”
Tight. Restricting. Uncomfortable. Like the rubber is trying to choke the life out of my dick.
“It feels fine,” I reply.
She hops into my lap, caressing my cock as her fingers slowly move down the curves of my erection. Taking me inside her warm wetness, her eyes flutter closed as her lips part. Cool air rushes out onto my lips from hers, and I cup her face, kissing her with all the emotion that I feel inside, my tongue caressing hers slowly, wanting to learn every single inch of her mouth. I thrust slowly inside her, powered only by my abdominal muscles, taking her slowly. Her hands run down my body, slowly grazing over every naked inch of my torso.
I begin pulling out, slowly easing myself back inside her.
“Do you like that Victoria?” I ask.
She whimpers, nodding her head as I continue my shallow strokes.
Because of my size, I have never been rough with a woman, always being gentle as to not harm her. Rough sex is not something I could ever do, because I always want a woman to feel pleasure from my cock, never pain. She groans wildly while my tip teases her entrance.
Victoria lies down on my chest, her heavy breasts flush against my chest as she starts kissing down my jaw. But, with each kiss, she sucks on my skin harder until she reaches my chin and nips me.
A low growl comes from deep within my throat and she smiles. I lower my chin, so our lips can crush together. Our tongues meld, a combination of need and want of the moment.
“Touch me,” she whispers against my lips.
I slide my hands down her back. “Like this?”
“God yes,” she breathes out. “Touch me however you want. Just don’t stop. I’ve wanted you to touch me for years now…”
Perhaps it’s the alcohol we’ve been drinking tonight causing her to say this, but I don’t argue it. I’ve wanted to hear it for so long, that I’m not going to question it once I do.
“I’ve wanted my hands on you for a long time as well,” I murmur into her ear. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her lips sear into my skin as I hold the back of her neck, keeping her lips pinned to mine. My other hand travels down her back and caresses the sides of her breast. My fingers then trail down her rib cage, gripping her hip possessively.
“Don’t you stop,” she murmurs against my lips, “Don’t you dare stop.”
I grab her hands, and in one quick move, roll her onto the bed, pinning her beneath me. The tip of my nose trails down the bridge of her nose to her tip. I cup her cheek, kissing her deeply. When I release her lips, cool, alcohol infused breath rushes out and it makes me feel heady.
My lips kiss along her jawline and Victoria tilts her head back to grant me better access. My tongue kisses down the flesh of her throat, my hands massaging her shoulders. When I make my way down to her breasts, my tongue swirls around her peaked bud. My hand cups her other breast, feeling its fullness in my palm. She feels better than I have ever imagined, and I have imagined her hundreds of times over already. But, nothing compares to the real thing. She is beauty personified, a muse for
artists to worships. She is my secretary, my love, and now…my lover. She is the woman I’m going to marry.
I smile at the thought, unable to keep my happiness bottled inside.
With her hands running through my hair, she asks, “What are you smiling about?”
“You,” I reply. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her lips drop open as she stares at me wide-eyed. “You do know that there’s a difference between sexy and beautiful, right?”
“Yes, and you are both,” I reply, laying my chin down on the pert mound of her breast. “The last few hours have shown me just how sexy you are. But, the last few years have shown me how beautiful you are.”
Her lower lip quivers as she fights back tears. “You shouldn’t say something like that to a woman unless you mean it.”
I suck on her nipple before releasing it. My mouth makes a popping sound as I release her pebbled peak before glancing back up at her.
