by Abby Wood
"God, you drive me wild." He lowered his gaze. "Your body is perfect." He cupped a breast, molding it, exploring its volume which more than filled his hand. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he strummed his thumb over the sensitive nub. Her body arched, and he groaned with pleasure. Her lust matches mine.
"Oh, Jared, you know how to make me feel better. This will please the trees and me." She brought her hand up and circled his nipple. Shocks of desire went straight toward his cock. She wiggled her ass, definitely aware of the woody poking her from underneath.
She sat up and shifted her ass until she sat astride his lap. Her hands worked the button and zipper on his jeans. He lifted his hips, and she tugged his pants down far enough to set his cock free. Oh, that's a relief. Watching her gaze at the proof of his desire made him even harder.
Her wet, pink tongue came out and ran the width of her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture behind. He wanted those full lips, that powerful tongue sucking him dry. He'd fan her hair out to cover him, letting the strands tickle his skin, heightening his pleasure. The thought of dragging her head back and forth over his cock brought him to rock hardness.
Unable to stop himself, he grasped the base of his cock in his fist. She raised her eyes to meet his, the smile on her lips hinting that she knew what ideas circled in his head, and she willingly agreed. She scooted off his lap and got down on the floor between his knees. With a flick of her hands, she spread out her long hair to form a curtain over his legs. The feather-light strokes of the softest curls he'd ever felt brought his balls up tight in their sac, and the pain-pleasure sent pre-cum to the head of his dick. Melanie leaned forward, her pebbled nipples rubbing the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. She lowered her head and gently licked away the bead of pre-cum from the tip. She rubbed her lips together and purred. Thank God he kept his cock fisted, or he would have shot cum all over her face at the way she delighted in the flavor. Damn, the woman drove him crazy with need.
"Go ahead, suck my dick, baby." He guided her head down, keeping hold of her hair and setting the motion. "Show me how much you want me to shove my big cock down your throat."
Slow and sexy, she stretched her mouth around the width. Her velvety tongue lapped at the underside of his dick where the head mushroomed. He'd never received such a pure, love-of-his-dick blowjob in his life.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good." He stroked the back of her hair. "You like the taste of me, don't you?"
She raised her gaze to his and murmured her answer with a mouth full of cock. The vibrations against his shaft set his dick pulsating. Holy shit. This woman was a lesson in contradictions, one moment all naiveté and innocence, and a seductress like none he'd ever encountered the next. What other tricks did she know? Oh, jeez, I can't wait to find out.
Her slender fingers reached between his legs and cupped his testicles. Her nails gently scratched the sensitive skin and stretched it tight. The pleasant ache in his balls grew. He lifted his hips and thrust into her mouth, leaving his hand on the back of her head to encourage her to take in the whole length.
Without decreasing the suction, she drew every inch into her mouth. He felt his cock touch the back of her throat and nearly lost it right then. Wow. What a rarity, a woman who knew how to give proper head.
"Enough, babe." He gently pulled back until his dick slipped free. "Now it's your turn."
He wanted to extend the pleasure for as long as possible and give some of it back in return. He lifted her off the floor, set her on the couch, spread her legs and kneeled between her feet.
Golden-blonde curls framed her delicate pussy. Her labia glistened with moisture and begged him lick up her juices. He parted the slick, swollen lips. Her feminine scent drove him forward to lap the surface, and his toes curled in appreciation. God, she smelled great.
He swiped the soft folds with his tongue from bottom to top, ending at her clit. Using his lips, he suckled and rubbed the delicate button. He moaned at the way her clitoris grew so big. Finally, I've found someone who'll match me sexually, someone I don't have to coax every step of the way. I could suck on this all day just to watch her squirm in pleasure.
He opened his eyes and gazed up at her face. She stared down at him, her hands massaging her breasts, kneading them with her dainty fingers, tweaking her nipples. Her hips moved, pushing her pussy against his mouth, and she moaned in pleasure. He'd love to keep her in this position, but he wanted to feel her cunt wrapped around his cock even more.
He gave her pussy one last, lingering kiss, stood and swiped his mouth with the back of his arm, then he reached into the back pocket of his jeans, which were pooled around his ankles. After removing the condom he kept hidden between two twenty dollar bills, he threw his wallet across the room and tore open the package. Melanie cocked her head, her eyebrows lowered. She reached her hand between her legs to take up where his mouth had left off. "Why did you stop?"
"Condom." He rolled the rubber down over his cock.
"Ugh." She sat up straight, pleasuring herself forgotten. "What is that?"
"Birth control, baby." He picked her up and laid her on the couch.
"Oh." She giggled. "The Great Oaks have gifted us ways to protect ourselves from disease and unwanted pregnancies. There is no need to have that funny thing separating us from feeling each other's bodies."
He hesitated, caught between believing her and long-established, sensible precautions. If he followed her suggestion, would he be admitting he believed her story? The temptation to do so was strong. He would much prefer the heightened sensations that unprotected sex would bring.
She stroked his face. "Trust me. It's not necessary, Jared." He pulled off the condom and hovered over her, supported on his elbows with his knees between her legs. He gazed down at her breasts for a long moment then lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth. His cock rhythmically pulsed for entrance into her pussy. His body, urging him to reach the ultimate prize, battled with his thoughts to stretch out the fantastic pleasure into an all-day foreplay session. His body won.
Thrusting his pelvis toward her opening, he teased her pussy without letting go of her nipple. Unable to plunge into her the way he wanted, he let go of the glorious bead on her breast and straightened his arms.
"Ready, babe?" He danced his cock around the opening of her pussy. She smiled and lifted her hips. "Yes, pound me hard." He slid into home. The warm, tight muscles of her vagina grasped him firmly and sucked the breath right out of his lungs.
She gasped. "You are so big."
He withdrew without leaving her body then slammed his cock back in her cunt. Again and again. His balls slapped her ass every time he plunged deep. Melanie clutched his arms, arched her back off the couch and screamed his name in a guttural yell. Her pussy convulsed around his cock. He thrust balls-deep and grunted his own satisfaction.
His legs weakened to jelly, and he strained to keep from collapsing on top of her. Every one of his limbs was weak and sated from such a powerful release. Talk about finding fucking nirvana.
He let his cock slip out, kissed her lips and stood, kicking off his shoes and stepping on his pants to remove them. "Hang on, baby, I'll be right back." The room tilted, and he swayed on his feet, trying to find his balance. He felt drained, as if he'd run a marathon. He stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. After turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature, he ambled back out to the living room.
Melanie sat up, smiled and held out her hand. Instead of joining her on the couch, he pulled her up and swept her into his arms. She giggled and clung to his neck, letting her feet dangle in the air. God damn she felt good. A shower should revive them both, and he'd bet his left nut they'd end up enjoying each other again under the water spray.
Chapter Six
"Come here, Tarzan. Jane want you." Melanie bent her finger and waved him forward.
She stood nude on the seat of the couch. Jared dropped his briefcase, rushed over and caught her to his chest without let
ting her touch the ground. Laughing at the object she clutched, he shook his head.
She'd fashioned one of his old tube socks into what he believed should resemble a monkey but appeared to come from the lizard family. Holding the sock up, she grinned.
"Cheetah missed you." She flung the pretend animal over her shoulder. "Jane want to swing on your vine."
He carried her over to the couch. Settling her on his lap, he laughed. God, she was a delight. He never knew what kind of game she'd come up with each day.
"I take it you've watched Tarzan on television." He kissed her lips. She grinned. "Have you seen the show?" Her eyebrows rose. "I can't wait to tell the other nymphs about this man who lives with the apes." She sighed. "He is so handsome and strong."
"Good thing you met me first, huh?" He tickled the side of her waist. She squirmed on his lap and laughed. "Stop tickling me." She inhaled and grew serious. "You know you are the only man for me. If I was able to choose my mate out of twenty, beautiful bachelors, I would pick you."
He snorted. "You'd accept my rose?"
"Yes!" She nodded.
He growled and nibbled her neck. "I'm not sure giving you free reign to the television during the day is a very smart thing." He sucked her ear lobe. "You do know all the people on those shows are acting. Most of them live a completely different life than what they portray."
"Yes." She leaned her head back, exposing her neck. "I know that." He nuzzled around in the spot where her shoulder met her neck. She loved him sucking her there. "My vine is growing, Jane."
She giggled. "Carry me to your tree, Tarzan, and I can help you with that problem."
Jared swept her up, carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She bounced and laughed. Jared couldn't help but join her. Her unadulterated, pure delight in everything she did was contagious. He found himself looking for new things to teach her, to show her, and watching for her reaction. In short, he'd become addicted to pleasuring Melanie.
She sat up, and he stripped off his clothes, flinging them around the room in carefree abandon. She licked her lips and caught the bottom one between her teeth. His cock surged to attention. "God, that's sexy. Come here, I want to taste you." Kneeling at the end of the bed, he spread her legs and pulled her ankles. With her feet on the ground, her pussy lay wide open in front of him. He lapped at the juice coating her lower lips. Damn, I wish I could stay home every day and have her whenever the craving hit.
From anus to clit, he licked, sucked and nibbled his way around her cunt. He slid his hand under her ass and inserted his thumb into her pussy. With his fingers slickened by her moisture, he glided his hand back and forth, producing a moan from Melanie.
His balls constricted. He wanted her now. The long workday pushed his limit of the time he could survive without touching her. He rose to his feet. She sat upright and held up her hand for him to stop. Stop?
"What's wrong, baby?"
She shook her head. "I want you to come all over my chest. I want to see you stroke your cock and view what pleasure comes over your face." His cock surged, and he groaned. "Keep talking like that and I'll blow the biggest load you've ever seen.
Her hand slid over her smooth skin, and her fingers delved into her pussy. "You can watch me play with myself and show me how much you enjoy looking at me." He gripped the base of his cock in his fist and gave it a few pumps. His gaze rose from her hand busy at work between her legs, to her breasts with their rosy nipples drawn into hard nubs. Her large boobs rubbed against each other every time she stroked herself.
She used her free hand to lift her breast. Lowering her head, she drew the nipple into her mouth. He moaned. Jesus Christ, I didn't know she could do that.
"Suck it hard." He gripped his cock tighter. "Damn. Love. That." His breath came in gasps. "Squeeze." He inhaled. "Them together." He stroked the length of his cock, from the tip to his balls.
Melanie cupped a hand under each breast, lifted them up and pushed them together. She threw back her head and mewed. He stepped between her legs and rubbed the head of his dick from one nipple to the other. His pre-cum shone on her hardened nubs.
He bent his knees, arched his back and replaced her hands with his. He slid his cock in and humped the plump crevice between her breasts. His thumbs strummed her nipples at the same time. Damn that feels good.
"Touch your clit." He groaned. "Finger yourself." He kept his cock pumping in the warm cocoon she'd made with her body.
"Oh, Jared. I want to come." She dipped her chin and flicked her tongue at his cock. She bounced on the bed, her finger circled her clit, and she tried to lick the head of his dick every time he thrust up.
"I . . . can't . . . ." He pulled back and gave one last thrust. "Stop." Balanced on his toes, he came. Long streaks of cum shot from the head of his dick like he was some damned porn star. She leaned her head back, and he gazed at the pearly jizz coating the arch of her neck. He groaned and rode the peak of his orgasm.
"I'm coming!" Her ass undulated on the mattress. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" She convulsed on her hand and shuddered.
Jared released her breasts and stepped back. He wobbled on his feet, gave up standing and collapsed on the bed, face first. She flopped back beside him and heaved a big breath.
"That was wonderful."
He chuckled. "You're not kidding. Titty-fucking, my new habit."
"You have lots of habits, Jared." She laughed.
* * * * *
The batter spread out into a circle, and Melanie leaned down to get a better view. Jared had told her to wait for the bubbles, and then she could turn the pancake. Seconds ticked by painfully slowly. They were her favorite food so far but buying them from a restaurant each weekend seemed silly. Cooking remained a mystery to her, and Jared admitted he wasn't the best teacher for the job; nevertheless, he had bought a few groceries and showed her a recipe.
She sighed. If only Jared could teach me, but he hasn't a clue. Maybe I should stop watching the Brady Bunch and learn from the cooking shows instead. She giggled. But then I'd miss the antics of those three Brady boys.
"How's breakfast going?" Jared wrapped his arms around her waist and nibbled her neck.
"Careful, Jared." She wiggled her shoulders. "I have to . . . ." She slipped the spatula under the batter and turned the pancake. "Look! I did it. Just like Emeril does on television."
He groaned, obviously distressed by yet another of her references to television.
"That looks great." He dropped his arms. "I'll set the table, and we'll dine in style this morning."
"Remember the syrup." She didn't look away from the skillet, concentrating her full attention on their meal.
Eight golden-brown pancakes later, with a smile on her face, she carried the platter to the dining room and set it down in front of Jared. I did it!
"Mm . . . . These look great, baby." He stabbed his fork into a couple and transferred them to his plate.
"Really? I did good?" She bounced on her seat. "I've been trying really hard to learn."
"Yeah, they taste perfect." He swallowed and smiled. She dipped her fork in the extra syrup on her plate and licked it off. "Hmm, nearly as good as the chocolate bar you brought me the other day." They ate the rest of their meal in silence. When Jared had cleaned his plate, he scooted it to the middle of the table, leaned back and patted his stomach. "I'm stuffed. You are an expert pancake maker. I declare you the official weekend cook." She smiled. "I'm so proud of—"
The telephone rang, and Jared jumped up to answer the call. She shook her head.
Jared said this world had no magic, but television and telephones sure looked like magic to her. How could people talk to each other over such a long distance?
She gathered the dirty dishes and put everything away.
Jared hung up the phone. "Leave those for later, honey; we've got better things to do with my two days off than washing dishes."
Melanie rinsed her hands and joined him on the couch. He pulled her close and wrapped his arm
around her shoulders. She snuggled up and curled her legs under her bottom.
"Do you have to go somewhere?" He had so many friends and they were always phoning and asking him to go out. She ran her hand along his thigh. He kissed the top of her head. "Nope. I told Tom I didn't want to go."
"What did he want you to do?" She held her breath and waited for his answer.
"Did he want you to go out and chase women?"
Jared pulled her face-down over his lap, her head cradled under her folded arms. Her ass stuck up in the air. Her pussy dampened at the memory of what happened last time he placed her across his knees.
"No. You watch entirely too much television." He swatted her bare butt cheeks.
"He wanted to play tennis."
"You don't like to play tennis?" She flinched.
He caressed the hot spot on her ass from where he spanked her. "I'd rather play with you." His hand came down again, a little bit harder. "I want to see how wet your pussy gets and how red your lovely ass gets from my spankings." She widened her legs and wiggled her bottom. "I like how it stings and not knowing when you are going to do it again."
He dipped his finger between her legs and rubbed her clit. "You're nice and wet already." He spread the cream up around her anus. "God, that's beautiful." He delivered another stinging slap, and she moaned. His finger returned to her anus and rubbed the sensitive nerve endings after each swat.
She writhed on his lap. Each smack brought her higher, and she wanted to come. He slid his finger into her pussy and pressed his thumb against her back hole. Not entering her anus, but letting her wonder if he would.
"Come around my finger, baby." He rubbed her ass with his free hand. "Next time I spank you, have that tight little pussy of yours squeeze my finger." He lifted his hand but put it back down to massage the sore surface. "Get ready." He tickled her buns. "You never know when I'll strike."
"Jared!" She humped his hand. "Please, I'm dying here . . . ." He blew across the warmth on her skin. She shuddered and moaned. He pushed his finger in farther and rubbed her anus in a circular pattern. Slap!
