by Rachel Bond
Something tugged at her shirt and she realized he was undoing her buttons. After the first two, he grunted and tore her shirt open, popping the rest clean off. They flew in all directions and she heard them clatter.
She laughed a little into his mouth at this macho cliché, and felt him smile in return. She realized her white lacy bra was exposed. He pulled away a bit and then leaned back in, kissing her neck, running the tip of his tongue down to her exposed collarbone, then farther, to the top of her bra. Every brush of his lips against her skin seemed to throw off sparks, every touch of his fingertips was like an electric current. Her entire body felt like it was lighting up, charged, ready for what was to come next.
He fondled her breasts through the bra, kissed the exposed top halves of her perfect orbs, then deftly reached back to undo the clasp. The bra fell away and she watched his face as her bare breasts were revealed. She could see that he approved of her small, dark nipples. He bent forward and took one into his mouth, sucking hard enough to hurt…but somehow instead of hurting, the sensation mixed with her dreamlike state and felt almost like a mouth closing onto her clit. She gasped.
Her clit…it was throbbing with desire, yearning to be stroked and licked. She rubbed it a little before tearing her hand away. She knew he would do whatever she asked.
“I need to come,” she said, letting all her inhibitions down. It felt strange to be so demanding, so straightforward. But it was such a thrill!
He looked a little shocked, but quickly recovered. “Okay,” he said.
“Lick me, finger me.” She reached down and pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare thighs and tight cotton panties. Zachary’s eyes opened wide. She laid the skirt down on her stomach and spread her legs. She allowed her hand to stray down again, this time lingering longer on her panties right above her clit, running down from the sensitive top, over her panties, down her slit, pushing a little into her wet pussy. She watched his eyes. He was practically drooling.
“You want this, don’t you?” she asked. He nodded. “You want to touch me here?” She stroked herself again, still on the outside of the fabric. It felt so good, she almost couldn’t stop.
He seemed to be having trouble speaking. “Y-yes.”
“Do it, then! Make me come!”
He touched the outside of her panties, stroking the fabric, finding her clit and playing with it. He cupped her mound and rubbed around gently, exploring, getting a sense of her body. She responded by grinding into his hand and moaning.
“Good,” she said. “Keep going…”
His fingertips traced the edges of her panties before slipping underneath. She smiled as she thought of her perfectly shaved pussy and how wet and slick she was. His finger touched the outside of her opening, picking up some of her juices, spreading them upward, still under her panties. He rubbed her sensitive peak, and she wondered if he was going to make her come in the next few moments. She wanted it to happen, desperately, but she wanted to prolong it just a little. She managed to hold back, but barely.
Without warning, he slid her panties all the way down her legs and tossed the fabric aside.
Her beautiful, shaved mound and pink pussy were utterly exposed. “You still want me to make you come now?” he asked, looking her in the eyes as he lowered his face toward her love button, where his fingers were dancing lightly.
“Uh-huh,” she managed to moan through the intensity of the pleasure. “Now…please…”
At that moment he stopped moving and took his fingers away. It was like pulling an oxygen mask from a diver. Her body seemed to cry out, demanding to be touched, shocked at this sudden removal of sensation. Did he want her to beg for it? What was he doing? She looked down and saw him bring his mouth close to her, his lips slightly parted, his tongue licking them, making them moist. He stopped a half-inch from her clit.
She couldn’t help herself. The whole area around her clit was tingling like a hand waking up from sleep. God damn, why didn’t he keep touching her? She pushed her pelvis up, raising her vulva to meet his mouth, at the same time grabbing the back of his head so that he couldn’t pull away.
She forced her wanting pearl against his mouth. He didn’t resist. He sank down into her, mouth opening, lips wet and soft and smooth like the lips of her pussy. He took her whole clit into his mouth. She threw her head back in the shock of ecstasy and pushed his head down against her body.
“Shit,” she said. “Oh fuck. Oh God.”
He was that good. His lips opened and closed against her most sensitive areas, and they were softer than she could have imagined. The skin around his mouth was unbelievably smooth; he must have shaved it minutes ago when he left the room. His tongue emerged and swirled and played with her. Within seconds, she was back at the edge of climax. Her head filled with anticipation. The muscles in her legs and stomach began to tighten. Zac moved in a pattern now, pulling his lips down and together over her clit, then flicking a circle with his tongue. Over and over. So smooth, so soft.
Savannah focused on the sensations in her clit and within the flesh all around it. Every tiny movement of Zac’s mouth felt like a hot thrill that pushed her higher and higher.
She was there.
She was coming.
Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes! He’s making me come! He’s sucking my pussy and nothing else matters. Just this moment. This pleasure. Keep going, don’t stop, don’t change a thing…
There was no holding back now, even if she had wanted to. A ripple of energy began between her legs and flowed like a hot wave up her chest, into her head. She closed her eyes and tightened her lips. The orgasm was so powerful that it almost hurt. It grew in intensity every second. Her body went into spasm. Her pelvis rose up against Zac’s face. Her right hand gripped his head while her left reached out and grabbed soft fabric.
She wanted to cry out, to scream in pleasure as throb after throb rocked her body—but she couldn’t. She could only groan and pant and try to catch her breath.
His mouth kept up the same motions, not too hard, not too gentle. He timed them to her thrusts upward. It seemed to last for thirty minutes, but how long it really went, she never knew.
Finally the intensity of the pleasure began to die down. Savannah lay there gasping for breath, her chest heaving up and down, her mouth open with the urgent need for air. She felt as exhausted as if she’d just run a wind sprint.
Still he moved on her, softer now, and it still felt good. She stroked the back of his head.
“Holy fucking Christ,” she said in a half-whisper.
He lifted his head a bit. “Was it good?”
“Oh my God, you couldn’t tell?”
“I could tell. You came for like three minutes.”
“It felt like forever.”
He kissed around her clit, then moved down and used his tongue to lick at the wetness along the bottom edge of her pussy. Every nerve ending was on fire, but in a good way.
She let her hand fall away from his head, and absentmindedly played with her own nipples for a moment, lost in the aftermath of one of the best orgasms of her life. Hell, it probably was the best.
***
He didn’t seem to be in a rush to do more with her, and this pleased her. So many men were obsessed with instantly going all the way, as soon as they could. But Zachary just lay next to her on the bed, looking at her with a sweet, knowing smile.
“What do you feel like doing now?” he asked.
“Just hanging out,” she said. “Chatting. Maybe take a nap.”
But inside her mind, the truth was different: she wanted more. She wanted Zachary Cushman’s body. She wanted to take him and control him and give him pleasure until he begged for mercy. All thoughts of her throbbing head injury and the bizarre scene earlier on the street downtown were gone now. Even the faint awareness of her ex-boyfriend’s presence had faded under the intense emotions of intimacy with Zac.
She thought about making a move, but then he said, “Have you been to Africa?”
Well, that was out of the blue.
“No,” she said.
“Oh, man. It’s amazing. We should go. There’s a place at Victoria Falls where you can sit in a pool just a few feet from the edge. It’s unreal. The Devil’s Pool, they call it. Zambia. And the Valley of Kings in Egypt. Amazing, the history, the statues. And the Serengeti…Kilimanjaro…I can’t believe you’ve never been!”
“I don’t think most people have.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true. Listen, we can fly over there on my jet. Maybe in a couple of weeks.”
Fly over there? Just fly over to Africa, whenever they wanted? She could get used to this.
“Tell me more about it,” she said. “Everything.”
And he did. For the next couple of hours she lay in the bed while he told stories and painted pictures with words. He’d had quite a life. Sometimes he’d pull up something on the iPad, an image or a video, when he really wanted her to see something.
Eventually she got hungry and he brought her lunch in bed—a first for her. Whenever he moved around the room, or walked in or out, she admired his perfect form. Soon she was lusting again, and wanting that physical connection. She wanted to please him, as he had pleased her.
He lay next to her, working on his laptop. She finished her meal and set the plate aside.
She sat up on her elbows. “Lie down,” she said, taking the laptop and closing it. “On your back.”
CHAPTER 16
Zac thought: The vow is broken! I can do whatever I want!
He looked over at Savannah with a mixture of surprise and happy anticipation. Yes, the vow was broken. He’d touched a woman sexually. They hadn’t had intercourse—not yet—but he knew that was going to happen soon. He felt amazingly powerful, being able to give Savannah a climax like that. It was a wonderful feeling. To have her body bend to his will, to lift up her skirt and tease her until she dripped her cream, then to pull off her panties and take her with his mouth.
He licked his lips. Now something else was going to happen. But what? This was a side of Savannah he’d had a little taste of two weeks earlier in his kitchen when she’d ravished him. When he’d had to reject her. He’d felt so horrible that night, it had almost driven him crazy. He still felt guilty about it.
But this moment was all that mattered now. He loved this take-charge side of Savannah, so unlike her usual demure exterior. He slid down the bed until he was lying flat on his back, acutely aware of the huge erection filling his boxers. He’d been thinking about what might come next for the last little while.
He needed release. Needed it bad. It had been several days since he’d pleasured himself. He’d purposefully waited, allowing his need to build up and become urgent, knowing that this day was coming.
“Do you have something in mind? I love your body,” he said as he turned a little and slipped his hand up under her skirt again, running his fingers lightly over her clit and mound. “You’re so responsive. I’ve never seen a woman have a climax like the one you had earlier.”
She giggled and kissed him. It was true—Savannah was unlike the women back in California. He wondered why. Was it because they were only after his money? Was it the strange artificiality of those one-night-stand relationships, the temporary grasping at pleasure? Could his feelings for Savannah, and hers for him, really intensify things so much during their lovemaking?
He kissed her, probing with his tongue, his senses lit up like a stage under spotlights. He closed his finger and thumb on one of her nipples, savoring the way it felt, firm but soft. He couldn’t resist, even though he knew he shouldn’t—he pinched it. Just a little.
Savannah flinched and pulled away. “That hurt,” she said. But then she smiled broadly. “But I liked it, bad boy.”
He rolled and lay on his back, still fully clothed. She looked down at the bulge of his cock and raised her eyebrows.
“Looks like somebody’s got a big hard one,” she said, a little bit of teasing tone in her voice, reaching out and stroking him lightly through the wool of his slacks. “Oh, yeah. Very big, very hard, very ready.” She continued to stroke him. It felt unreal. “Do you like hand-jobs?”
His head was spinning. It had been so long since a woman had touched him. Even the suggestion of a hand-job filled his mind with urgent lust. His cock strained harder against his clothes.
He managed to nod.
She positioned herself next to him, kneeling, and unbuttoned his $1,500 custom-tailored pants. She slid the zipper down and he felt some of the pressure release. But his shaft was still as hard as it had ever been. She spread his open fly and he looked down to see the top two inches of his manhood peering out from inside his maroon boxers.
She reached down and stroked him, just below the glans. Her hand was warm and dry, and slid smoothly across his skin. It felt like heaven. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was going to be good; he knew it.
Savannah used finger and thumb to stroke just the visible area of his cock, up and down. Very gently.
Damn, that feels incredible!
“I want to come so bad,” he said, almost under his breath.
“Oh, I know you do,” she said. “Poor baby.” She leaned down and licked the tip of his meat. “Mmmmm.”
He pushed up, hoping she would take him into her mouth, but she didn’t. Instead, she just licked him a few more times, then sat up and pulled his boxers down a few inches. His cock sprang out as she tucked his waistband underneath his balls. It provided a nice tight pressure down there.
Pressure. That’s what it felt like now. Like pressure building up, water behind a great dam, pushing so hard that something had to give.
“You need to come, don’t you, Zachary Cushman?”
He nodded and groaned a little. He felt too dizzy to speak.
She closed one fist tightly around him and started stroking up and down, pulling the skin taught with every downstroke. He was circumcised, and as the skin pushed back up on the upstroke, it rubbed his glans, only to be pulled back down again. The alternating pressures drove him wild.
She did it over and over. Her hand was still dry, and she was grasping him hard, not letting her fingers slide along but instead pulling the skin of his cock. She knew what she was doing. It felt incredible. A few more strokes and he might be close to the edge…
She stopped, then bent down again and placed her open mouth over the tip of his cock, taking in the first few inches. He kept his hands at his sides, giving himself to her, making no effort to control her movements.
She sucked hard, and he gasped and pushed a little, wanting more. She sank down his shaft, wetting him all the way down. Then she pulled back off with tight, sucking lips, popping from the tip of his cock in a way that sent a shiver through his entire body.
He watched her. She brought one hand and then the other to her mouth, licking each one several times, covering them with her saliva. Now her dripping-wet hands descended to him and started jacking him off for real, pumping his already-wet cock, slicking up and down every inch of him.
She turned and watched his expression, and he looked into her eyes. He saw desire there, and pleasure, and the thrill of controlling him.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. The rhythm was everything. And with each stroke, she brought him closer and closer to the point of no return.
Now he watched her hands. As her fingers slipped off the top of his glans, they paused, then moved back down—tight—simulating the sensation of penetrating her passage.
Holy fucking Jesus Christ almighty!
Her hands were intense, squeezing tightly and releasing at the exact right moments. Then she took one hand and clamped it around the base of his cock, squeezing there, pushing more blood into the length of him.
“You’re going to feel an orgasm in a few seconds,” she said.
He nodded and tried to say, “Uh-huh,” but the sound that came out was just an animal groan. He couldn’t think straight. His brain was filling wi
th pleasure chemicals. It was like being on cocaine, except this was more real and pure than any drug trip.
“But I’m not going to let you ejaculate.”
He couldn’t understand what she was saying. He just wanted sweet release.
She said, “And then I’m going to give you another orgasm. It’s something I know how to do.”
She was jacking him faster and faster now. He was going to come.
CHAPTER 17
Savannah marveled at Zachary Cushman’s manhood. It was massive. Certainly the biggest she’d seen, although that wasn’t saying much—she hadn’t been with that many guys. In her hands, it felt like iron, but somehow soft and responsive.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew exactly how Zac would respond. As she closed her right hand as tightly as she possibly could around the base of him, she knew the exact reason for the move.
It was Charles—the things he’d taught her were finally proving useful! Her relationship with that maniac hadn’t been a total waste of time after all. He’d made her practice this technique on him over and over, sometimes for hours, forcing her to bring him to climax while holding back his come, again and again.
She pulled herself away from these thoughts, and focused back on Zachary and his beautiful, sexy body. His flesh was showing all the signs of readiness: straining upward slightly, stiffening even further, balls tightening up. All that plus the expression on Zac’s face and the way he moved his body told her all she needed to know.
“You’re going to come in a few seconds,” she said in a low voice, looking not at his face but at the slick, pink organ in her hands. She licked her hand again, then returned it to his shaft. She squeezed him tight at the base and slid her left hand up and down on the first few inches of him. She didn’t go all the way down. She knew that holding the base was making it grow fuller and harder, while also intensifying his pleasure.
She also knew that when he was about to come, she could squeeze and push just above his orbs, right at the base of him, underneath, to keep the cream inside. To give him the sensation of multiple climaxes.
