by Dee Dawning
Chapter Thirteen – First Time
When Tony and I walked through the door of my domicile, I laid my new gown on the couch. Then I turned and laid a hot kiss upon his lips. When I pulled away, he had a silly grin on his handsome puss. Laughing, I placed hands on his face, and positioned my lips for a long, passionate kiss. As we kissed, my fingers roved around his cheeks and through his dark brown hair.
It felt as if someone turned up the heat when his hand squeezed my breast, kneading it, while his other hand grasped my buttock.
I took his hand from my ass, kissed it, and smiled. "That's what they make bedrooms for."
He waggled his eyebrows. "And changing rooms."
I laughed, "You got me there. C'mon, I saw the main thing up close, but I'm dying to see the rest of you naked." I turned to lead Tony to my bedroom, but he jerked me back into an embrace as if we performed the tango.
We kissed once more. "Why walk when you can ride." He took my hand and wrapped it over his shoulder, then he lifted me into his arms. He kissed my ear and nibbled on my earlobe, sending shivers to my sensitive nether regions. He carried me into the bedroom and whispered softly in my ear, "I want to remove all your clothes and taste you."
After setting me down beside the bed, I kicked my shoes off as, button by button, Tony languorously unfastened and removed my print blouse. Freeing the clasp of my lacy ivory bra, he pulled the straps over my shoulders. My areolas and nipples pebbled. I shuddered from the pleasurable pulses that zipped to my lower regions when Tony cupped my breasts, then kissed the swollen nubs.
While sucking on a nipple, Tony's thumbs hooked over the top my teal blue skirt, edging one side and then the other of the skirt over my hips and butt. To my chagrin, he broke away to lower it to my ankles. I stepped out of the skirt, and kicked it to the side with a foot. He dragged my lacy ivory panties to the floor and voila, I was naked.
If eyes could ravish, that's what he did when he stepped back and scrutinized my body. "Aren't you going to get undressed?"
"Beautiful." Looking like someone who had his mind on what we were about to do, he began to undress. The removal of his pullover displayed his well formed chest and midsection.
While Tony sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks, I studied him the way he'd done me. When he rose, he undid his belt and zipper and pulled his feet through the legs his trousers. I felt the corners of my lips curve into an appreciative smile as I admired the nearly naked man who was about to make love to me. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, yet he wasn't skinny, nor was he muscular. He was lean and wiry except for wide shoulders. Traces of dark body hair were located on a wide area of his chest and ran a narrow path to the waistband of his briefs.
When he pulled his boxer shorts off, I sucked in my breath as if viewing it for the first time. Facing me, he stood alongside the bed, his half-erect sex jutting out. I studied Tony's thick dick for a few seconds, then reached for it and began to stroke his silky smooth shaft. He gasped at my initial touch. I gasped as his hands returned to my breasts tweaking and pinching my erect nipples.
We seemed to be a mass of moans and sighs as we fondled and stroked each other. He hardened and grew larger, so I sat on the bed with my inner thighs brushing the outside of Tony's legs. Still grasping Tony's smooth member, I started to reprise our interlude in the changing room, when Tony interrupted me.
"Nuh-uh. Ladies first. Nothing could please me more than pleasing you. After that, if you still want me in your mouth, fine—whatever pleases you?"
I concurred with a nod, and he gently pushed me back until I lay on the bed. After placing a pillow under my head, he reclined beside me. He wrapped his fingers behind my neck and drew my face toward his until our lips met. After running his wet tongue over my bottom lip, when his lips touched mine a second time, I sighed and parted my lips, while his tongue slipped between them. Desire, engulfed me when my tongue twirled playfully with his, tasting, exploring, reveling in the ecstasy his tongue promised.
But this wasn't play. It was a prelude to the serious business of having sex with each other. His kiss grew fierce, and his tongue spun across the fleshy cushions of my mouth. Preoccupied, I gasped when his hand moved past my lightly rounded abdomen to my mound, letting his fingers drape over the cleft, gently tapping my clit with his middle finger.
I stiffened and gulped as Tony slammed what felt like ten fingers in my lusty caldron.
Removing his fingers, Tony ended his kiss by slipping them in his mouth. "Mmm, you are tasty." Continuing his erotic journey to my ear, he pulled back my shoulder length, dark brown hair, then after laving my ear canal with his sensual tongue, he whispered, "I'm going to eat your sweet pussy now."
"Oh, God yes. Please…please hurry, I can't wait!"
Tony chuckled. "Patience, sweet thing."
Laving a path of cooling dampness across my heated skin, Tony's moist tongue headed south. Goose bumps formed in its wake on every accessible, sensuous spot on my body. My neck, breasts, ribs, navel, hips and mons veneris all glistened.
Arriving and settling in at my lower extremities, his thumbs parted my folds like drapes hiding a prize in a TV game show.
"Hmmm, " he sighed.
For embarrassing, if stimulating seconds, he scrutinized my vulnerability then, after inhaling deeply, marveled out loud, "Mmm, you smell sexy. I can't wait."
"Then don't." I bleated impatiently.
Tony chuckled.
I felt warm breath on my soft, fleshy bundle of nerves an instant before a solid, wet warmth engulfed it. Laps across my clit caused me to squirm and moan. Foregoing any remaining inhibitions, I wrapped my hands around my thighs and drew my knees back, exposing my pussy and clitoris fully to his mouth. The moment was here, and I intended to enjoy Tony's fingers and tongue playing havoc with my nether regions.
While his hand continued to work me, his tongue explored every fold of skin, every recess, and every secret place. When his warm tongue laved my sexual hollow, I gasped. Dipping his mouth between my heated folds, he slid his tongue into my pussy. God, it felt good as his tongue invaded my feminine recess, slurping and scrubbing its soft, fleshy walls with fervor. My wild reaction was random and involuntary. Unable to hold still, I moved my legs so my feet joined in the middle of his back, then arched my back and thrashed my head. "Oh baby, you are driving me crazy."
Trying to open my overheated pussy to maximum access for Tony's talented fingers and tongue, I flattened my legs horizontally. He took advantage of this by wrapping an arm around each of my thighs. His right hand slid to my clitoris, massaging it with his thumb, while his other hand rose to my breasts, his fingers fondling and massaging my nipples.
My back arched off the mattress as my hips thrust against his mouth. I was so agitated, I grasped the sheets in my fists and thrashed my head from side to side. "Oh, Tony baby, your tongue feels divine."
His tongue switched places with his fingers. While his tongue and lips teased and sucked on my clit, the fingers on one hand delved into my crème filled recess and the other pinched and fondled the nipples.
"God, don't stop!" I moaned long and low. "That's it, more of that, give me more…more…I fucking love it!"
The scorching oral sex sent me spiraling out of control. My arms and torso were in constant motion, making it difficult for Tony to keep his tongue on my clit or in my recess. Running my fingers through his hair seemed to help. I thrust my clit into his mouth and closed my fist around a handful of his hair.
"That's it…don't stop. Oh God…so close," I uttered, breathlessly.
Tony had me so close to orgasmic bliss, tension built in my body and my limbs stiffened. The onslaught of erotic titillation in the form of lips, hands and tongues pressed my libido to the limit. Every nerve in my body was primed for an outrageous orgasm. Then it came. "Jesus fucking Christ, I'm about to explode."
Indescribable sensations rippled through my body, and I slowly lost control as the intensity built. Waves of pure ecstasy lapped agains
t my mind like the immutable tide delivering me into a state of nirvana
* * * *
After a period of convulsions, and aftershocks, she calmed and I joked, "I take it you liked that?"
Breathing hard, she replied, "What do you think, you wonderful lover?"
"I think yes. You like your pussy eaten. What would you like now?"
Still catching her breath, she whispered, "What I've wanted since Fanny's. I want to feel you inside me."
"Your wish is my command." I scooted her back toward the headboard then reached into my pants on the floor removed one of the foil wrapped condoms I'd brought and rolled it down my penis, before urging her legs apart.
* * * *
His lips touched mine and began a short, but adoring kiss. "Umm, I taste myself on your tongue."
He laughed. "Taste good, don't you?"
"I guess." Guiding his sheathed cock to the entrance to my needy pussy, he eased forward and I gasped. Like pain relieving ointment, with minimal resistance, he glided forth into my slippery warmth. The walls of my pussy closed in and welcomed him in a wet, fleshy embrace. Every manly stroke soothed the sweet anguish that had formed within my warm chamber, calling forth a subtle, almost silent, cry of delight.
In a raspy moan, his mouth sought the feel of my nipples again. Alternating between my nubs, he made sure he tasted both nipples.
Periodically, he rose and swabbed my mouth with his tongue before returning, warming my moist cooling nipples with his mouth.
Every cock stroke into my inflamed slit was like a slice of heaven. I gasped from the sinful sensations that threaded through my body and clenched my pussy. The heat stifled me. My heart beat with loud thuds, my skin tingled with electricity.
The barrage of erotic stimulation teased my libido—hot, cold, wet, dry, hard, soft, smooth, rough, slick, coarse, tender, violent, black, white, the contradiction of senses threatened to short circuit my mind. Nevertheless, I thrived in the frenetic sexual environment in which I found myself. Icy shivers shot though me as I realized I was being fucked by my dreamboat, Tony—a white man—and lovin' it.
The passion between us made the world go away. We existed in a small bubble of time and space where the only concern was fucking and more fucking. Every nerve jangling pump of his cock brought a pleasure sound from my throat Pulses of erotic energy jolted through me, bringing me closer to climax.
The achy sweetness, Tony delivered seemed endless and pushed me to the verge of orgasm. A second release was so close and I craved it. Waves of tingly pleasure came over me, slowly infiltrating my body as the swell of pleasure swamped me, drowning me in incandescence, and then zowwee! I went berserk, screaming, "Oh, my God. I'm coming. Jesus, it's a fucki-i-ng Cali…fornia earthquake." My back arched and my head thrashed back and forth, out of control. Sliding my hands into his scalp, I raked my fingernails through his locks.
Before my climax had finished, Tony raised up and shouted, "Oh yeah! Oooh, fuck baby, I'm coming too." He shuddered, then started convulsing spasmodically. Pushing his shaft hard into my channel while depositing his seed into the latex shield, he joined me in his own rite of ecstasy.
Though I wasn't ready to stop, I figured Tony would need to rest for awhile. That's why I was shocked when he rolled me over, raised me to my knees and mounted me doggy style. Pumping me from behind while rubbing my hot button with his hand, I slipped even further into a vortex of lust, and forgot the concept of time. We fucked hard and every way we could think of and we fucked…until the wee hours.
Chapter Fourteen - Love
At dawn, I raised an eyelid, then raised up on my elbows and looked around. Six-thirty! Jeeze, I only went to sleep four hours ago. I rolled over planning on going back to sleep and I probably would have, except I saw Tony and my mind immediately flashed back to the sexfest we'd enjoyed together. Pictures of the previous night flickered through my mind like a slide show. Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to return to slumber-land, but a zillion images of my sexy night kept that from happening.
Fuck it. Unable to fight it, I swung out of bed, naked as a woman who spent the entire night fucking, and headed to the closet to slip on a kimono.
I felt tired, but couldn't sleep so I decided to make coffee to wake up. I'd just started the coffee when my cell phone went off. Who the hell?
Remembering Tony was asleep, I rushed back into the bedroom to retrieve the phone. It was Thursday, a workday. Even so, no one would call me…except…my eccentric lawyer—Letta. "Do you realize it's only six-fifty?"
"Oh sorry, my watch is fast. I got six-fifty-three."
"Very funny. What—"
"Who's that, honey?"
I turned and sure enough, Tony was awake raised up on his elbows. "It's Letta. Go back to sleep, sweetheart"
"Who was that?" Letta demanded.
"Tony."
"Tony?"
"Yes, Letta."
"Did ya do the deed?"
"Yes, Letta."
"Was it good?"
"Indescribable, Letta."
"Good, I want a blow by blow description."
"No, Letta." My voice suddenly went up two octaves. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot."
"Don't you ever sleep?"
"Sure. I sleep four hours a day. Anything more is a waste."
"What about us oddballs who sleep eight hours a day?"
"I'd say you're missing four hours of life a day."
I sighed. "All right. What did you call about?"
"Are you going to your shop today?"
"Yep, it's Thursday and I'm booked solid. What d'ya need?"
"I need to bring you up to date. I'll meet you at Sal's at noon."
"All right, but I might run—"
I looked at the phone, then at my new sex partner. "What?"
"I wish she wouldn't do that."
"What?"
My nostrils flared. "She hung up on me. She does that all the time."
* * * *
I wasn't able to get away until a quarter past twelve so when I got there, Letta was drumming her fingernails on the table. "Hi." I slid in the booth opposite her, and opened the menu, "What did you want to talk about"?
"I hope you don't mind, I ordered already."
"No, that's fine. Now, what'd—"
Letta waved her hands around. "We'll get to that. Tell about last night and you and Tony."
I furrowed my brow. "What's with you and my sex life?"
She raised her brow. "You have to admit, you sex life is intertwined with the case I'm working on."
I frowned.
"Besides, it's privileged information."
I fidgeted in my seat and elevated my brow, questioningly. "Privileged information?"
"Ah-huh. I'm your attorney. Everything you tell me is privileged."
"I hardly see what—"
"Just humor me will you."
I decided to tell her what we did in general terms. After all, she was my lawyer and one of the reasons I did what I did, but once I started, I blabbed everything in excruciating and embarrassing detail. Telling it seemed like reliving it, so I couldn't spill all the tawdry details fast enough.
Letta's eyes opened wide after the first sentence and I swear she never blinked. When I got to the end, she said, "Wow, I'd like to have a movie of that."
"So would I." I winked and glanced at my watch. "Oh shit. It's one-ten. I have to get back." I stood and left a ten on the table. I never heard what you wanted to tell me."
"That's all right. I mostly wanted to hear about you and loverboy. I can email what I wanted to tell you."
When I got home, I checked my email and found Letta's missive.
Hi Jamilla,
Just wanted to update you on Maximilian. As I told you previously, Max signed the nolo contendere papers for the annulment. Yesterday, I submitted the papers to the court and today your annulment was made official. I thought if you weren't busy I'd take you out for a drink to celebrate.
On a
related matter, I got you removed from the bank loan, another reason to celebrate.
I'm sure you could care less, but I got Max and Jeanette back together.
It's not important, but there is one more matter, I'd like to discuss with you in person.
Warm regards, L
I thought about calling Letta to go out and celebrate, but the doorbell interrupted my thought.
While deciding what to do, the bell rang again, so I rushed to the door and peeked through the peephole, but no one was there. "Humph." I scratched my head and headed back to my office when the doorbell rang again. I ran back to the door, peeked again, and saw Tony's smiling face. I rapidly undid the locks, opened the door and came face to face with a large bouquet of red roses in lalique vase.
"These are for you."
How sweet. I took the roses and kissed Tony. "Thank you, sweetheart." I smelled the sweet fragrant blooms and smiled. "They're lovely and they smell wonderful. Won't you come in?"
He nodded and I turned to walk away, but instead of following me he cleared his throat, "Ha-hum."
When I turned, he held a, just as lovely, equally large, bouquet of white roses also in a vase. I set the red roses on the closest end table and returned to the door. Taking the white roses from him, I squeaked, "How many of these do you have?"
He smiled, bent down, and retrieved a pink and a coral bouquet. "Just these. I didn't know if you had a favorite, so I bought all of these."
