by Miste Rayne
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Jessica lifted her hips slightly. His fingers slipped deep and then withdrew, only to be replaced by a soft-hard certain something sliding between her folds and rubbing along her clit. Back and forth he stroked, scattering the flames in her abdomen. She rocked against his thighs, silently begging for his cock to slam into her, aching for penetration. He laughed at her wanton antics and continued his slippery sliding.
“You feel amazing, Jessica. Better…so much better than I expected. How are you liking my special massage instrument?” A deep thrust accentuated his question.
“Oh yes, I’m really liking this, but maybe—” She gasped sharply as the first orgasm hit her from out of nowhere. Wave upon wave of tingly prickles assaulted her senses, and she forgot time itself, lost in the intensity of each jolt of pleasure bursting through her being.
When he sat back on his heels and gathered her upright and into his arms, she was still shaking from the aftershock.
“M-maybe…a bit sl-slower next t-time?” She could barely get the words out. The diminishing tremors were still making it hard to breathe.
The kisses lightly sprinkled on her neck calmed her, and she wound her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his.
“Why did we wait so long to meet in person?” She turned in his embrace, pushing him backward onto the bed.
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“I call it perfect timing.” His hands tangled in her hair, fingers pressing against her scalp. She trailed kisses from his quivering lips, along his jawline, and to the tender spot behind his ear. He took a sharp, quick breath as her tongue flicked his earlobe. She pulled back long enough for him to see the grin spread across her face.
She nibbled and nipped her way down his neck, pausing to sprinkle little kisses along his collarbone. He maneuvered his hand down to rub her shoulder and then drifted back to her hair. She worked her way down his chest. When her teeth grazed a nipple, his grip on her hair tightened with another quick breath in.
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The feel of his hand taking controlling interest of her hair gave Jessica pause as she felt prickles of excitement cascade down the back of her neck. Refocusing, she took her time, teasing the manly bud with her lips, sucking and nibbling, flicking with her tongue. Lying across his torso, she could feel his abdominal muscles contracting in response to her ministrations. Her hands trekked across his chest, following the path her mouth had traveled. Fingers rubbed his shoulders, and fingernails lightly scratched across his collarbone. Her lips swept a trail down his abdomen as her fingertips paused to squeeze and gently twist his nipples.
He moaned. Delighted at his response, Jessica eased down his body, her hands latching onto his hips.
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Mitchell sucked air in and held his breath as she slid her body lower, maintaining skin contact.
He watched in a haze as she lifted herself away. A quick tug removed the condom, and then suddenly she blew cool air across his shaft. His eyelids flew open, and he swore his eyes almost popped the sockets. She giggled and dragged a fingernail lightly up the length of his cock. She then grasped it with her hand and squeezed gently, swiveling loosely and lightly from the base to the tip. With her thumb and forefinger, she playfully flicked the tip.
He gasped. When her gaze met his, she raised an eyebrow, gave him a half smile, and then, holding his cock firmly, placed her tongue on the tip. She circled the head with the very end of her tongue, still watching him, then pursed her lips and blew lightly on the wet skin. He closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his balls tighten closer to his groin.
Her lips massaged the length of his shaft, slowly moving down one side and up the other. Back to the tip, he watched, transfixed as she bumped it against her teeth, then slid the head past her lips.
The sudden wet, warm, and confined space almost sent him over the edge. He held on by a mere thread, determined to experience as much of these amazing sensations as he could. He looked intently into her wide hazel brown eyes. He could see the hunger…and something more. Playfulness? Her teeth lightly grazed his sensitive skin, and he groaned again.
She grasped his hips and worked his cock down her throat as deep as he thought she was physically able. His amazement at her prowess was overshadowed by the intense tight euphoria he craved.
His fingers clenched her hair, and he began to slowly thrust upward—harder, deeper. She helped him keep his rhythm, her grip on his hips firm.
The pressure in his balls built, and he knew the moment he hit the point of no return. With his final deep thrust, he looked into her eyes and saw she meant to take it all. She sucked hard as his cum, hot and electrical, shot through his shaft, filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed everything and continued a gentle sucking motion until his flaccid cock slid from her mouth. She smiled and licked her lips.
His chest rose and fell as the orgasm faded. Damn, she was just as good as she’d insinuated in their online chats.
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Jessica slid off the bed onto wobbly legs. She stooped to retrieve her long black coat. Eyeing Mitchell from over her shoulder, she shrugged into the coat and gathered it to cover her breasts. She plucked her thong and lacy top from the edge of the bed and tucked them into her coat pockets. She wanted to stay, longed to stay, to have him drive that magnificent cock deep into her pussy and make her come again and again, but her plan had been to leave at the point where they both wanted more. How else would she ever be able to coax him into another real-life visit?
She took a step toward the door, gazing down the hall to her exit. The emotions brought on by how right and incredible this night had felt pushed a lump into her throat. She squinted back the threat of tears. A slight tugging on the back of her coat stopped her.
With his hands suddenly on her shoulders, he turned her to face him. His fingers pushed into the front of the coat, and he filled his hands with her tits. Directing her with his hands encasing her full orbs, he guided her to the loveseat facing the recently vacated bed. He sat and guided her legs to either side of his thighs. She straddled him, her long coat draped over his knees, over his feet, grazing the floor. His semi-erect cock beckoned, so she scooted closer and grasped the hot shaft, placing the tip just inside her folds, nuzzled up against her clit.
“One second, babe.” He reached to the side and produced another circular disc from the arm of the loveseat and quickly sheathed himself.
Jessica readjusted herself against him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to slide against his soft, velvety cock as he nibbled and licked along her cleavage. He worked his way to a nipple, latched on, and began to suck and tickle the over-sensitized bud with his tongue. His cock hardened as her female wetness increased the gliding speed. She cried out as a clitoral orgasm hit. He caught the nipple between his teeth and nipped as he guided her hips firmly against his hard cock.
Breathing hard, her gaze riveted to the ceiling, she rode the sensations of the orgasm that tingled through her body. She felt like putty in his hands and squeezed his shoulders as he continued to grind against her. She arched her back against the incredible feelings.
With no warning, he lifted her hips and impaled her deeply with his cock, filling her to capacity, stretching her inner walls. He held her there, unmoving at maximum depth as he continued to suck her nipples.
Her insides were molten lava. The unexpected thrust of his shaft coming so soon after the release of her orgasm had her shaking. She felt his cock swell and concentrated on squeezing her vaginal walls around his thick shaft.
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Mitchell jerked his head backward, nearly losing a nipple out of his mouth. He certainly had not expected her to put the squeeze on him like that. He marveled at the sensation as she pulsed around him. The need for another release teetered on a knife edge.
She left one hand on his shoulder. The other hand moved to the back of his head. He released the nipple and looked into her eyes.
“Where—” He could barely get the words out. “—did you
learn how to do that?”
She dipped her head, and the heat of her whisper tickled his lips. “Kegel exercises. They really do work.” Her lips fastened upon his as she began to rock against him, sliding his cock deep then out, angling to hit the sweet spot.
He ravaged her mouth, tongues dancing furiously. The sensations of being buried so deeply inside her tight heat, along with the squeezing, drove him to near forgetfulness. His reality was spinning out of control, coming apart in ribbons of carnal delight. The cadence quickened until thighs were slapping together, both groaning in the throes of impending orgasms.
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Jessica felt the explosion building within her, felt the spasm of clenching that she could no longer control.
He slammed her down one final time, holding her as rigidly and deeply as possible as they climaxed together. He unleashed a resounding roar as she released a barely suppressed scream. His heat filled her, and she was dizzy with the high of the release, barely registering his continued sucking of her tits.
The semi-erect sensation of his cock as it rubbed against her clit on the way out, ignited a tingling that spread up through her abdomen, and she released a moan from between her lips. He was amazing. So amazing, she hated to leave, but…the plan. If she couldn’t keep to the plan, there was no hope for a future replay. Her mind wavered over whether she had left him wanting more…or had she given all? She refused to accept the thought that this was a one-night stand sort of thing.
On shaky legs, she stood and moved backward from him, pulling the lapels of her long coat together and buttoning up with trembling fingers. He leaned back against the loveseat, spent, watching her with those dazzling blue-green eyes. The breath caught in her throat as he ran his fingers through his dark, damp curls. Somehow she finished with the buttons, and her hands dropped to her sides. Her legs felt like pudding.
She inhaled, closing her eyes for a moment to steady her nerves. Then she opened her eyes and nodded, allowing a half-smile. He held out a hand, which she met with her own. He leaned forward and brought her fingertips to his lips. He kissed each one.
“Thank you for coming here tonight. This was a treat…long, long overdue.” His voice was a soft oak timbre. She felt like she was being wrapped in a snuggly, fleecy blanket.
“Yes. Long overdue…and I hope—” She turned from him then, walked to the bedroom door, paused to look back. “—not the last time.”
He smiled, and she nearly melted right there.
Jessica continued her trek down the hallway toward her escape. She grasped the knob, turned it, and pulled the door open. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, she paused at the sound of the definitive click behind her. She glanced back and exhaled on a long sigh. Room 515…although the last five was at an angle. She tapped the errant numeral into place, and with another deep inhale and slow release, she turned toward the elevators.
Taking a step forward as the elevator door slid open, Jessica nearly collided with a small blonde woman pushing an overloaded cleaning cart. The housekeeper paused and regarded her with a knowing smile, then glided past her into the hallway beyond.
About the Author
Misté lives in Western NY. She enjoys a hot cappuccino on wintry mornings, the stronger the better! Pillow Talk is her first foray into the erotic, and she hopes her readers enjoy the story as much as she enjoyed writing it.
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