A trail of clothes strewn between the galley and the room we had occupied. That we managed to get there at all a surprise in itself.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing, Riddick. I haven’t had much experience with this.”
“You’re doing fine so far. Didn’t let you out to play much?”
I shake my head. My desire will have to make up for my lack of experience. He’s holding me up, my legs still shaky. Making a little pile of pillows on the very edge of the bed. I don’t ask, even though I’m curious.
I wouldn’t exactly call it compliant, considering that’s she’s demanded this. Kind of funny, I’d normally get pretty fucking pissed off at being ordered like that. Except I don’t really think it’s an order, and I don’t think she meant it as one. Fuck, what would I do if I thought I had less than twenty four hours to live. So what the hell, I’ll give her everything I’ve got. Satisfied or exhausted. Either one works for me.
Sit her down on the very edge of the pile of pillows, push her knees apart. Push her back, just a little, so she’s resting on her elbows. Slide between her thighs, still damp. She smells wonderful, hot and wet. My sweat on her skin, she still tastes of my come. Nothing quite like marking what’s yours.
Nuzzle her damp curls, watching her breath rise and fall quickly. She’s already ready for me, this is just play. Gentle nudge of her clitoris, just a quick lap, already solid under my tongue. Don’t want to push her so far, not just yet. That deep moan, her throat exposed, as her head falls back. Run my hands up the inside of thighs, catching her knees, making her rest her heels on the very edge of the bed.
She’s soaked already. Bury my tongue in her. One hand over the top of her thigh, to hold her. Rest my thumb on her swollen clitoris. Almost too light to feel, if I was touching anywhere else. Stroke my tongue along the ridged upperside of her, slowly. With every stroke, a little tap on her clitoris. Just enough to make her want to buck up for more. I love the taste of her, but pull back, sliding two fingers deep, along the upperside, hit her g-spot at the back. That same slow stroke, tapping her clitoris every time I hit it.
You don’t have to be rough with a woman, it’s enough to be patient, and watch what works. Her toes flex and curl, the muscles in her thighs twitch, almost out of her control, as she tries to buck up into my hand. The way I’ve got her, it just presses my other hand deeper into her g-spot, until she’s a quivering, moaning wreck. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Her hand is back in her mouth, I don’t want her opening that cut again. As much as I’d love to keep doing this, and just watch her come fully, not just gear up for it, I stop. Not all at once, but slowly pull my hand away. Press my palm over her clitoris, the pressure helping to still her a little. Lap the line of her come before it makes it’s way down to the pillows. Don’t swallow.
Pull her up gently, her eyes are glassy, and unfocused. Her mouth open, breathing in small pants. Catch her behind her back, her shaking arms can’t hold her long. Run my still wet finger over her lip, my cock twitching, as I watch her tongue take it in, shyly at first. Wonder if she’s ever tasted herself. Let her finish, before kissing her, her come still in my mouth, her moan letting me know she finds it as sweet as I do.
Stand up, between her knees, pulling her hair out of the way so I can watch her. Fight to keep myself from grabbing her hair and thrusting into her mouth. I’m not worried about her biting me anymore, I just don’t want to come yet. The flat of her tongue slides over the tip, before she takes me fully, as much as she can. Her low deep moan moving right through me, a vibration that’s damned near unbearable. One hand stroking to make up for what her mouth misses, the other cupping and gently kneading my balls. A swirl of tongue, down, stroke, back, teeth and tongue sliding over the tip, pulling gently around the rim, before dipping again. Feel my breath grow short, the heavy weight in my belly, like everything in me is where her mouth is. Fuck, I want her to finish, but I pull her back anyway.
Lay her back against the bed, running a finger over her wet mouth. Tweak a nipple. Press her lower back down, bring her knees back up, her toes resting on the very edge of the bed again. Pull her hips, just a little, so she’s right at the edge of the pile of pillows.
“This is going to be deep. Might hurt a little, baby.”
Just that slow smile, her sharp little teeth at the very corners. Reach under, my elbows pulling up her knees. If she was a little more experienced with this, or if we had more time, I’d hold her ankles, but this will do just fine. Keep pushing, slowly, giving her time to settle into it, until her knees are almost touching the bed.
Low enough that I can kiss her first. Watch her carefully, as I sink, inch by inch, into her. Watch for any signs of pain. The position’s deep, so I go slow. A whimper as I withdraw, only an inch or so, it just feels like more. Kiss her as I sink back, deeper this time, intense pressure on her clitoris at the bottom, turning her growl into a moan. Stay still at the bottom, for just a breath.
“You all right, Anise?”
Have to take that whimper as a yes. Her knees strain against my arms, pushing her hips back up to me with every drive into her. Completely open to me, drive to the bottom, pick up the speed a little, watching her, to make sure she’s not getting hurt. Pull her hand out of her mouth, I love the sound of her screams, even if it makes it hard for me to last. And she’s screaming now, pure primal animal screams. Could make a man lose his head. She wanted to be fucked senseless. So I let go, just a little, not so hard it’s going to hurt her.
Pull back a little, to watch her come underneath me. Her short screams with every sharp breath, at the bottom of every stroke, but that’s just me. Wait for that deep inner clenching of muscle, that flutter, as she loses control over her own body, succumbing to pleasure. That raw scream, in her strange deep voice. A scream that has only a little to do with me fucking her, and has more to do with HER. Sink to the very bottom, deeper than ever, deep enough to hurt. Don’t withdraw. Her fluttering muscles do the rest, pulling every drop from me. My hips buck forward, my own roar matching hers. Even then she’s not done, as wave after wave of smaller orgasms roll over her. Her breath in small gasps, no sound left to scream out. I’m worried she’ll just stop breathing.
Kiss her exposed throat, her pulse racing, try to bring her back. Slowly ease back a little, holding under her ass to pull the pillows out of the way, lowering her back down, gently. Wince of pain, as I help her lower her legs a little, too cramped to move them far. Stroke her face, watch her slow blink over glassy eyes.
“You’re all right?”
Shaky, but alright. Slowly help her to sit up. Can’t help but smile at her completely content face. Help her back with me to the galley, pour her a cup of coffee. I’m starving.
“You still want more, baby?”
“How many hours do I have left?”
Hours. Fuck, I like this woman.
© 27 Jan 2006, 16:30