by Lia Connor
For now, he was having a damned fine time with the foreplay. He was buried so deep in Shika’s pussy that he could feel the pulse beating in her skin. His cock jumped in time with it, perfectly synchronized, aching for its own turn inside that deep mocha cunt.
She’d shaved, and the sweet smoothness of her skin was an irresistible temptation. Touching her everywhere with fingers and lips and tongue, he forgot everything else except giving her pleasure and savoring the slow burn of waiting for his own. Shika let him know what felt good. It must have, because her hands never stopped kneading at his hair, tugging hard when he hit a particularly good spot.
Suddenly she stopped with a gasp, and began to shudder. Rob held on to her tempting thighs as she quaked and shuddered her way through an orgasm that must have been mighty as hell, the way she cried out his name. “Rob, Rob, oh, God, yes, Rob!”
Rob didn’t care any longer if someone was in the kitchen to hear them. As soon as Shika calmed just a little bit, he was on her again, searching for and finding a soft rug to lie her down upon. But Shika, the minx, managed to twist and roll them until it was Rob on his back, and Shika straddling his thighs.
She grinned down at him, triumphant in her victory, and said, “We do it this way. I like to be on top.”
Rob gave in to the urge. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, awe and reverence in his voice. Besides, this gave him an amazing view of her dampened breasts and her tiny waist. She guided his hands to it, and he could almost encircle her. So generous everywhere else, and so little there. Rob caressed her smooth dark skin in wonder, loving the way she arched into his touch as if he were the best thing she’d ever felt.
Taking her hands away from his, her head still tilted backwards and eyes closed, hair falling in a waterfall of wild curls over her back, she moved toward his cock. He was already brushing the edges of her folds, soaking wet from her own juices and the attention of his mouth. She guided his dick toward her pussy and took a deep breath, then sank down slowly, not stopping until the curves of her ass were flush with his own groin.
They stayed there like that for a long moment, Rob fighting not to swear in bliss at how tight and how good she felt encasing him, the friction an almost unbearable joy. He wondered how she felt about having him deep inside -- was he stretching her almost beyond what she could take? From the look on her face, one of pure ecstasy, he thought Shika was enjoying herself just fine.
He thought things couldn’t get any better until she started to move. Grasping his hands for leverage, she rode up and down the length of his shaft, all the way from base to tip and back again. Her skin shone with a light coating of sweat, and her womanly musk grew deeper and heavier, filling the room with the smell of sex.
Rob began thrusting up to meet her when she came downwards, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He freed one of his hands to caress her full breast, tweaking the nipple between two fingers and then rubbing it with his thumb. Shika’s moans and gasps of delight became a litany, his name rolling off her sweet tongue time and time again, urging him on faster, harder, and deeper.
All too soon Rob felt the familiar tightening in his balls that signaled he was about to go off. “Shika -- can’t wait --” he choked.
“Go ahead, baby,” Shika whispered as she glided down his cock. “Let it all go for me. I want to feel you come in me. I want to see what it’s like when my pussy is full of your come.”
“Oh, God!” Rob couldn’t hold off any longer. Grasping at her waist again, he rocked his hips up against Shika and then let go with a loud yell and a blaze of glory the likes of which he’d never felt before. He rocked with the force of his climax, feeling her quake and shake around him again. Hanging on to reality by a thread, he rode out both their orgasms with the same rush he might get from jumping off a bridge into deep, deep waters.
Shika slumped against him, his cock sliding out of her channel. She draped herself across Rob, her head butting up under his chin and her lips kissing at his collarbone. He threw one arm around her back, stroking up and down in lazy sweeps as the pleasure ebbed down into an amazing, hazy afterglow.
He felt Shika chuckle against his skin. “Some gift, huh?”
“Hell, yes. The best thing I ever got on Christmas.”
She paused, rubbing her thumb against his chest. “So does this have to be a one-time thing?”
What the hell? She was asking him if he wanted to see her again? “I’d love for this to be an every-night thing,” he said honestly, running his hand over her hair. “I’d follow you anywhere, Shika. You’re the stuff dreams are made of.”
“Back home, they think I’m ugly.”
“Then back home, they’re too dumb to see straight.” Rob propped Shika up so he could look into her face. She looked almost sad. He shook his head. “No, no. Don’t be upset. You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met.”
The beginnings of that familiar smile glimmered on Shika’s lips. “You really mean that?”
“With all my heart,” Rob swore.
“Would you follow me anywhere? Even if it meant walking out on this job and giving up your paycheck for the night?”
“I’d go to the ends of the earth with you.”
“Not that far off,” Shika murmured. “Rob, if I show you something, you promise you’ll give me a chance to explain?”
He nodded, puzzled. “Anything. And it doesn’t matter how far I have to go. My day job pays peanuts and I’d do anything to be by your side.”
The smile blossomed into full flower. Reaching up, Shika tucked her hair behind her ears. They were pointed, the ends curling over delicately. Rob stared at them. He’d seen fakes before, and these looked like the real article.
“I told you I was a long way home,” Shika said, reaching down for another kiss. “You still willing to go there with me?”
Rob reached up to touch one of the beautiful Elf’s ears. It was warm underneath his fingers, and very much alive, a part of Shika. And there was no part of her he didn’t want to love. “Point me in the right direction and I’m there, as long as you’re with me.”
Shika sighed and settled back down onto Rob’s chest. “Then we’ll go together. Tonight. But first, I have to tell you a story about what happens when you get on the real Fat Guy’s ‘naughty’ list… but then again, maybe he had me down for ‘nice’ after all. What do you think?”
“I think I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Rob answered, and reached for Shika to kiss her again, and again, and again…
Lia Connor
Lia Connor supposedly lives in the South, but her job takes her almost everywhere but there. Her laptop is her best friend as she travels. She’s thrilled to be working with Changeling Press. She loves to write about BBW’s, hot, hot, hot threesomes and were-animals. Lia would love to hear from you. You can contact her at [email protected]