by Jade White
When he finally reached her pussy, he kissed her lips softly, tenderly, like he was kissing her and there was nothing that was wasted in his movements. He did everything intentionally and she smiled, running her hands through her hair as she kept her eyes closed and let the feelings run through her. She wanted this to be special and she wanted to let him know how incredible he was to her. When he eventually stop kissing her, he tenderly, cautiously licked her slit, running straight from her pussy to her clit and she let out an exhale that was long and breathy, just letting her body speak to him. She smiled and could feel his eyes burning against her skin as she kept her eyes shut. Clenching her eyes shut, she ran her hand through his hair and pulled him closer, holding him in front of her as he licked her again, exploring her pussy with his mouth. He licked her everywhere and the sensation was phenomenal. It was the most powerful feeling she had ever experienced and it was captivating her. It was powerful and magnetic. She could feel her hips thrusting toward him as he kept licking her, exploring her more and more with his blind tongue.
Then he found her clit and she moaned. It wasn’t long until he honed in on her clit and she smiled, giggling as the feelings were getting more and more powerful, hitting her like hail all over her body and the impacts were so sweet, so powerful for her. The more he licked her clit, the more she screamed and moaned, her hips pressing against him, pushing harder and harder against his face as she moaned and bucked softly against him. He gripped her thighs tightly and she could feel him taking control, getting what he wanted and what he wanted was a response out of her. She smiled as she cried out, writhing against the cushions of the couch and begging him for more with airy breaths. He was so good, so magnificent and so talented. She had never felt someone explore her for this long, this completely. Whenever she thought she was about to hit the crucial point, he countered her by slowing down and teasing her. She laughed at the frustrating strategy and enjoyed it for what it was, playful cruelty.
But eventually the game ended and she held his head close to her pussy as her back arched and she thrust her hips toward him as hard as she could, pinned between a rock and a hard place, electrocuted with the sexual power that he had unleashed upon her and she couldn’t be happier. In fact, it was so much more than she could have ever wanted. She laughed and languished against the couch, letting the orgasm ripple through her, more powerful than she had expected. She was breathless and smiling like a fool as he climbed on top of her and kissed her naked body. When he licked and kissed her nipples, it was too much and she laughed, squirming as his lips wrapped around her perky nipples and flooded them with the powerful energy that he had clear control over with her.
“Was that good?” he asked her nervously, genuinely concerned about his performance.
She reached out and cupped his face in her hands and smiled, trying her hardest to get control of her breathing as she looked at him. “That was incredible,” she said to him with a smile, pulling his face closer and kissing him.
Their tongues mingled again, dancing and celebrating one another as she held him there closer to her than she was willing to let him move away. She wanted all of him. There was nothing about him that she could live without and she knew she was in trouble, deep in the back of her mind, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even waste time thinking about her situation. All she could think about was how much she wanted him inside of her.
“You’re so talented,” she said, letting him go for a second.
He smiled at her and grew bold, slowly running his fingers down her slit, teasing her clit before they slipped inside of her soaking pussy and she let out a scream of pleasure, arching her back and feeling him as he fingered her. She grabbed his wrist and refused to let him take his fingers out of her as he rubbed her again and again, watching her body as she twisted and writhed in pleasure, trying to get control of herself, but it was impossible. She was a victim of the pleasure and she was going to just give in to whatever desires he had for her.
As she lay there on the couch, she felt her hips rocking back and forth, begging for his hand to keep fucking her and she wasn’t going to let up until he gave her another orgasm. With her other hand, she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him close to her, planting her lips on him and fucking his hand as he fingered her harder and harder. The power of it was sensational and she couldn’t stop it. She just wanted more and more. She wanted him to get everything that he wanted from this and if he wanted to finger her, then she was going to give him that. She threw back her head as he kissed her neck and moaned, letting out screams when it became necessary. When the orgasm hit her again, she smiled and kept his hand against her pussy, keeping his fingers inside of her as she moaned in euphoric satisfaction at the feeling that he had just given her.
“You’re getting naughty,” she cooed to him, liking every little instinct that he had right now. “What else do you want to do, Handsome?” she asked him, leaning in and kissing his neck as he groped her breasts, squeezing them and becoming entranced by how soft and incredible they were. She didn’t blame him. Sometimes she was baffled by how incredibly lucky she was as well.
“I want you,” he said breathlessly, completely overwhelmed by what he was experiencing.
“How do you want me, baby?” she asked him, licking his chest.
“I don’t know,” he said with a bewildered laugh as he shook his head in confusion. “What’s best for you?”
She liked that question and as he looked into her eyes, she forced him onto the couch and leaned down, stroking his cock that was still hard, still blazing like a pyre for her to slowly lower herself onto. There was nothing she wanted more than to give in to his strength and power. She wanted to slip him inside of her and to feel just how good he was, just how incredible his cock was. He looked at her face as she stared with amazement at his cock and licked the tip of his head, feeling it twitch and react to the sudden, exhilarating sensation that it shot through him. She smiled and enjoyed that. She liked having that kind of power over him as well. She liked giving him everything he wanted. She was going to give him so much more.
Straddling his waist, she held onto his cock, holding it up, preparing to lower herself onto him. Slowly, she began to lower herself, locking eyes with Will who was clearly excited and clearly horrified at what was expected of him. That confusion was good, because in a second, he was going to see just what everyone liked about sex and just why it was the most popular thing in the world. She smiled and threw back her head and moaned as she could feel his tip touching the lips of her pussy. She loved the heat coming from it and as she adjusted, she felt it piercing her pussy, pushing inside of her and as she took his head in, she let out a moan of euphoric lust.
There was a huge difference between his cock and Mike’s. Mike had a long cock that made him look hung, but Will was more of an average size, which meant he was the Glass Slipper for her. He was thicker and he was enough for her to take inside of herself completely and to enjoy it beyond belief. This was everything she wanted and as she took him all the way in, she sat down on his lap and leaned forward, kissing him as his hands clamped down on her breasts, kneading them and working her nipples. She loved it and threw back her head as she worked her hips and smiled as his fingers went stiff and rigid. It was fun seeing how much that worked on him, just like it had worked on Mike. Neither of them were ready for it and it made her very happy that she had some surprises that could still get them.
All Will had to do was sit there and he was completely stunned, marveling at the fact that he was having sex with a woman as fantastic and as beautiful as Oksana was. It was a humbling and encouraging feeling to have a man that seemed so in awe and so humbled by the fact that he was fucking you. Oksana took it to heart and gave him everything that he wanted. His cock was hard and it was standing strong as she worked herself up and down on him, leaning forward and kissing him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she worked up and down on his cock. It was so tight and it was so won
derful. She felt like she was squeezing his cock and she knew it had to feel as amazing to him. She smiled and kept riding him, throwing her head back again and screaming as she kept grinding and fucking him, feeling his cock digging as deeply as it could into her. She loved it, God, she wanted more.
“You’re so incredible,” she shouted, breathlessly as she smiled at him and leaned forward, kissing his face with such passion and vigor that she thought he was going to die from it.
“You are,” he shook his head. “Oh God, I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Just keep calm,” she told him, feeling her own orgasm coming on quickly and she wasn’t going to be able to avoid it.
It was hard to explain to men the kind of power and effect that orgasms have on a woman and how they don’t just vaporize the moment it was over. She wasn’t like a man, it lingered and it was residual. It was the kind of power she was humbly accepting and overly excited to take inside of herself. It was the greatest sensation she had ever experienced and she wanted to have much more of it. She wanted everything he could give her and she was going to keep him happy. Reaching behind her, she felt his balls and started to cup them, feeling them and working them as she smiled and bit her lower lip, trying her hardest to keep her moans and screams from becoming too loud, but she wanted to give him everything that she had and there was no way that she was going to be able to keep quiet about it.
Finally, it was too much and she was working her hips and moaning at the top of her lungs, feeling her whole body be possessed by the mighty feeling that was inside of her, consuming her and taking control of her. She couldn’t fight it and she couldn’t resist it. It was all just too much for her and as she grinned, throwing her head back and screaming, she felt his whole body go tense and rigid as he came inside of her and she loved every second of it. She worked her hips as she chewed her lower lips, grinning with devilish delight at what he’d just given her. She was more than willing to go again, but from the look on his face, he was wiped out.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his and kissed him tenderly, passionately thanking him without ever having to use a word for what he’d just given her. He was magnificent and honestly, he should have been ashamed for the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping with the women that he loved. All of those that had left him for other men were fools. The man had dynamite in his pants and she was so thankful she was the first person who got to experience that.
“Did you like that?” she asked him, trying her hardest to catch her breath. “Was that something you’d like to do again with me?”
“As soon as I’m able,” he said with a wonder struck voice that made her smile at the innocence inside of him. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, knowing this might be the last time she was going to be naked with him and she wanted to savor it. “That was the most incredible thing that I’ve ever experienced.”
“It was amazing,” she assured him, not having to lie or hide the fact that she thought it was the most amazing sex she’d had in a while too. He’d lasted a long time too. She stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the couch as she headed for the stairs. “Come on, Handsome,” she said playfully. “Now we have to go clean up the mess we’ve made.”
Chapter 7
Their shower was filled with sweet kisses, deep gazes, and wonderfully tender moments where they said things to each other that she never wanted to hear from another man again. Those were his words and she wanted to keep those with her and wanted to remember them as the words that Will had said to her and no one else. She smiled as she dried off, leading him back to her room where they snuggled under the sheets and held each other, talking late into the night and early into the morning about things they loved, questions they had for the universe, and all sorts of questions that they couldn’t help but ask one another. Sometimes they had answers, but most of the time, they just followed the Rabbit Hole deeper and deeper down its tunnel. She couldn’t help but feel like this was another chance Mike had missed. The sex had been more vigorous, but she loved this tender, quiet time with Will. It was sweet and precious.
But, when the morning came, she found she was alone in her bed with a note on the pillow next to her. She smiled and picked it up, reading that the deal was for one day maximum and that he had to leave before she woke up because he didn’t want to violate the rules. He thanked her for the amazing experience and she couldn’t help but find herself grinning to herself as she lay there in bed naked, looking at his handwriting. It was so sweet of him to leave the note. Who did that anymore?
She couldn’t think of a single guy she had ever dated that had taken the time to leave her a note. She held onto it and placed it in her drawer on her vanity, knowing it was going to forever be a memory she was going to look back onto with fondness and refuse to let go. As she stood there, naked in front of her vanity again, she knew she was in a desperate bind.
Truthfully, she felt terrified looking at herself while she took her pill in the morning and quickly headed over to the shower. She locked the door behind her and knew she didn’t want to be disturbed for quite some time. No doubt, both of them were in the house, pacing around and expecting her to come up with an answer immediately, but that wasn’t something she could do. In fact, in the middle of her shower, she could feel pressure in her chest and knew she was having an anxiety attack. How could she handle this? Closing her eyes and focusing on breathing, she waited for herself to calm down before she blinked and stood up straight, feeling claustrophobic and too hot. All she knew was that she wanted out of here and she needed some time to be alone and to clear her head.
When she stepped out of the shower, she could hear noises in the house and knew that at the very least, Will was awake and moving around. No doubt, Mike was now starting to feel some of the pressure he had put through Will yesterday. She wasn’t sure if she enjoyed the torture that the two of them were feeling or if she thought suddenly it was all a sick game she wasn’t interested in playing anymore. She took a deep breath and headed back to her room, closing the door and locking it behind her.
She stood in her room with her towel wrapped around her again and wasn’t sure what it was that she was going to do. All she knew was that she was deeply confused and there was something horrifying about the fact that very soon, she was going to have to decide which of the two men in her life that she was going to take for her mate. It was the kind of decision that no one should be forced to make, but it was actually thrown in her lap and part of the agreement for her to be here.
She knew it was one of those dark, and dreadful situations where she was going to have to make a decision, or the decision was going to be made for her and that decision was definitely the one that she didn’t want to have made for her. She knew they were going to walk. That was the simple, brutal truth about all of this. They were going to walk away from her and they were going to send her back to Ukraine. Not only did she not want to go back to Ukraine, but she definitely didn’t want to lose these men from her life. They were close to her. They were the only people she knew in America and she knew she wasn’t going to find better men.
They cared about her, and that was the truth of the matter. They both deeply cared about her happiness as well as theirs and they wanted this to work out for them. The problem was that they had made this situation happen and that was something she was never going to forgive them of. They were going to make this infinitely worse by making her decide whom she was going to spend the rest of her life with. You couldn’t do that to a person. You couldn’t make someone choose between two men after a single date and a single night of passionate sex to select which one was going to be their soul mate forever. She wasn’t built that way and she knew that there wasn't a person in the world who was built that way. This was the impossible decision. No matter which way she chose, she knew she was going to be choosing the wrong person because honestly, both of them were incomplete.
In fact, as she sat down in front of the mirror, she couldn’t h
elp but think about each of them and decipher where she stood on them. It seemed like she needed to actually go down the list and do a clear, clean cut separation of the two of them while she still had the wits in her head to do so. She had her doubts as to whether it was actually going to help, but it was going to be worth it to try.
So, the question was: where did she begin?
Well, that seemed obvious to her, she needed to begin with Will, since he was fresh in her mind and that they had just had a wonderful date with each other and spent the night in each other’s company. But the more she thought about that, it seemed like a trap and it seemed unfair to Mike. After all, yesterday morning, she was certain Will was never going to be able to beat Mike when it came to the date that she was getting ready for, but Will had turned out to be incredible, making this so much harder than she ever wanted it to be. So the question was brought back up to her as to whether she should start with Will.
Obviously, the decision made her question her motives and she reminded herself that being fair was the absolute necessity here. If she wasn’t fair and objective, then she was going to really botch the whole thing and she would only have herself to blame when both of them were angry at her. So, she knew that distance was going to be crucial here and right now, she was too enthralled with Will. She needed to get some distance there and that meant she needed to go over Mike and everything that had gone well on their date before she went over everything that went poorly.
Well, when she pictured Mike in her head, she couldn’t help but feel like everything about Mike was a mystery. There was nothing about him that was clear or evident, even his motives seemed to be steeped in enigmatic intentions. He wasn’t an open book; in fact, he was a locked diary. It was the strangest thing to look at him and still say that she didn’t know a thing about him. Sure, there were some truths to him that she had learned through sex and through testing him, trying to crack that armor of his, but in the end, she still didn’t know a thing about him and that worried her more than anything. How was she going to be able to understand Mike and see herself with him if she didn’t know a thing about him?