by Blaise Quin
It must have taken him ten full minutes to reach her thigh.
By the time his lips touched her hip she was squirming on the bed, unable to take it any longer, her legs opening to give him access, wanting his mouth between her legs. His breath caressed her inner thighs, her hairs moving to his exhalation. Her own breath was frozen in her lungs, her hips coming off the bed in expectation, but he never touched her most private parts, moving to her other thigh.
She groaned in frustration, reaching for his head, trying to redirect his mouth. He pushed her hands away firmly. He was the prince, not to be told what to do.
And now his mouth was going the wrong way, down her leg, his hair caressing the inside of her thigh, every kiss a promise of what had not come, yet now her shivers turned to heat. By the time he reached her other foot she was shaking uncontrollably.
He lifted her foot, sliding his hand up her leg. Emily thought he was going to finally touch her where she most desired, but instead he deftly reached under her hip and flipped her over onto her stomach.
And started all over again, this time from the back, kissing her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee. Emily was torn between sudden shyness, of having her butt so exposed, her legs opened in this position. As before, Antonio moved slowly, each kiss delicate, enticing, sensual. At the spot where her leg melded into her thigh a place she’d never been kissed, he dragged his tongue across her skin, and the hair on her arms sprang up like millions of hot geysers.
Antonio did it again, Emily picturing him smiling as her body betrayed her excitement. The third time he kept going, moving upward, kissing the roundness above her thigh, his lips so close to her. . .
She squirmed, no, not that! His tongue found the little slit at the top, where her cheeks met her back. Her eyes opened in shock, her head pressed into the pillow, her pelvis driving into the bed to get away, yet there was nowhere to go, his tongue followed her relentlessly, probing the crack, still inches away from her opening, yet already so sinful.
His tongue moved lower, his fingers now spreading her open, and she was stunned and embarrassed by her reaction, by her yearning. She stopped squirming, her fluids flooding her pussy, all in the wrong place. Her discomfort with her reaction was overwhelmed by her crazed desire.
His tongue moved on, now down her cheek, under it, denying her what she could not believe she had wanted.
Closer and closer to her labia, his hair brushing her inner thighs, her legs parting, yes, yes. . .
And again he was away, on her thigh, his fingers still firmly opening her cheeks, his reminder of what he had not done.
It took more long minutes to reach her other foot, and when he finally lifted his mouth Emily’s breathing was short and fast. She started to turn over but a strong hand on her lower back held her in place.
A moment passed.
His legs straddled hers, and when he lay on her she could feel his nakedness.
“Your skin is the appetizer, and you will be my meal,” he said, his mouth inches from her ear. He took wisps of her hair in his mouth, moving them aside, allowing him to lick her neck. Now his weight was on her back, he must have been kneeling, because she could not feel his legs. Again she squirmed, not knowing what he was going to do.
But he wasn’t done preparing her. His kisses and licks covered her neck, her back, sometimes so strong they felt like a massage.
Emily suddenly realized that everything she knew about foreplay was a mere imitation of the real thing. If Antonio touched her clit at that moment she would have exploded. Even the slight pressure of the bed against her was almost too much to bear.
Finally, finally, he pushed his hands under her, cupping her breasts. Emily gasped as his palms engulfed her nipples. He pulled her toward him, squeezing her breasts against her body.
All his ministrations had wound her up for this touch. Her nipples swelled, leaping into his fingers, female erections, proof of her arousal. She wanted him to knead them, to suck on them, she wanted to spurt into his mouth.
Yet again he denied her, as if he could read her mind, as if he wanted to extend her frustration, and force her craving to a higher level.
In one fell swoop he turned her over, changing positions on the bed so that they were chest to chest. He sat her up, guiding her legs around his, positioning her. She was now facing down the bed, their bodies intertwined.
And finally Emily could feel his erection, his shaft pointed straight up, pressed against her belly.
The sudden movement had momentarily blanked her thoughts, yet her body leaned into his, sensing, finally, a relief from her pent up need. Her legs opened even wider. All she had to do was shift forward, and he would be inside her.
Antonio took her face in her hands and kissed her full on the lips, his mouth probing, demanding. It would have seemed rough had it been their first kiss, but after everything he had done so far it wasn’t enough. Emily pushed into his mouth, their tongues as entwined as their bodies, her kiss desperate.
They kissed forever, her mouth getting the insertion denied her elsewhere. She surged her hips forward again, but it only served to press his shaft harder against her stomach, accomplishing nothing but teasing herself mercilessly. In frustration she sucked his tongue into her mouth, feeling him smile.
Out of breath, she was finally forced to pull away. Emily couldn’t pull her eyes away from his. In the semi darkness they were full of power, of confidence.
When he finally spoke his tone was a demand, a test, yet amorous beyond belief. “Say something you have never said to a man.”
Without thinking, yet the words, ready, part of her fantasy, flew from her lips. “Take me,” she whispered.
Though he must have been expecting her to do whatever he wanted, his nostrils flared like a stallion in heat, his eyes lit with desire. His strong hands grabbed her hips, lifting her.
Emily wrapped her arms around his back, her chin on his neck, his aroma suffusing her. She was a virgin once again, about to welcome another body into hers.
The tip of his shaft dragged down her belly, just as his lips had. Her back arched, her eyes fluttering, would he deny her again? The thick head of his member shimmied through her light hair. She was delirious, all his kisses were just a prelude to this moment.
She needed a condom, now, but maidens would not use condoms, not with their lords. When she managed to find her voice it was as if some other woman was speaking, a dull, cautious woman, the voice of a wet blanket. “We should use protection.”
Antonio rocked against her. “I need to feel your skin.”
Her clit swelled in expectation, coaxing him down, screaming directions to lead him to her opening.
In the back of her mind Emily realized she was now facing the interconnecting door. She knew she should look there, to reassure Justin. How long had it been since she’d even glanced that way?
Slowly she came to her senses. She simply could not let Antonio in her unprotected.
Using all her willpower Emily shifted her hips back on the bed, letting Antonio free, her fingers dropping to his shaft in apology. With her other hand she reached for her purse on the night table, fumbling for the condoms, stroking him all the while. In the dark she could barely see what she held in her hand, yet his needs were communicated through his throbbing shaft. He was rock hard, yet there was a flow to his skin, her fingers exploring the sensation of her first uncircumcised man.
“I can give you beautiful babies,” he purred in her ear.
Emily shuddered, yet her eyes closed, imaging it. A baby.
She kept that thought in her head, not recording what her hands were doing, opening the wrapper, sliding on the condom. As far as she was concerned, it was all skin. She pulled close and pointed his shaft toward her entrance.
His hard thick head smashed against her clit and she exploded, this single touch on her trigger releasing all that he had given birth to in her mind, in her body. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her hips jerking wildly, her bel
ly a balloon filled to bursting.
She was still spasming when Antonio drove his hips forward, slicing into her, in her delirium not thinking, he could not be denied, her body could not be denied. Rational thought was impossible, his entry sending her orgasm to another level, the sudden fullness overwhelming her brain, neurons firing out of control. Being entered so quickly after she had started to come was another first for her, she had so much to learn, so much to be shown.
Her fingers dug into his back, her legs squeezing his sides, her contractions so hard they bordered on the edge of pain. She’d had wonderful orgasms before, but never this fast, this intense. She didn’t want it to stop, ever.
I couldn’t believe how long Antonio toyed with my wife. He spent longer licking her feet and legs than Emily and I had often spent in a complete night of sex.
There was no doubt what effect it was having on Emily. Her body writhed on the bed, gasps and moans escaping her lips. Never could I have imagined that she’d want this, that she’d lie still, or as still as she could, for this.
When Antonio reached the spot between her legs I thought he would dive into her, and I leaned forward, to see how she would react. When he bypassed her pussy and moved to the other leg Emily cried out in frustration.
She wanted Antonio to lick her.
He was teasing her, and yet I was amazed at his ability to hold himself back. Perhaps Antonio just wanted to show off his sexual ability, to make it clear to me that he could drive my wife crazy. Or perhaps this is how he always had sex with a woman. No matter the reason, I could practically feel Emily’s excitement. It was as if he was packing dynamite into a very small container.
He planted a final kiss on her foot, then suddenly flipped her over onto her stomach. He bent his head to her feet and started his slow foreplay again, working up her back. His mouth reached her ass and I clenched, knowing she must be as well. What was he doing? Was he going to kiss her there, lick her? She squirmed, the air filling with a high pitched sound of surprise. Was he doing what I’d never done, what I never imagined doing? What I couldn’t conceive of her wanting?
Whatever he did next caused Emily to crunch her face into the pillow, her moans smothered in denial, in ecstasy. His head shifted, moving down. I could almost smell Emily’s amazing scent, picturing her pussy opening, preparing itself to be licked from this new direction.
My own mouth opened, my tongue flopping out of my mouth. I wanted to be tasting her. There. Everywhere. Anywhere.
Yet once again Antonio made us both suffer, moving on to her other leg, slowly, unhurried. I think if I’d been him I would have already shot my load.
When he reached her foot he slid off the bed. Emily started to move but Antonio pushed her down as he undressed. My eyes were locked on Emily as she lay on her stomach, her legs slightly spread, her ass tight and inviting.
Antonio knelt on the bed, his erection pointing at Emily’s opening. Was he going to try to take her like that?
He lay over her back, and might have said something, I couldn’t quite hear. Whatever it was, Emily spread her legs in response, her gap growing wider as Antonio licked her neck, her back. His hands dove under her, no doubt grabbing her breasts, pulling her back against him.
His first real touch of her erogenous zones drove my cock up against my pants, and my hand dropped into my lap. I was afraid to free myself, knowing I’d never last, seeing my wife so obviously enjoying herself. If Antonio keep dragging this out I’d come before he got to the next level.
Suddenly he spun her around so that they were facing each other. Emily’s face was now pointed almost directly at me, her eyes bright and alive, but she was totally focused on Antonio. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her arms reached around his back, returning the kiss deeply. It seemed to last forever, their legs wrapped together, as close as two bodies can be.
His cock had to be right up against her.
The sight of my wife in such a passionate kiss drove me wild. I’d seen her with another man before, suck another man, even be fucked. But for some reason, it was the kissing that really got to me. Surely a woman would be excited by her clit being touched, by having a man inside her. That was physical. But to be turned on by a kiss meant she was into it mentally, she was being aroused not only by her lips but by her thoughts.
What was she thinking about? Did I appear in her mind’s eye?
Antonio’s voice, demanding. “Say something you have never said to a man.”
Emily’s reply was a whisper, but its meaning amplified its volume a hundred times. “Take me!”
I groaned so loud I was afraid they’d hear me. So loud that I missed what they both said next. Emily’s eyes focused briefly, looking my way. I doubted she could see me in the dark, but she had to know I was there.
Slowly her arm reached out and, reluctantly it seemed to me, felt for a condom in her purse.
What had they said? Had he wanted to take her without protection?
Her hand dropped between them, her shoulder moving up and down. She was stroking him.
I couldn’t take it any longer and unzipped my pants, struggling to free my stiff cock. The zipper caught my skin in my haste, and I thought, fuck it, and awkwardly dropped my pants totally, never taking my eye off of the other room.
Antonio whispered something in her ear and Emily pushed into him, and without warning she came, her legs rising off the bed into midair, shaking wildly, cutting off a moan by clamping her mouth shut. I was stunned, I’d never seen her come so fast, and as far as I could tell Antonio hadn’t even touched her clit. The sight of Emily having an orgasm made me swell, not only my cock but in my head. I loved seeing her get off, and watching her whole body from a distance made it a different experience.
Antonio drove his hips forward and Emily gasped, he’d entered her all at once, right in the middle of her orgasm. Her pussy, though wet, was certainly still being stretched open. He started to fuck her, a different man from the one who had performed the long lingering foreplay. No gentle entrance, now it was all hard and fast.
And that was how I jerked off, hard and fast.
The position Emily was in felt incredible, Antonio’s bare skin against her breasts, his powerful hips thrusting into her spread legs. Her orgasm had been intense, and yet instead of sating her it had only served to drive her desire. She met Antonio’s thrusts with her own, taking him deep.
Antonio’s lips were at her ear. “Do you know how I will make you come again? We will take off the condom. That’s why you are here with me, no? Your husband has no seed. I am very virile. I have given other women babies.”
Emily shook her head, hard, yet he had already planted a seed, in her mind, just as he wanted to plant a seed in her womb. She was so aware of him inside her, there was something about this position that allowed her to feel every inch of his shaft as it pressed against her inner walls. And now her mind filled in a new picture, Antonio shooting inside her, filling her.
“Don’t you think I’d give you beautiful babies?”
This time she could only nod; he was a beautiful man, of course he would. Her body reacted, her hips pushing into him, now in a syncopated symphony with his thrusts.
Antonio must have sensed her renewed desire. He grunted, his hands grabbing her ass, compressing her entire body against him. Emily’s muscles tightened around him, so connected she could feel him swell, he was so close. . .
“Yes,” he coaxed. “Let us do this.”
He gave one long, deep stroke, then slipped out, pushing her hand onto his manhood, telling her what he wanted, that he wanted her to do uncover his shaft, unleash his virility.
The loss of his girth inside her made her moan, she needed to do something, and she wrapped her fingers around him. He was creamy with her juices, another reminder of her lust.
Emily worked frantically to free him from the terrible artificial barrier, finally tearing off the condom. With a grunt Antonio drove forward. Emily was barely able to shif
t her body in time so that instead of entering her he rode along her clit and up onto her belly.
Antonio growled in frustration and tried to enter her but Emily grabbed him, her fingers an unspoken apology. She jerked once, twice, and looked down just as he exploded, his seed shooting up between her breasts, so powerful, so thick, spurting and spurting, the hot wetness coating her belly, her hands.
Her arms went around him, the condom in one hand, her other hand sticky with his seed, and what it represented. She laid her head on his shoulder, his spasms an earthquake shaking not only his body but hers, and she pretended he was inside her, him and his seed.
Emily’s head was thrown over Antonio’s shoulder, her eyes twitching. He grunted, his back muscles clenching, and there was no doubt in my mind he was coming, Emily taking him deep, her legs squeezing hard to milk him. My own hand flew over my shaft, the skin not encumbered by any condom.
He had beaten me to it, I was so close. . .
Emily’s eyes finally opened. She looked right at me, and this time I somehow was sure she was focusing on the slit in the door, she was connecting with me. I’m sure she knew what I was doing, touching myself as she was getting fucked by another man.
Her hands moved, drawing my eyes, her fingers rubbing together. A sinewy skin drooped from her hand, the unmistakable blob of a condom.
In her hand.
Which meant it wasn’t on Antonio.
My mind recoiled, yet my body reacted totally differently. I stopped jerking off but my cock twitched in my hand, my cum spurting out, running down my shaft, a volcanic eruption spewing all over me.
Emily’s eyes widened, she must have heard a sound I’d let out. My mind was only on one thing, Antonio’s cock shooting his seed into her while mine did nothing but burn the back of my hand.