by Sophie Pert
His hands reached up under the robe, parting the folds slightly as they pressed my thighs apart and I spread for him. He moved forward between my legs as I relaxed back into the couch and let him touch me.
He began with kisses, gentle kisses one on the inside of each of my thighs. They began just past my knee and the sudden sensation of his lips touching me made me gasp even though I was waiting for it.
I watched as his head slid forward, making slow but inexorable progress further inward. He never strayed from the inside of my thighs, though as he moved further and further in his kisses changed.
Though at first they were simply lips on skin every once in awhile he would shift and I would feel the sensation of his tongue snake out and lick the skin before his lips connected. Or his teeth with a slight nip.
The first time he bit my breath caught in my throat.
But he never stopped, never gave me a moment's pause as he draped the inside of my thighs with his attention.
I felt him move on and the closer he came to touching the lips of my pussy the more impatient I became. I wanted him to lick me. I needed him to taste me. I needed his satisfaction.
Right then and there I would do anything to have him eat me.
But I didn’t have to do anything but stay patient in order to receive my reward.
The first time he licked me I moaned loudly.
It was a long and slow lick, from the base of my slit all the way up to the crest of my mound. He circled around the hood of my clit and then licked back down, his tongue withdrawing until just the tip of it was touching me. He found my hole and slid his tongue inside.
I felt something inside of me for the very first time and the sensation was indescribable.
It was so immensely satisfying, like finally finding the way to scratch an itch that you couldn’t reach but so much more. Even though he had only just pushed inside I felt so filled up and stretched that I couldn’t imagine more.
Yet I needed it.
I needed more of him inside of me.
And not just his tongue.
I knew in that instant I wouldn’t be satisfied with just his tongue. I would need so much more than that. I would need all of him, every last inch.
I knew in that moment I was lost, my old self abandoned and forgotten while I reveled in the sensation of being his. In the feel of his hard body pressing into me.
I needed his thick cock inside of me.
But he wasn’t ready to go that far yet.
He had plans and he was going to take it slow and easy.
His tongue found a rhythm. Wide and flat it licked up my slit until it teetered just so on my clit before releasing me and lifting away. Then it began at the bottom again.
He kept up his insistent movements, taking his time to make me moan and tremble beneath him. My hands snaked out to hold onto the back of the couch, to grip the cushions and hold something firm so I wouldn’t vibrate myself off the couch.
In the meantime my eyes were clenched shut and visions of Alex danced behind my eyes. I saw every inch of him as I imagined him. An idealized version of a man that could never in a million years be possible. He was strong and built and hard. He had muscles upon muscles and yet none of it was bulky or overwhelming. He still had flexibility and the ability to move with grace and ease.
In my minds eye I was him set that strength and grace to work, moving me into positions and plunging his hard and throbbing cock deep into my waiting sex. He plunged it into me and pounded into me again and again, stretching me and filling me up and making me gasp and cry for more.
My cries made their way to reality.
They escaped my lips and tumbled forth to the room, urging him on, spurring him on.
Telling him.
More.
Harder.
Faster.
He complied, his tongue shifting as it found it’s way to hover just above my clit. He strummed it, his tongue somehow harder than it was when licking my slit. It worked a fevered pace back and forth across my sensitive nub.
It flicked across me with a furious speed that made me lose my words, made me cry out unintelligent nonsense as I let the animal noises escape me.
My chest was heaving as he strummed pleasure into my body with his talented tongue.
My body was on fire, the robe containing the heat of it and bouncing it back into me, driving my body to higher and higher heights until I was so hot it was overwhelming.
I clawed at the robe, pulling it open and drawing my body out of it. My eyes flew open as I sat up and saw my bare body exposed to the open air.
The cold of the room hit my over warm body and goosebumps broke out all over it. My skin tensed and the sudden change of temperature shocked me and made all of the air escape my lungs. I felt a darkness creep in at the sides of my vision as I gasped great gulps of cool air into me.
My body moved reflexively, slamming back into the couch as my hands spread wide and I tried to maintain control over myself. But I couldn’t, I was a slave to the movement of Alex and his talented tongue and everything I did was out of my control.
Hands moving on their own they found my breasts and held them, cradling them and squeezing the firm and bouncy flesh beneath them. Nimble fingers felt out my nipples unconsciously and pinched, the sudden pain of it making me cry out and almost making me lose my breath once more.
My fingers released me, sliding down the firm flesh of my stomach and finding their way onto the smooth fabric of Alex’s shirt sleeves. They grasped his shoulders and upper arms, feeling the tense and hard muscle that was there. My fingers kneaded it and felt his arms tense and flex in response to their ministrations.
And then something changed.
The movements of his tongue altered and shifted in a way I couldn’t make out. I could no longer make sense of how he was touching me, only that he was touching me and bringing me overwhelming pleasure.
It seemed like his tongue was everywhere all at once, inside me, on my clit, stroking up and down my slit.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
My hands flew to his head, grasping him and holding him there as he worked his magic between my legs.
I watched as his eyes locked onto mine and saw a slight crinkle of amusement in them before I lost all control.
The wave of pleasure hit me everywhere all at once. It was like my entire body was on fire and at the same time had been dumped into a bucket of ice water. I couldn’t make sense of anything, could only watch it happen as if from outside of myself as it washed over me.
I heard noises escape me, but had no control over them.
I felt my body move, but couldn’t make it do what I wanted.
I saw everything and nothing all at once.
I tensed and then released.
When it was done I felt a giggle escape me and lay there slumped on the couch and completely satisfied and unable to move.
My eyes focused and they saw Alex standing before me. Naked.
I could only gasp with surprise.
There had been an image in my head, a picture of what he looked like that no person could ever compare to. An idealized form.
Yet somehow he lived up to it.
He looked identical to it.
Except in one way.
His cock jutted proudly outward, and somehow it was bigger and thicker than I had possibly imagined. I had no idea how I could possibly take it in me.
He reached out and took me in his arms, lifting me easily from the couch and carrying me through the room towards a big pair of sliding double doors.
They slid open automatically as we approached and I saw inside a large four poster bed standing imposing in the middle of the room.
When he laid me out in the middle of it I felt like I was swimming amidst the sheets, adrift in a sea of luxury. I wasn’t alone for long.
Without a word Alex slid atop me, I was laid on my back and my legs parted to let his slim hips press between my thighs.
I felt the
bulging head of his cock press at the entrance to me and I relaxed to let him enter.
He took his time, pushing just the head into me and popping it in past my lips. Even just that little was overwhelming, and I stifled a cry at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled up by him and waited to take even more.
My eyes raked over his body, tentative fingers reaching out to touch his firm abs, his hard pecs, his handsome cheek. He pressed on me further.
Open mouthed I sighed as furrowed my brow as he pushed into me, so much with a single thrust.
I was so wet he made his way in easily, his sizably thick shaft spearing into me and spreading the lips of my pussy.
My legs swung up, lazily hooking themselves over his hips as I arched my back and thrust my breasts out towards him. I saw his gaze swing up my body, starting between our legs, at the place we were well and truly joined, and making their way up over my smooth stomach, my firm breasts, my long neck. They fell on my eyes and we spoke without words.
I used my legs to pull him the rest of the way inside of me. To bury him inside of me with a single thrust as our eyes were locked in silent communication.
Then I let him take over.
His movements were steady and sure, sliding between my legs with an even pace I could feel every single bump of his thick cock slide in and out of my dripping sex.
When he was buried to his root in me it was imposing and overwhelming. I had nothing to compare it to, no sensation that came even close to the feeling of being oh so filled up and oh so stretched and oh so satisfied all at once. I strained to accommodate him as he filled every single inch of me.
When he withdrew there was a palpable sense of loss that made me want to cry out with pain. It made me desperate to have more of him inside of me.
My legs stayed wrapped around his hips and my hands played idly with his face and his hair. Occasionally I would reach out to hold his head, to guide his lips to my body. To my breasts, to suck and lick my nipples and draw trembling gasps from me. To my neck, to bite and nibble and make my body shudder with need. To my lips, to push his lips against mine and press his tongue inside my mouth to dance against my own.
Each time he would return to his place above me, eyes searching in my face for something. What it was I didn’t know.
His hands came to fall on my waist, holding me still as he pushed into me again and again. It was subtle and came on all at once but I felt his fingers start to tense.
They started to grip me.
I don’t know when it started, but it started to hurt.
Not pain in a bad way, the best sort of pain, the pain that needles at you and reminds you of the physicality of your body.
I focused on the pain his grip was digging into my hips. Focused on how it made me feel, on how it made my body react. Because in spite of the pain, or maybe because of it, the pleasure in my body became all the more sweet.
So focused was I on that, I missed his change of pace.
He had begun to speed up, the movement of his hips increasing in pace and in power. It had been so gradual that it wasn’t until I realized he was almost slamming into me that I began to sense it.
I felt my body reacting to it. Felt the waves of his thrusting washing over me. Felt my body move with his, react to his, felt it rebound.
My breasts were bouncing with each thrust. My sex, once stretched almost to the point of pain, was open and accepting of his furious and forceful movements. My hands, once gently caressing his face, were grasped in a single strong grip and pinned above my head.
He laid me out, my feet bouncing in the air with the rhythm of his movements, and took full advantage of my open and willing body.
He was fucking me now. There was no gentleness, no sense of propriety. He was fucking me. He was taking me.
I watched him through eyes heavy with the feeling of this moment. Heavy with the pleasure of being his fuck toy. I watched his face change subtly, the softness gone out of it as it was replaced with a hardening of his features.
Grunts, guttural and almost animal in their utterance, escaped his throat with every thrust of his hips. The one hand that remained on my hip gripped me with a furious need as his movements reached a fever pitch, as he drilled into me again and again.
He let loose a cry that sounded almost frustrated and withdrew from me. His hands moved me, taking control of my body and flipping me on the bed, positioning me until I was on all fours before him.
I threw a glance over my shoulder as I felt him square up behind me. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing it with an approving grunt and then smacking it once, hard on my side.
I let out a cry of surprise that turned into a moan as he buried his cock inside of me in a single thrust.
He didn’t waste any time.
I knew instantly that he had been constrained before. Restrained by the positions of our bodies from giving everything to me that he wanted to.
With me on all fours and him behind me he had no such restrictions, and that was evident by the force and fury of his initial thrusts.
He used one hand to hold my hips, keeping me steady as his hips blurred with the speed of his thrusts.
The grunts that he let out now were coarser, rougher, more guttural.
I watched him over my shoulder, watched as whatever was left of the soft and easy man who I had walked into this room faded. I was thrilled with the hard and furious man who was left.
This was a man I was familiar with. This was a master of his own kingdom.
And I was his subject, willing to do anything to please him.
I reveled in the sensation of being his. Of giving my whole body to him and giving him anything he would want.
I relaxed into my new and proper role.
My head turned forward and I closed my eyes and let him take me. Let him pound pleasure into my body with his thick, hard cock.
His free hand smacked me hard on the side of my ass and I yelped with it. But just like the grip, just like every bit of the pain he had inflicted on me it felt so good. It touched the edges of me and left me wanting more.
With each spank I let out a yelp or cry, and each time the modulation of my voice changed slightly until all of the pain in it was no longer there. They were cries of pleasure, wordless signals to him that I wanted more and more and more.
Until I was overwhelmed.
A low moan escaped me and I felt my shoulders and head slump to the bed. Then I felt his free hand reach out and wrap itself in my hair.
He tugged me back up, hard. He pulled me in a way that made me gasp and made my eyes fly open.
His grip moved my head, made me look at him over his shoulder.
I lost myself in his eyes.
Lost every last bit of me and became entirely his.
He released me and I collapsed back on the bed once more.
Both of his hands flew to my hips and with a thrust that combined the power of his hips with the power of his arms he spread me out. I was lying flat on my stomach, my legs straight out behind me.
His bulk was on top of me and I was gasping beneath him. His hips moved on, drilling his cock into me again and again as I gave myself to him.
I couldn’t move. I had lost total control over myself.
The sensation of all of this was too much. Far too much for me to deal with.
I felt him on top of me, felt him spreading me out and filling me up so much more than I ever had before. I felt his imposing bulk pressing into me.
I lost myself in it.
With each thrust he drilled heat into my body, increasing the pressure beneath my skin until it crackled and burned and split. It erupted forth from everywhere all at once and I lost all ability to realize what was happening.
I was crying out, pleasurable moans ripping forth from me as I reveled in the sense of being taken by him. Being overwhelmed by him.
I felt my body tense, tight and unyielding.
I tensed around him, and felt the change in his movements.
He faltered and then withdrew.
The sensation of being so thoroughly empty was almost too much to bear but he was still there and so I was reassured.
Alex moved my body, pulling me into position as he thrust his slick cock into my waiting mouth.
He buried his cock in my throat and roughly fucked my face as my eyes bulged and I tried to accommodate this new sensation. But I didn’t have to worry for long.
With both hands dug into my hair he pressed his cock into me, burying it in my mouth and exploding down my throat.
He came with a roar and great gulping twitches as I swallowed him. I felt his seed slide down my throat and fill my belly, the warmth of it comforting and arousing in a way that thrilled and excited me.
He held me there until he was done and then released me, letting me fall back on the bed with gasping breaths as he stepped away.
I was distracted, giggly and light headed and watching his twitching and muscular body as he stalked through the hotel room.
He picked up his phone from a table and checked it, swearing under his breath before moving to his clothes. I watched him dress with genuine interest while my body vibrated and buzzed from the well and true fucking it had just received.
“I have to go,” he said, “Don’t worry I won’t be long it’s just a coworker. I just need to go down into the lobby to deal with something.”
I slid off the bed and sashayed through the room towards him, feeling sexy and confident and desired as I watched his eyes take me fully in.
“You just stay here,” he said as I stepped up to him, “I’ll be right back.”
I kissed him and he kissed me back, his tongue slipping into my mouth briefly with a forceful push. I felt his hand find my ass and squeeze it as I squeaking into his mouth.
Then he was gone, so quick I barely saw him as he darted out the door.
My eyes fell on the robe, discarded and lying on the couch. I picked it up and slipped it on, leaving it open so my warm body was still slightly cooling from the chill air of the room.