by Avent, V. R.
“You know, I get turned on very much when you do that,” he said seductively, pausing between each word, while he pushed his hard, stiffened dick against me.
My eyes and head went down to where his hard dick rested, just below my navel. I released my lip from the grip of my teeth as I opened my mouth and sighed louder. I removed his shirt, revealing well-defined pectorals and a toned stomach.
My erect nipples were pressed against his hard, muscular, hairless chest. He removed his hand from my chin and began to run it alongside the curves of my body, grasping and squeezing my breasts and hips while keeping eye contact with me. My eyes followed his hands, as he unhurriedly canvassed my flushed body with his big, strong hands.
“Look at me, Abigail. Not my hands. I want to see your eyes as they dilate from me roaming over your most sensitive spots. I want to see your face when it reddens from me touching you in the right spots.”
I sighed deeply, with my lips parted far apart, as he explored the curves and softness of my body. He leaned in and took my tongue and passionately pulled my hair, yanking my head back to expose my neck. He inhaled my scent, sighed deeply, and kissed my neck, my throat, and my collarbone, sending an all-too-familiar sensation throughout my body, which made my sighs become loud moans.
My God! I have never felt this before. You had me at “Beautiful indeed.”
I ran my hands through his curly hair and softly kissed his neck with my soft, full lips. He responded in appreciation with a slight utter of his own. I parted my lips slightly over the left side of his neck and allowed the warmth of my breath to kiss his skin there. He sighed, grabbed my hair, and pulled my mouth into his neck. He wanted more. He wanted to feel my warm, moist tongue on his neck. I pulled back and did the same to his right side. I gently pulled his head to the side and moved my mouth over his warm neck. He moaned in my right ear as his blood rushed to where my tongue was. He pulled me off the wall just a bit, wrapped his arms around me, and unfastened my white lace bra.
“Damn, you are so fucking beautiful and sexy,” he said. He wrapped his soft, luscious lips around my left nipple to pull it into his warm mouth while caressing the other. He licked around the areola, kissed my erect bud, and took my nipple back into his warm mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting him to stop, as the sensation began to build up deep down below. He did the same to the right nipple, and I felt as though I was about to explode from the amazing feeling.
“Am I pleasing you, darling?” He looked up at me with a lascivious gleam in his eyes and smiled wickedly. “You want me inside of you, don’t you?”
He moaned under his breath while he kissed me deeply. He removed his cargo shorts and boxers, briskly turned my back to him, pinned me and both my hands to the wall, and demanded, “Don’t move.”
He kissed the back of my neck while cupping both my breasts and ground his erection against my soft, round rear. He ran his strong hands around my waist and down to my full hips. Before I knew it, he had unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down to my ankles along with my white lace cheekies. He fondled my ass, taking in its soft fullness.
“My God, Abigail. The lovely, pleasurable things I plan to do to you,” he said. He began to give it soft gentle kisses that made me squirm and moan.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded.
I did what I was told, with my jeans and panties still around my ankles. He lifted and pulled outward the lowermost part of my cheeks and began licking my moist opening.
“Oh God!” I cried out in pleasure.
He licked my moist opening again before he slowly inserted his tongue inside me. He pulled back his tongue and licked my opening again. He pulled my cheeks up and out, farther apart, and began to lick my swollen clit. I inhaled deeply, taking in as much oxygen as I could. He circled my clit with his tongue and gave it short flicks. He drew it into his mouth and sucked it softly. He increased the force and speed of his suction after I started panting, moaning, and gyrating my hips against his mouth. He stopped his killer suction and began flicking it again. He increased the speed of his tongue and continued to ravish my moist opening and clit with his talented tongue. It sent my body into a wave of convulsions and forced me to call out his name loudly as I climaxed.
Oh gosh! So this is what it feels like when someone makes you cum.
That was the first time that I had ever, ever had an orgasm without the aid of batteries. Not even Gabe had ever made me go to heaven and high five the savior. I moved my hands from the wall and placed them on my knees to support my shaky lower extremities. As soon as I did so, Zach stood and hovered over my bent body, grabbing a hold of my waist to support me, and in a dark, seductive tone, said, “I…told…you…not…to…move. You…moved…your hands.” Slap!
Oh God. Now he’s manhandling my ass with his strong palm. If I wasn’t so out of it from this amazing orgasm, I’d turn around and let him have it. Hell, I can’t even say a damn word to him. Damn, that slap feels somewhat good. Mmmm…It hurts so good. And so soon after that orgasm; it really intensifies my climatic experience. How amazing!
He had slapped my ass hard and kept his palm upon it. Putting emphasis on each word, he said, “The next time you disobey me, I will reprimand you. And it will not be just one slap. Do you understand me?”
I nodded my head yes, as I couldn’t force any words out of my mouth because of the intense orgasm and his heavy hand.
“I…can’t…hear…you, Abi-gai-lll.” The way he aggressively and seductively rolled my name off his tongue damn near made me cum again.
“Mm-hmm.”
“What is that?”
“Y-y-yesss,” I brought myself to say, still breathless.
“Good girl.”
He pulled me up from my bent position and turned me to face him. He gently cradled my face in his strong, masculine hands and locked eyes with me as I calmed down.
“You…Ms. Winterfield…taste…amazing,” he said, sweetly kissing my lips between each word.
He put his fingers through my hair and gently tugged it, forcing my head back a little, which exposed my eagerly waiting neck.
Oh yes, Zach. Please take my neck. It feels so amazing when you do. Take it. Make it yours.
I looked him passionately in his eyes, panting from the orgasm and at the thought of him ravishing my neck as he had done before.
Without kissing my neck or touching any part of my body, other than my hair that he tangled in his hand, he asked sensually, “Do you want me inside of you?”
I nodded my head yes. He grinned wickedly, shaking his head.
“I can’t hear you, A-bi-gai-lll.”
“Yes!” I said immediately.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, that.”
He scolded me, “If you want me inside of you, you will have to tell me that exactly. And don’t be afraid to use your good-girl naughty words.”
He barely nuzzled my eager neck when he teased me by brushing his nose up and down against it.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
I have never had to tell Gabe what I wanted. And the others, well, they just took what they wanted. I didn’t know how to verbally express to Zach what I wanted, or needed, as a matter of fact, so I grabbed his throbbing hot erection and pulled it toward my eagerly waiting pussy.
“Uh-uh. No touching, Ms. Winterfield,” he said, backing up, pulling his erection from my right hand with his left hand, and waving his right index finger in front of my face. He placed his finger on my slighted parted lips and said, while staring intensely into my eyes, “You must tell me exactly what you want. You got it, baby?”
I sighed deeply out of frustration and passion, but mainly frustration.
“Now you know how frustrated I am with you. I have this huge hard-on that wants attention, but you won’t give it any because you won’t open your mouth to tell me what you want me to do.”
I looked down at his huge organ—and huge it was—and then back up at him and pulled his f
inger that he had planted on my lips into the warmth of my mouth.
“Ah, baby,” he moaned, as he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of my warm mouth around his finger.
I ran my left hand through his curls, gently yanking his head back, just as he had done to mine. He opened his eyes and parted his lips to moan again, and I leaned in closer to him with passion and fire in my eyes.
“After I taste your enormous erection with my mouth, I want you to put it deep inside of my hot…wet…pussy.”
Wow, I said it. Mmm…I said it. Surprisingly, hearing myself say that aloud had aroused and empowered me.
“Good girl,” he said. He passionately kissed my neck, rewarding me for vocalizing my wants and needs.
“Now, was that hard?” he asked.
I said no and grabbed his throbbing dick, stroking it, feeling its stiffness and thickness. I stood on my tiptoes to rub its head against my moist slit and kissed him deeply. He responded with moans in my mouth, and took my tongue and skillfully devoured it.
“My God. You are so fucking beautiful.” He grabbed me by my wrists and led me to my Cali king-size bed with my jeans and panties still around my ankles.
I stood at the foot of the bed and finally released my ankles from my jeans and panties, while he sat near the head of the bed.
“Condoms?” I asked him.
“No. You?”
“Old ones. I think they’re still within the expiration date.”
I turned, walked into my three-level walk-in closet, and fished out some condoms that had been in the back of my mahogany armoire for nearly four years. I hadn’t used any of those condoms since I was with Gabe and couldn’t believe I even kept those things around. But I was glad I had at that moment.
“What are you doing in there?”
“Fishing out old, unexpired condoms.” I found eight condoms that were usable, grabbed them, turned the lights out, and headed back to Mr. Sexy, who looked mighty sexy in my bed waiting for me.
“Find any?” he asked.
“Eight.”
“Lucky me,” he said, directing me into the bed by flexing the palm of his hand.
Crawling between his thighs, where his enormous erection awaited me, I put the condoms on the left nightstand, straddled him, and kissed him passionately and unhurriedly. I took his neck in my mouth and made love to it, working my way down to his chest, abs, and his erection. When I reached his erection, I looked back up at him and gave an impish smile of my own, as I intentionally skipped it and moved on to kiss his thighs, knees, and calves. I maintained eye contact with him as I explored those zones. The more I explored, the hotter he got, and the louder his moans grew.
I licked my lips wickedly, grinned, and winked my left eye at him. Then, without any hands, I licked the mushroom-shaped head that oozed with the onset of his sweet delight.
“Aah,” he moaned.
I licked again and again. I looked back up at him and found that he had closed his eyes in pure ecstasy, and I wrapped my full, luscious lips around the shaft and moved my head up and down leisurely. His moans grew louder and longer. I circled my tongue around the head of his dick and then took the full length of it deeper in my mouth, allowing the head to touch the back of my throat, which made his moans fill the room far louder than before.
“Ah, baby,” he moaned out.
“Mmm,” I moaned while his erection was deep in my mouth.
“You are so great at this. Your mouth feels really good.”
I looked back up at him and was glad to see that he had opened his eyes again to take in the scene of me pleasuring him with my mouth. I took the length of him down my throat once more.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned loudly as he ran both his hands through my hair, gripping it between his fingers in passion.
I put my right hand firmly on the shaft of his immensely hard dick and stroked it simultaneously while I sucked it, forcing him to push my mouth away from him after a few sucks and strokes.
“Shit, baby. You’re going to make me cum if you keep it up like this,” he said, looking intensely into my eyes and panting like hell.
I smiled up at him, feeling more empowered than before. “After you cum in my mouth, make sure you have enough energy left for the next round.”
His eyes got big before his smile. He pulled me up to his mouth and kissed me deeply.
“Baby, tell me that again!”
I locked pupils with him and complied. “I want your sweet delight in my mouth and your hard dick deep inside of my tight…wet…pussy.”
I put his hand to my wetness, and he gently caressed my swollen clit.
“Mmm. Good girl.”
He took my tongue in his mouth while he continued to caress my swollen clit and feel the wetness of my opening.
“Ah, baby. Your pussy is so fucking hot and wet. You are so ready for me. Aren’t you, baby?”
I moaned loudly on his mouth as he continued to work magic on my clit with his fingers. I pulled back from him and kissed his neck and chest as I had done before. I went down and took his pre-cum-filled mushroom head deep in my mouth again.
“Fuuuuck!” he said loudly as I used my right hand and mouth simultaneously once again.
I increased the friction and speed of my mouth and hand and devoured his dick until he released in a screaming orgasm. I looked up at him, wiping my lips with the outer side of my right thumb, and saw him panting harder than before. He leaned forward and rested his head on mine.
“Oh, Abi, baby. You are so fucking amazing,” he managed to say under his panting.
I lifted his head from mine to expel into the trash basket beside the bed. Sipping from a bottle of water that I had left on the nightstand earlier that day, I rinsed and watched him, in awe at the powers I didn’t know I possessed, as he calmed down and came back to earth. I guess I have to keep a bottle of water by the nightstand for now on.
“Mmm, Abi, Abi, Abi. Have you any idea what you just did to me?”
Hell no! My brain replied before I could smile.
“Tell me.”
He took a deep breath, flexed a big, satisfied smile, and said, “Baby, no one has ever made me cum so hard and loud like that. No one. Ever,” he reiterated before kissing me.
I was very happy and pleased to hear him tell me how much I had satisfied him and that I am the only one who had made him feel that way. That voice inside of me surfaced again and said, Get lost in him. Free yourself. Get dirtayer. I decided to obey.
“I told you, sir, that I want you deep inside of me. Now I am telling you that I need you deep inside of me.”
“Aah, Abi, baby. I want nothing more than to be inside of your wet pussy.” He gently yanked my head backward and ravished my neck.
“Ooh. Mmm,” I moaned.
He worked his way down to my breasts. He pinched them, paying close attention to my response.
“Ooh!”
He licked and twirled them between his fingers.
“Mmm.”
“You it like, baby? Does it please you?” he asked. I nodded my head.
“I can’t hea—”
“Yes!” I screamed out in pleasure instantly, before he could finish.
“Good girl. Real good girl,” he said with a devilish grin.
He pulled on them with his teeth and stared me in the eyes as he pulled back.
“Ah…Zach,” I moaned loudly.
My pussy started singing, as I felt my body build up with more excitement than it had previously known. He released them from his teeth while gently shaking his head and then cupped and sucked them with great force.
“Z…Za…Zach.”
Smiling wickedly, he pulled my legs from underneath me, and before I knew it, my legs were on either side of him, and he was between my thighs. I started panting more and tripping over my own tongue.
“Za…Za…Za…Zach.”
He kissed me and silenced my stuttering voice. He took my neck again, and I moaned loudly from the sensation o
f him devouring my neck and throat. My juices started trickling down from my pussy opening to my ass. He grabbed one of the condoms from the nightstand, ripped the gold packet open, and swiftly put the condom on. He pulled me by the top of my thighs, just below my pelvic, closer to his erection. With his left hand guiding his erection, he rubbed his mushroom head against my clit a few times, which made me sigh deeply. With his erection still in his hand, he ran the head of it against my wet opening a few times. He pushed into me, and I felt my opening as it stretched to adapt to his enormous erection. I lifted my back off the bed and cried out. He pulled back partially and then pushed in again.
“My god, Abigail. You are so fucking tight. When was the last time you had sex?”
He looked down, still inside of me, and waited for a response. I turned my face to the right, away from his.
“Umm…About three and a half years.”
“Three and a half years?”
I nodded my head.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Abigail?”
I shrugged my shoulders. He lifted my chin, kissed me, and said, “I can’t hear you.”
“I don’t know why, really. I guess I didn’t think it was necessary or important. Why does it even matter to you?”
“You know, I could have hurt you. That’s why it matters, baby. I was about to fuck your brains out. And trust me, baby, I’m going to in all places and positions imaginable. But we have to take it slow, now, to loosen you up. I don’t want you too sore. OK?” He kissed me.
“OK,” I answered.
“We’re going to work on you communicating better, also,” he added.
“Um, Zach?”
“Um, what?”
“Speaking of communication. Is this…I guess this …”
“Just spit it out, baby.”
How can I tell him that tonight was the first time I ever experienced an orgasm, minus the self-stimulation? I didn’t want him thinking he was inadequate because I didn’t orgasm with sex, so I just wanted to give him the heads-up. I lay there in silence, just looking him in the eyes.
“Say it already,” he demanded.