“Oh god,” Christine moaned. “Fuck… Curtis… yes…” she was unable to say anything more. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his blonde hair, pulling some of it from the tie at the back. She gripped him hard, urging him forward. He pleasured her with his mouth, his tongue plunging in and out of her, circling her, lapping at her. His skilled motions were like gasoline on the fire roaring high inside of Christine already.
Curtis slipped his hand from her bottom, between her legs. He continued his onslaught, his hand echoing the movements of his mouth. He parted her folds, his fingers, coated in her juices, slid easily over her swollen flesh. He circled her clit with his index finger while his tongue fucked her pussy.
The tremors that shook her body grew more violent. Her legs went cold, her feet numb. Shivers ripped up her thighs. She tensed painfully before she exploded into the most amazing climax she had ever experienced. Her vision went black, lights dancing in front of her closed eyes. She cried out. Her fingers gripped Curtis’ hair hard, pulling him closer. She could do nothing but whimper and writhe under his lashing tongue.
Waves of pleasure wracked her, sucking her under, tossing her about in their tidal fury before she was released. When she stopped trembling, Curtis eased away from her. When she opened her eyes he was looking at her hungrily. His chin was dripping with her juices. God, it was hot, seeing him covered in her cum like that.
“I think,” Curtis said smoothly, shifting on the bed so that his large form covered her own, his cock head poised over her swollen, dripping folds. “That you are ready for me now.”
Chapter 9
Curtis could hardly contain himself. God, he doubted if he had ever tasted anything sweeter than Christine. She was utterly delicious and completely perfect. His balls felt like they were going to implode. He had barely restrained himself from jumping on her and taking her. Now that his cockhead was mere inches from where his mouth had just been, he almost wondered if he was going to be able to last. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so out of control.
Christine tilted her head. She looked up at him with wide, green eyes. They were pools of passion and desire. He supported himself on his hands, his face mere inches from her own. She was tiny beneath him. She reached up and placed her hands on either side of his face, tugging him downwards. Her lips parted for him and he captured her mouth in a kiss that was hungry and yearning.
Using all the self-control he possessed, Curtis moved forward slowly. His cockhead parted her folds and pressed up against her tight entrance. His body trembled almost as violently as hers did. He pressed forward slowly, enjoying every single sensation.
Beneath him, Christine froze. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in erratic gasps. He pushed forward slightly, until he came up against the barrier that told him she hadn’t lied about being a virgin.
“Do it Curtis,” Christine whispered. “I need you to do it.” Her voice was so deep and husky it made Curtis dizzy. He surged forward, breaking the barrier. Christine gasped and her jaw clenched hard. Her eyes grew even wider but she said nothing. She didn’t utter a single complaint.
Closing his eyes, Curtis couldn’t stop his slow thrusts. He moved back and forth gently, taking care not to hurt her until he felt her responding. Her hips arched upwards, her pelvis coming up to meet his. She moved her legs, wrapping her feet around his waist, resting her heels lightly on his ass.
When he opened his eyes, Curtis took in the rapture on Christine’s face. Her eyes were closed, her teeth clenched. Her breathing was as erratic as ever. A surge of desire leapt in his chest. His heart hammered painfully. His entire body felt like it was on fire.
He pulled out almost all the way then slammed back home again, burying his cock to the hilt inside of her tight, wet warmth. He shuddered and groaned, the sound torn from his throat. She responded, a little mewling cry torn from lips that parted slightly.
The sound spurred him on. Curtis could no longer control himself. This wasn’t him. No, normally he was definitely, totally in control. Next time. Next time, he promised himself, he would be the one setting the pace and giving the commands. Next time he would make sure she knew exactly what he was capable of and how amazing it could be. This time was about him satiating his need for her. A need he hadn’t felt for anyone in a very long time.
The muscles of his arms strained and bulged. Curtis began to shake. He couldn’t control the powerful hunger that had taken over his body. He thrust harder and harder, slamming into Christine again and again. He pumped her in a frenzied pace, his balls slapping against her flesh.
The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was her face screwing up as her pleasure burst over her a second time. The spasms of her body, the way her pussy clenched and tightened around him with every single one of her shudders, drew his own climax from him. At the last second he pulled out, spilling hot jets of cum over her stomach and breasts.
He kept cumming, over and over again. He coated Christine until she was soaking wet and sticky. His body trembled violently. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever felt such an incredible finish.
Leaning back, Curtis watched Christine open her eyes. He felt his usual mantle of control slipping back into place. He felt more like his old self again, not the out of control, wild hunger he had experienced. That was until Christine reached down. She used her index finger to wipe some of his cum off her left breast. Then she brought her finger to her mouth and suckled it, her eyes closing in rapture.
Curtis groaned. What was this woman doing to him? He was instantly hard again, that crazy hunger for her roaring back into place. He didn’t like it one bit. For the first time in his life, Curtis wondered if he’d bit off more than he could chew.
Chapter 10
After rinsing off and relaxing in a huge jet tub in a bathroom that was easily the size of her entire apartment, Christine wrapped herself in a white terrycloth robe which was hanging on the back of the bathroom door and walked silently back into the bedroom.
Curtis was reclining on the bed, his hands behind his head. He was still gloriously naked and Christine’s stomach exploded into a flight of butterflies when she took in his rippling muscle. She couldn’t believe they had just had sex. Her. With someone like him. It made her dizzy to even think that he had been inside of her.
He had lit candles and placed them on the dresser across the room and on the nightstand. The tiny flames cast flickering shadows over the dark room.
He had instructed her to take a bath and come back. For some reason she didn’t think that it was because it was time for bed. She doubted very much that she was going to be doing any sleeping.
Spotting her, Curtis rose from the bed with surprising grace for a man with such a large, heavily muscled form. Christine froze, clutching the robe, which was about three sizes too big, tightly around herself. Curtis looked at her in a way that was purely predatory and Christine blushed.
“Don’t be embarrassed Christine. Surely not now, not after you’ve experienced such pleasure with me.”
“It’s not that I’m embarrassed…” she trailed off. Her mind was completely devoid of words.
“Perhaps that’s not a blush of modesty then but a flush of eagerness.” Curtis stood in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her about, trapping her. She let out a surprised cry but didn’t struggle.
“I want you to walk over to that mirror.” Curtis indicated the huge dresser on the far side of the room. The mirror was a good six feet tall, at least. “And I want you to take off this robe and look at yourself. I want you to tell me what you see.”
“What?” Christine struggled to turn and face him but his iron grip held her fast. Finally she just nodded and he released her. She stepped up to the mirror. Face on fire, Christine slowly let the robe fall away to the floor. It pooled around her ankles in a white heap. It was a long while before she dared to glance up into the mirror. Her lush, naked form was reflected there.<
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“What do you see Christine?” Curtis asked huskily. He started to walk towards her and Christine’s breath hitched.
“I see… uh… myself.”
Curtis laughed. “No. I want you to look again. And tell me what you really see.”
Christine studied herself hard. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She remained silent, trying to find the right words. Curtis stepped up behind her. She froze when she saw him come into view. She didn’t turn around but just studied him in the mirror. He looked like a god standing there, some ancient being incarnate. He pulled her in close against him. Her back hit the solid wall of his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into her own. Her bottom pressed up tightly against his cock, which was hard as a rock.
Christine shivered. Curtis reached up and palmed her breast, gently circling one of the nipples which was already a hard, straining peak. His other hand slid over her stomach, down between her legs. She gasped as he cupped her pussy, his finger sliding easily through the slick juices which were already pooling there.
“Now Christine,” Curtis whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her neck. “I want you to tell me what you see.”
“I see you,” she responded in a choked voice. “Touching me.”
“What else Christine? What do you see when you look at yourself?”
“I… don’t know…” she stammered. “What do you want me to see?”
“I want you to see how incredibly beautiful you are. How lush and ripe your body is. How you respond so perfectly to my touch. How you were built to give and receive pleasure.”
Christine couldn’t smother a giggle. “Curtis!” She protested. “I don’t see any of that.”
“Then I think you need to watch more closely.” Curtis’ hand moved between her legs, his index finger finding her clit. He smeared her juices from her pussy over her clit, stroking her in long, lazy motions that made her knees weak. She whimpered and leaned into his touch. He leaned down and nipped the side of her neck. She gasped, a shudder of desire rippling through her. “Does that feel good Christine? Can you see how ready you are for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, staring at their reflections. His hand slid over her pussy, parting her. She watched, wide eyed, as his finger dipped inside of her, disappearing. She felt him deep inside and she moaned, closing her eyes.
“No Christine. Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch all of this. Every. Single. Second.”
Christine’s eyes flew open. She watched the emotions play over her face then she watched Curtis’. He withdrew his finger from her pussy and parted her thighs with his hand. She was forced to spread her legs.
She could have died when he stepped back and palmed himself. He stroked his cock, starting at the tip, running his hand over the shaft. He spread the glistening drops of his own arousal over his massive erection.
Christine watched desire and raw sexual need play over her own face. Curtis was studying her intently. His hand was still stroking his cock. Christine shivered. She grew wetter the longer she watched him touch himself. He was clearly enjoying what he was doing. He was so confident, so sure of himself. His bronze skin glowed in the flickering candle light. He looked like a god. A sex god.
“What would you like to watch me do to you?” Curtis purred. He continued to stroke himself, his hand working over and down his shaft.
“I want you to… uh… fuck me.” It sounded more like a question than a statement. Behind her, Curtis grinned.
“Oh no Christine. I need you to be more specific than that. What exactly would you like to watch me do?”
“Isn’t there only one thing I could watch you do? Take me from behind?” Curtis chuckled. His eyes never left hers in the mirror.
“I see I have a lot to teach you Christine. But I can do as you wish. Where would you like me if I were to fuck you that way?”
“Umm…” Christine was speechless. She didn’t know what he meant.
“Would you like me in that beautiful pussy or would you perhaps like me to fuck that sweet asshole?”
Christine gasped. “No! That would hurt!”
Curtis shrugged. One large hand came to rest on her shoulder. He bent and kissed her neck, his hot lips trailing a path of kisses that left her breathless and aching. “It might hurt. But the pleasure would be astounding. If you’re not ready now, that’s fine. We have a full weak ahead of us. We wouldn’t want to discover all the surprises on the first night. You’re right. It’s better to draw them out, leave something for tomorrow.”
“That’s not what I said… oh!” Christine’s legs went weak as Curtis’ hands fell to her waist. He bent her slightly forward.
“Keep your head up Christine. I want you to watch it all. Watch as my cock enters you. Watch me burry myself inside of you.”
Christine lifted her chin. They were just at the right angle that she could see all of what Curtis was doing to her reflected back. The shimmering, shadowy light of the candles played over their bodies.
She could have died when she felt, and watched Curtis slip between her spread legs. The tip of his cock parted her pussy from behind. His huge dick slid in inch by inch, filling her completely. Christine whimpered. She bent further, opening herself to him, taking him all the way inside. He kept going until his balls touched her ass.
Christine looked at her pussy in the mirror. She watched in fascination as Curtis’ dick slid in and out as he started to thrust. Her pussy lips were parted wide, his cock piercing her. When he slid out, his cock was glistening, coated in her juices. Christine’s stomach clenched hard, the sight a pure aphrodisiac.
Curtis’ face was a mask of pleasure and primal longing. He watched her watching what he was doing to her. He clearly liked what he saw. He groaned deeply in his throat as he slid out of her and pumped her hard once more. He continued the slow onslaught. When he thrust, her breasts swayed with the action.
“Harder,” Christine whispered.
“What’s that?” Curtis reached down and grabbed onto her hips.
“I want you to fuck me harder,” Christine whispered.
Curtis smiled wickedly. He gripped her hips hard. His thrusts grew more frenzied. He withdrew fully before slamming back in again. He increased the speed and the delicious friction created a heat that unfurled and touched every single nerve in Christine’s body.
“Do you want it harder than that?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes!” Curtis began to pump harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Her juices coated his cock and slid down her thighs. She started to pant.
“Keep your eyes open Christine. I want you to watch everything. I want you to see what I see when you come for me.”
All she could do was moan in response. She panted hard. She bent over more, falling forward, touching the floor to brace herself. In the mirror she watched Curtis piston her from behind. His hips pumped, his fingers dug in painfully into her waist. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks again and again.
Christine couldn’t stop the primal whimpers that were being torn from her throat. She moaned and cried as she climbed the steep precipice to her pleasure. Curtis kept pumping her hard, his massive cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She watched the entire thing, watched him fuck her until she was incapable of any thought but the pleasure that was overtaking her entire body.
“Please Curtis! Yes! Oh god!” Christine cried. She felt the promise of her orgasm and reached for it. She spiraled out of control. She did her best to keep her eyes open and watch. Her body trembled, her face a mask of wonton pleasure. She moaned again and again as her pleasure gripped her hard. Her pussy gripped Curtis’ cock as she trembled violently. Curtis was wild behind her. His thrusts were frenzied and uncontrolled, his face beautifully contorted as he closed his eyes and groaned. Her breasts swayed wildly with the motions, slapping against her chest with every hard pump of his pelvis.
He pulled out a second later and Christine w
atched and felt the hot spurts of cum spray over her back.
It was a long moment before either of them could speak. Curtis grabbed the bathrobe that was abandoned off to the side. He gently wiped her clean. She straightened then and turned towards him.
“What else do you have to teach me Curtis? I must admit I enjoyed that… however strange it seemed at first.”
“You liked watching me pleasure you? Fuck you?”
“Oh yes,” Christine sighed. She was losing some of her inhibitions and she could say the words without blushing now.
Curtis grinned. “I wanted you since the first minute I spotted you in that club. I knew that we would be good together. That I would enjoy this. I just had no idea how much…”
Chapter 11
Christine crept down the stairs, her stomach clenched full of butterflies. She was glad Curtis had gone ahead of her. She had only known him for a couple hours but somehow she felt safe with him. It was almost unbelievable that he should be the one paying her to do this. It should be the other way around.
Voices drifted from the large living area off to the right. Christine already knew who would be there. Matthew and Nathan. Curtis’ friends. The ones who were disappointed that he had picked her at the club instead of a more experienced woman.
Christine held her head high. After another hot bath she had touched up her makeup and combed out her hair. It cascaded down her back in a mass of flaxen curls. She wore the same flowy red maxi dress she had arrived in. She omitted underwear for the first time in her life.
She crept silently across the cold marble floors in her bare feet. She wasn’t sure where the men were at first. She paused to listen for a moment. A faint sound of voices echoed through the house. She followed in that direction, trying not to get lost in the huge place.
Down a hall was a massive living area. Christine had seen it briefly when she arrived. That was where the voices were coming from. Christine’s footsteps were silent and no one heard her approach. She leaned against the wall just outside the room, listening.
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