by Emmie Combs
Devin's mouth ravaged her chest. Lindsey lost track of how many hickeys he covered her flesh with, but she treasured every one of them. Her nipples got harder than she realized they could, and she felt something inside her grow warm and needful.
He unzipped her jeans and began rubbing her through her pink panties. She was already damp, and only grew more so. His touch was firm and strong, but it did not hurt. It did not feel demanding or violent. It simply felt like he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
So far he did not seem even slightly disappointed.
Lindsey groaned and arched her back under him, reaching down to unzip his pants and return the favor.
She didn't get a chance to rub at his boxers for long, though. Almost as soon as she started to, Devin scooted down and removed her shoes and then her jeans. The entire time, his eyes were locked on hers. There were silent flames in their gaze.
Once she was down to socks and panties, though, Lindsey suddenly felt very vulnerable and nervous again. She knew he could see the shadow of her bush, the outline of her vulva, the wetness of her arousal. She knew he could probably smell her arousal, too. She felt terrifyingly exposed.
That terror vanished quickly, though, as Devin pulled her left sock off and began kissing the top of her foot very gently. He then swirled his tongue around and between her toes. Then he did the same for the other foot. Then, he took her big toe in his mouth, closed his wet lips around it and sucked ever-so gently, swishing his tongue about.
Lindsey groaned and arched her back again. She cupped the tops of her own breasts and kneaded them. It was not as good as his mouth, but it was surprisingly satisfying in this stage of arousal.
Devin did not linger for long on her feet. Once her nervousness was clearly gone again, he slid his mouth down the inside her right leg, all the way up to her inner thigh. He kissed her flesh there and then bit gently at it. Lindsey gasped as he then rotated his head and placed his open mouth against the crotch of her panties and sucked.
There was no more groaning or back-arching. This time she cried out and lunged for him. She had never imagined anything feeling like that. The pleasure was so sharp and so intense, it almost hurt. She pushed him away.
Devin kissed the top of her thigh and rolled the top of her panties down a couple inches, revealing the start of her bush. "It's okay," he assured her. "Just relax, love."
He kissed the top of her other thigh and rolled the panties a little bit further down. "It's okay," he said again. "I just want to see how beautiful you are down there."
Wordlessly, Lindsey lifted her backside from the bed and let him pull her panties the rest of the way off. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for his response.
"So beautiful," he gushed, starting between her legs.
In a flash, his mouth was back at her crotch, this time with no panties intervening. The pleasure was even sharper, even more intense. The intimacy of feeling her boyfriend's mouth on her sex was something she had not been prepared for. She knew people did this. She had not expected to do it and had not anticipated what it would feel like to look down and see the gorgeous man she loved tasting the most secret part of her.
His tongue worked her lips apart with firm strokes. He hummed and breathed and cooed. He told her how good she tasted. How wonderful she smelled. How beautiful she was. He sucked and licked and stabbed with his tongue. Lindsey wanted to push him away, wanted to tell him she couldn't handle this, but she was too lightheaded to do anything more than lay back and squirm. Besides, she was almost as scared of him stopping as she was of him continuing.
The longer his mouth remained active on her, the amore aggressive he became and the more she was reduced to simply thrashing, side to side, up and down, helpless in the clutches of a new pleasure so warm and over-powering that she didn't know how to understand it, let alone control it.
Devin knew, though. He knew how to control her pleasure, and he knew how to read her body's responses. He proved it when he started her by suddenly pulling his mouth off her saying, "Get ready to lose your mind."
"I already have," she assured him, her voice thin and high-pitched.
"No," he said, almost laughing. "You haven't."
And he was right.
For in the next few moments, her whole world changed forever. It would be difficult to overstate just how different life for a young woman can be after her first orgasm. The answer to a great mystery is suddenly revealed, and her body and soul become acutely connected for a moment, and if she were to treasure that moment, it could change everything about her.
Devin brought her to that point by slipping her clitoris between tightly pursed lips and sucking repeatedly while flicking it hard with the underside of his tongue. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside her slit and moved each in a different random pattern, rubbing every part of her throbbing insides and working up a volume of wetness that she didn't know she was capable of producing. Soon, she was clawing at his head and screaming. Simultaneously, she wriggled as if to escape the painful pleasure, and thrust herself up against his face and his hand as if to never let that sweet agony end.
She had never understood why women would curse or act surprised at the moment before climax, but she had never understood what it felt like. As Devin drove her ever closer, Lindsey was overcome by something like vertigo. Her body was flushed with warmth and her mind reeled as it felt as if she were being pushed, ready to flip head over heels on her way down from the top of a building.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she squealed, hating how scared she sounded. Embarrassed by how corny it sounded. But she couldn't help it.
Devin sucked and lapped at her clit as if it were his favorite candy. His two fingers inside her formed a single blade with which he gently but firmly stabbed underneath her cervix. Every thrust, every lick, every suck, pushed her closer and closer to tumbling, head over heels.
"Oh god oh god oh god," she whimpered. Then, without warning, she flipped, and she cried out, "Noooooooo!" as everything inside her felt liked it turned inside out and upside down. Her body charged and twitched. She was so warm. Her thighs were soaked. She felt herself spasm within herself. As the adrenaline subsided just a little, the no turned to a pleading yes, and begging for more.
Devin smiled and moved back up her body. His hands replaced hers on her breasts. He was hard inside his boxers and jeans, and he began to grind against her naked wetness. He sucked gently on her lower lips. She could taste herself on his mouth and it was shocking, but she wanted him too bad to be turned off by it. As she ran her tongue over his lips and worked more deeply into the kiss she realized that the taste was not the taste her own body but the taste of the deeply personal pleasure her boyfriend had just given her, and suddenly it became arousing to her. She drew his tongue into her mouth and relished all the flavor of their lust.
Lindsey could feel the head of Devin's cock now rubbing against her, its erection finally forcing its way through his clothing. He slid his hand under the small of her back. She nibbled on his upper lip. "Please," she begged. "Please."
"How do you want it to be?" he asked.
"However you want it."
Devin rolled her onto her belly and kissed her lumbar several times before kissing her butt cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he told her. "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be the first person to see you like this." He ran his tongue over her cheeks. "I don't think I can even tell you how amazing it makes me feel that a girl like you, who I love as much as I love you, would be willing to give me even a fraction of what you're giving me."
"I love you, Devin," Lindsey managed to whisper. "I couldn't hold back anything from you even if part of me wanted to."
Devin gave her one purple love mark on her right cheek and then she could hear him wrestling his way out of his jeans and boxers. As soon as those were out of the way, his hands were on her hips and he was pulling her up onto all fours. She strained to look beneath herself, between her hanging breasts, to see his manhood w
orking its way into position.
He pressed it in slowly but firmly. Her hymen had been broken years ago during a gynecological exam, but she had never been stretched like this. His manhood plowed forward through her moisture and heat, forcing its way between her swollen walls. It was shocking to feel something filling her insides down there. It was even more shocking to think that it was her boyfriend's body, actually inside her.
After he had settled in and let her muscles recover, Devin began to slowly stroke, his hands on her hips for stability and guidance. There was not one simple feeling, but a complex experience of sensual and sexual sensations that was kept dynamic and changing by the movement of his cock within her. It felt like nothing she'd ever dreamed it might, and Lindsey's head jerked back in surprise.
She hadn't even noticed until that moment that there was a mirror over the head of his bed. At first the sight of them having sex bothered her. It was uncomfortable to see her own nakedness. But then their eyes met in the reflection, and Lindsey could see the passion and desire he had for her. Her own vision transformed, and she began to see her own body the way he did, and what she thought of as her shame became her beauty. Her breasts swayed underneath her with every stroke. The curve of her back gave grace to her figure, and the rise of her backside and arc of her hips were extremely feminine. She looked at his straining abs, his tense arms, his clenched thighs. His strong, straight lines were sexy on their own, but enhanced by their intersection with her soft curves.
As Lindsey watched their sex, strangely entranced, Devin watched too, mostly looking at her face. His body was taking care of the rest of her. His thrusts were precise and firm. She could feel herself being pushed towards flipping again, and she could tell from his face and from the increasing force of his hips as they rocked her body that he was heading in that direction, too.
"Hold on tight," Devin suddenly said.
There was nothing for her to hold onto, but Lindsey quickly understood that he just meant for her to keep as steady as she could. He pressed himself as deeply into her as he could and then slid his arms around her waist. With a controlled strength she had not quite realized he possessed, Devin that slowly eased himself onto his back, pulling her with him so that without her knowing it was going to happen, she was straddling him, feet planted flat on the bed. He was still buried inside her. On arm still held her waist for stability. The other dipped down to frig her clitoris as he bounced violently under her.
Lindsey did her best to bounce on top of him, too. Her right hand pawed and clawed at her own breasts as the double pleasure of his hardon inside her and his hand on her clitoris drove her mad with pleasure. The additional attention to her breasts, even if from herself, was quite erotic and she couldn't help playing with her hair with her free right hand. She smiled as she looked in the mirror.
Soon the smiling and the looking both took more effort than she was capable of. She was so close. The excitement and fear were building again. One hand rubbed her face, trying to stop from passing out. The other tugged hard on her nipples. Devin's finger pinched and twisted her clit. His erection found new ways to open her up and find deeper places.
Lindsey's face screwed up tight and her body shook as she launched into climax. Her spine felt like it was being inverted and she could feel the adrenaline releasing in her body in a series of waves. She cried out helpless as she collapsed onto her back against his chest, her body trembling. Her eyes were open just enough to see his erection pop out of her as she fell and to see it swell and burst, spurting white cum into the air.
She wasn't aware of much else until she realized that they were cuddling on the bed. Their bodies were stained with sweat and sex. The quilt beneath them was soaked and ruined. Their muscles ached. There was no shame, no disappointment. There was only love and satisfaction. She smiled and rolled into him to kiss his lips softly.
Devin kissed just below her eye. "Was it worth the long wait?"
"Very much so," she assured him, beaming. "But I don't want to wait that long for the next time."
"It's a deal," Devin agreed with a grin.
The End.
Gaining Experience
CHAPTER 1
Nicola Cox knew what women mean when they talked about someone 'having an affair' but had never contemplated committing adultery. Um not really.
Occasionally seeing a guy smile at her in a certain way or seeing a guy's butt tighten under his pants when he lifted something had sent her thoughts into improper fancy, but that's all. The only guy she'd unzipped since her wedding was her husband Mick. Dreary Mick... oh for heaven's sake, where had that tag come from to contaminate her mind like that?
The 41-year old fading blonde beauty whose looks were going and her hair now required very regular highlighting, grabbed her leather handbag that contained the accountants of the Bainbridge Hiking Club and went to Chloe's Cafe for a working lunch with the society's president, Dave Reed, a rather handsome divorcee.
According to gossip Dave allegedly had had sexual relations with seven club members all aged less than thirty. No one apparently had seen him in action, apart from the recipient of course, so it was unclear how accurate the allegations were. Well Nicola had seen more than one new female member hanging in close to Dave but to her orderly and analytical mind that meant nothing beyond, um, hopefulness.
She blushed when thinking why couldn't Dave take on an older woman like someone of say forty-one? Perhaps he did although she knew for sure it hadn't her.
As usual Dave stood when she arrived and went to kiss Nicola on the cheek but she turned her cheek at the last moment and they lip kissed.
His eye shot open.
Nicola felt empowered and was delighted how easily it had been. Within the hour in all probability she'd be riding his cock.
Yes in all probability. The reality was they parted outside the cafe, Dave giving her a funny look. She knew what that was about. She'd almost sat on his knee rather than maintaining the usual 'safe' gap between them and during the examination of the accounts she'd adjusted her bra straps twice, something she never did except in private. And once when she noticed Dave glance at the breast looming beside him she'd stroked it, just a quick brush, and for a moment was dismayed he to moved away slightly. In confusion she thoughts her breasts were okay to look at weren't they?
Walking back to her office Nicola wondered what the hell had she been doing. She had no intention of laying the guy. Um she didn't? Suddenly she didn't know what to think and knew in her usually orderly mind the reason for this was she hadn't been working to a plan. Although Dave was forty-five he probably thought at her age she no longer had sex. Men thought like that, didn't they?
She decided she'd call Dave and invite him to have sex with her. But when she entered her office where she operated as a sole practice as a public accountant, both of her assistants required her advice and the receptionist was waving urgent messages.
Almost an hour later Nicola's phone went.
"Hi it's Dave."
Nicola's heart almost fell out of her chest.
Oh god, he'd be chasing her for sex. She wouldn't know what to say. She had to say something. "Oh thanks for lunch."
"You thanked me inside the cafe and out on the sidewalk?"
"Oh did I?"
He ignored that and said he'd found her behavior that day a little unusual, in fact quite scary.
Oh for goodness sake, what was scary about her body? Her breasts had no more than usual sag and her pussy looked, as far as she could tell, almost cute. She shaved it regularly and her upper thighs remained firm.
"Have I shocked you Nicola? Am I off course? I thought you might have been emotionally disturbed or something."
Blood was racing through her, stiffening her breasts and engorging her pussy lips.
"Nicola please say something."
"I want sex Dave."
There she'd said it and now would follow the rejection.
But Dave was okay. He said he was hoping he'd n
ot misinterpreted the situation. "I often think of shafting you Nicola."
"What with a hand on your dick?"
God was that her talking?
She heard him laugh and say, "No but I will from now on in the understanding you'd not find that offensive but you must understand I find this scary because your husband is a police sergeant. I have no desire to have a .45 slug fired up my ass or whatever the police brutality squad do under orders."
"You're being unduly pessimistic Dave. We would be too smart to be caught, wouldn't we?"
"Enough of that Nicola. We are on the phone. Let's have lunch at Julie's Place tomorrow"
"That boring cafe? Virtually only old people eat there."
"Yes and it's the sort of place cops and their informants wouldn't eat at, isn't it?"
Nicola's breath caught and she thought he really did have a sharp mind as well. As well as what she didn't think past that. "Brilliant Dave. One-fifteen tomorrow would be fine."
Mick came home that evening smelling of a woman's perfume and that was not at all unusual. He said it was because he was in close contact as the arresting officer. He said later he was too tired for sex and that really made Nicola think. She felt like asking to see his genitals. If his scrotum had a deflated look that would tell her something. But she thought she didn't want her suspicion confirmed because what then?
Dave was already at the restaurant and stood when she entered. They kissed and as she sat she asked could she feel his dick.
"Christ Nicola, slow down. You're approaching this like a bull at a gate. Aren't you experienced in having affairs?"
"No but I am experienced at sex?"
"I should think you should be at your age."
"Just how old do you think I am?"
"Dave looked set to rattle of his estimate but hesitated, grinned and said thirty-six.
She grinned and patted his hand and told him he was sweet.
The waitress handed them a menu and took their drinks order. As they were studying the list of lunch options Dave appeared to be fidgeting but then she heard the familiar sound of a zip, although not the familiar sound of Dave's zip, and her toes curled.