Never Let You Go

by Desmond Haas

  “Oh, God,” I cried. “Oh God, oh God.” I ground my pussy into his face, trying to draw his tongue in deeper. I needed him to take me over. A beginning tremble pulled in tighter and tighter. I clutched at his hands and then held my stomach trying to hold myself together. The exquisite way he licked and sucked took me to new heights. I moaned out loud, driving my hips up and down, needing to be released from the precipice. Sam stopped for a second and looked at me with his big brown eyes, gave a little smile, and never taking his eyes off mine, he lowered his head and continued.

  Using his mouth to explore me, he didn’t hesitate, like it was something so natural, it was meant to be. I surrendered to him without reservation, trusting him.

  He put his arms under my legs and back over the top, using his thumbs to hold open my lips while his mouth ravaged me. Pulling my clit into his mouth, he sucked it in and out. I closed my hands tighter around his hand and arched up off the bed, his mouth devouring me. While he sucked my clit, he used his tongue to flick it, holding it between his teeth, and two fingers inside me vigorously rubbed my walls. Tension mounted higher, and I thrashed from side to side, aching for him to give me release. I moaned continuously, panting, my coil wound to its limit. I rode along the crest, somewhere between sanity and Heaven, squeezing tears out of my eyes until they opened wide, knowing my release was imminent.

  Just when I knew I couldn’t take one more second of this delicious torture, my stomach tightened. I came in over-powering waves of pure bliss, screaming, “Ohhh, Sam. Yesssss!”

  My legs vibrated, and my pussy repeatedly clenched Sam’s fingers. I wanted to suck in his heavenly tongue. I came so hard, I couldn’t hear or see anything, my total being riding the waves, gasping for air and moaning. I held his hands and arched upwards, until my trembling legs refused to support me anymore.

  Sam kept his mouth on me and drank my cream as quickly as it flowed into his mouth. Slowly, while I regained my breath and stilled my legs, Sam, still eagerly lapped at my essence, slowly making his way back up, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and below my ear before commanding my lips. I could smell us and taste myself on him.

  Still coming down from my intense orgasm, Sam put his cock back into me. My walls clenched, and with his cock sliding against them, I came again.

  “Please hold me.” I said, gasping for breath.

  “You are the most delicious creature I’ve ever tasted, and I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he said.

  I couldn't believe I’d found this wonderful man. I put my arms around him, drew him close, and kissed him with everything I had in me. I quivered with emotion.

  Sam pulled back and asked, “Are you all right?”

  “Yes,” I said. "I’ve never been better. Don’t let go.”

  He held me, slowly moving his cock just enough for me to feel and for him to stay hard. Just lying there, holding him inside me, I knew Sam was giving himself to me, and I was content to stay like that for as long as possible.

  After a few minutes of lying in his arms, I moved down the bed and put my hand around his shaft. I had never done this before, but I wanted to put it in my mouth and please him. Leaning down, I kissed the tip and then looked back at Sam. “Can I do it to you?”

  “You can do anything you want.”

  Still wet from our lovemaking, I put it in my mouth, slowly drawing it in through my lips and moving my tongue around and over the top to taste him. I wanted to explore his wonderful cock in more detail and pulled my head away to look at it. At first, I used my finger and traced all of his folds and veins, smiling when it twitched. I wrapped my hand loosely around it, stroking it until I saw a small bead of pre-cum at the top. Using the tip of my tongue, I lapped it up and closed my eyes, tasting Sam. The taste of both of us, mingled together, was sweet nectar.

  I wanted to see how much of him I could hold in my mouth and slid my lips over him until the head touched the back of my throat. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh and lightly rubbed. I loved how Sam felt in my mouth, stiff, yet soft, his musky scent stronger the lower I got. I moved my head up and down, stroking him fully, concentrating, from time to time, on the glans. Every time I looked back at Sam, he was watching me.

  “Baby,” he said. “I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

  “I need to taste you,” I said to him. “I want to know how your cum tastes and how it feels when you come in my mouth.”

  I put one hand around his balls and with the other stroked him as I moved my head up and down. He moaned and started to lift his hips in time to my movement. When he pushed, I almost gagged and took my hand and mouth off of his cock, gently pushed his stomach down and said, “Just lie there and let me take care of you.”

  When he relaxed, I took his cock back in my mouth and continued. I concentrated on pleasing him and exploring, feeling, and tasting all I could fit inside. With a few more strokes, his balls tightened and his cock pulsed, shooting hot cum to the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. He pulsed again and again, shooting himself into me. I closed my eyes to savor his seed, swallowing as much as I could. His salty taste and thick texture delighted me. Some escaped and dribbled, coating my lips and chin, but I kept my mouth on him until he was done, and then licked him clean.

  Before I could wipe my mouth, Sam pulled me into his arms, kissed me deeply, and held me. Again, I was wrapped in his strong arms.

  “This has been the most beautiful experience of my life,” I told him.

  Sam smiled and brushed my hair aside. “I hope it’s not the last.”

  I brought his lips back to mine where they belonged, and we both fell back to catch our breath.

  Afterglow and Fantasy

  Looking back, I have to admit I was quite young at the time and didn’t have much experience. Archie and I had dated all the way through school and the last few years. I’d lost my virginity to Archie, but sex between us had become matter-of-fact. The only way we ever had sex was to kiss, fondle a little, and then Archie fucked me. That’s what it was, a fuck with no heart. I did what I thought I should, which was to open my legs and let him put his cock in me and wave it about. My experience with Sam was the complete opposite with Sam being constantly attentive to me.

  We spent all Saturday in bed. Sam served me lunch and catered to my whims. I don’t know how many times we made love that day, as we drifted from conversation to sex seamlessly. Being with him felt perfectly natural, as if we’d known each other forever. We fit together.

  When I went to work on Monday, I saw Sam with new eyes. He reminded me about the company’s “no fraternization” policy, and we tried to maintain a professional manner. I don’t think we fooled anyone.

  The next Saturday, I again took the train into town. I spent the entire weekend with him and with more time available, we walked around London, looking for interesting restaurants and stores.

  “I want to take you someplace special for dinner,” Sam said.

  “Where?”

  “You’ll see,” he said and waved for a taxi.

  We got out on Piccadilly and walked up Swallow Street and down the stairs into a cellar restaurant, Fino’s. Inside the curved, grotto-like bistro, the brick walls and arches were lit with small sconces, looking like candles.

  When my eyes adjusted to the mood lighting, a large man in a tuxedo—large as in height, almost two meters, and with an immense chest—greeted us. His black curly hair framed a serious face, which changed into a child-like smile upon seeing us. He walked up, looked me over and in a hoarse, almost whispering voice, said, “You must be Marisa.”

  I looked at him, then at Sam, who said, “Marisa, meet a good friend of mine, Carlo. Carlo, yes, this is the beautiful, fascinating woman I told you about.”

  “I’m confused,” I said.

  “Let’s get a table and some wine, then talk.” Carlo said.

  He escorted us to a table where he held my chair for me and then left to order the wine.

  “Is he the
Maître d’?” I asked.

  “No, the owner.” Sam said.

  Carlo came back and sat with us. A waiter brought three glasses and a bottle of wine. “A nice Cabernet or would you prefer white?” Carlo asked.

  “Cabernet sounds sublime. Thank you.” I said. “How do the both you know each other?”

  “I started coming to Fino’s when I arrived in London. Someone from the Piccadilly Hotel recommended this place, and I found it perfect. Carlo has a wonderful wine cellar and the food…well, you’ll find out when we get our order,” Sam said.

  “I haven’t ordered yet.”

  “I’ve taken the liberty to order for you both,” Carlo said.

  “After I became a regular,” Sam said, “Carlo offered to place my order when I asked him to surprise me. It did. After that night, I’ve never looked at a menu.”

  “One evening, Sam came in here and told me he met the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and then he told me about you,” Carlo said.

  I nearly choked on my wine but recovered. I was able to swallow and laughed.

  “Mia Bella, your Sam came in here infatuated like a school boy and wouldn’t stop talking about you. I made him promise to bring you to my restaurant. I wanted to see for myself what woman is so beautiful and smart enough to capture this man’s heart. And, by the way, I agree with him about your beauty for you make my little restaurant glow.”

  “Carlo, if you don’t stop, I’m going to send Sam home and stay here with you.”

  “Alas, while the thought fills my heart, my lovely wife may not feel it is in my best interest.”

  “I needed someone to speak with after meeting you,” Sam said. “So, I came here and poured my heart at Carlo’s feet.”

  “Poor Sam,” Carlo said. “He was struck by a thunderbolt, lifted off his feet, and lost his way, until we talked.”

  In a daze, I said, “I don’t understand…”

  “I told him about you and how my feelings were confused in regards with seeing you again, knowing I had to go back to the States soon. Carlo asked me to examine how I felt and whether I could walk away from you. I said no.”

  Carlo told me, “Sam needed to hear himself. I was but an echo for him, and I believe he already knew the answer. However, I did tell him to prepare the path for the good Lord. All things on earth are possible, and sometimes we don’t know what’s good or bad when we think with our head, so let the heart lead the way.”

  * * * *

  Late on Sunday, before I had to leave, we sat on the bed talking. Sam told me about his mother, how she raised him as a single parent, and about growing up in Florida.

  I asked Sam whether he thought we were compatible. I really wanted to know if I was doing everything I could to please him and told him as much.

  “Marisa, you and I have the same values, like the same foods, and we enjoy pleasing each other. Where we don’t agree, we respect one another. If you’re asking if we are compatible sexually, after spending the time we have together, I know I am mad about you and only hope that I please you. If there is ever anything I can do to fulfill any need, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything to make you happy. I just want you to be open and honest…so don’t hold back.

  “It’s all about trust,” Sam continued. “As long as we both trust each other, no matter what happens, we’ll be there for each other. Is there anything I can do for you?”

  “I can’t think of anything, right now. There’s a lot I know I’ve never done, but if you have anything you want to do, I’ll try it.”

  “Okay,” he said. “That’s fair.”

  “Do you have anything you’d like to try?” I asked.

  “I’m at a loss on how I could enjoy you any more. Our lovemaking has been sometimes intense, sometimes urgent, and always fulfilling. Whatever we have, let’s bottle it and get rich.”

  “Have you ever had any fantasies?” I asked.

  “Like what?

  “Anything.”

  “The only fantasy I ever had was when I was in college and wanted to sleep with two coeds from my study hall…at the same time.”

  “Did you?

  “No, I never had the nerve to approach them, but I did sleep with them here,” he said pointing to his head. “For a time, I was so obsessed with them I couldn’t see either one without imagining her in bed. It was a terrible time. I couldn’t concentrate and was horny twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

  After we laughed, we tenderly made love. I stayed with him until the last possible minute before I had to catch a train back to East End.

  * * * *

  One evening during that week, I was on the telephone with my mate, Linda. I told her about Sam. To be honest, I hadn’t stopped talking to her about him and how he made me feel. Linda asked for some of the juiciest details, and I told her. I told her when Sam made me come with his mouth it was so intense that I could hardly believe it. After a bit, she told me to stop as her boyfriend had gone on holiday, and she was quite aroused.

  After we rang off, I remembered Sam’s old fantasy. I’ve known Linda for most of my life and thought about what it would be like to have her in bed with us. I wondered how I’d react, seeing Sam on top of her or going down on her. Would I get jealous? I thought about that for a bit and understood my feelings for Sam had grown over the weeks, and if I wasn’t in love, I was certainly on the way.

  I wanted to do that for him. It was not about testing our burgeoning relationship, but more about wanting to give Sam something he, at one time, had wanted. I decided to call Linda back and see if she was up for an adventure.

  “Linda,” I said, “I want to ask you a favor and it has to be our secret. If you don’t want to do it, it’s perfectly okay.”

  “What? Tell me, tell me.”

  “It’s rather sensitive, and it’s not something I would ask of anyone except you.”

  “You’re driving me over the top. Just ask me straight out, no dilly-dally. What? What? What?”

  “Last Sunday, Sam and I were sitting on the bed talking about what we both like. I asked him if he had any fantasies. He told me about one he had when he was in college.”

  “Go on. I’m listening.”

  “Sam used to obsess about two women he knew in college going to bed with him at the same time. If I could, I’d really like to make this fantasy come true for him.”

  “Aren’t you concerned it would damage your relationship?

  “I hope not, and based on our conversations, I really don’t think it will.”

  “Am I understanding you are inviting me to be the other person with you?”

  “Oh, gosh, Linda. I don’t want to do anything that would hurt our friendship.”

  “Is sex with Sam really as good as you’ve said it is?

  “More so.”

  “Then count me in.”

  “Linda, that’s so wonderful! But, what about Graham?”

  “First of all, he’s on holiday. Second, what’s more important right now is you made me horny as hell, so it’s your responsibility to help me out.”

  Over the past few weeks, I noticed whenever we spoke about Graham, she changed the subject or had quick answers. I knew by what she wasn’t telling me that there were problems, but I didn’t want to get into it with her. She’d tell me when she wanted me to know.

  I was so anxious to tell Sam, I took an early train the next morning. Usually the other blokes didn’t come in before nine-thirty, and I knew Sam got in about eight.

  I walked back to his office, and we greeted each other with a warm kiss. I stood next to his desk, while he sat, but in my excitement, I was having a problem starting the conversation.

  “I’m not quite understanding what you said. Can you start again?” he asked.

  “I was talking to my mate, Linda, about you, and I…I tell her everything.”

  Sam’s raised his eyebrows and said, “What does she think?”

  “Of course, she’s happy for us, but I told her about your fantasy.”
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  “What fantasy? The one with two women?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did she think I’ve gone batty or so weird it’s scary?

  “No, silly. She wants to be in bed with both of us, and we’re coming by on Saturday…if that’s okay by you.”

  “How are you going to feel about this?” he asked.

  “It’s Linda. She’s my best mate, and I’d put a bow on her if it would make you happy. I’m so excited she was willing to give it a go. When I was thinking about this, after she agreed, I dreamed how I would I feel seeing her with your cock in her mouth or watching you fuck her. My thoughts made me all wet.”

  “I can’t wait to meet her,” he said.

  We heard someone open the outer door and moved apart. All day that Thursday and Friday, I teased him by sending notes, saying that I wanted him to lick me or play with me. I knew I was getting him hot, so when Saturday came, he would be all worked up.

  The one thing I had almost forgotten was that Sam would be going back to the States. That counterpoint to our relationship frightened me; I didn’t want to lose him now that we found each other. Late in the afternoon on Friday, I knocked on Sam’s office door and walked in. He was just packing up to leave, but stopped when he saw me and the look on my face.

  He came to me and directed me to a chair next to his desk. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

  “When are you leaving?”

  “It looks like late next week. I’ve managed to push it back as far as I can, but now the home office says that my work here is done. I have another request in for an extension, and I was waiting until that was decided before I spoke with you. Frankly, Marisa, I don’t give it much of a chance, and I’m going to have to go back.”