Blyssful Lies

by J. C. Cliff

  Tentatively, I reach out with both hands to touch the back of her thighs while holding her heated gaze. Slowly, I slide my hands up and down her legs, caressing them lightly, and I hear her breath hitch. Her eyes speak of pure lust. “Is this okay? Can I touch you like this?” I ask, my voice coming out huskily.

  Watching her lick her bottom lip, leaving it wet and glossy makes my dick pulsate with need. She nods her head, and I wonder what it would be like to slide into the heat of her pussy. Moving both my hands around to the front of her tank, I hesitate at the hem of her shirt. My eyes beseech hers, begging her not to stop me.

  “Is this ok, too?” My voice is thick with hunger.

  When my fingers graze along her bare stomach, she gasps, and I swear I can hear her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispers. I can feel the air in the room growing thicker from the passion building between us.

  Slowly, I peel the tank top up her body, and pause when her breasts spring free from the material. My heart explodes, racing faster, not knowing how far she will let me go. “You’re so damn sexy,” I whisper. I’m surprised when she takes over, removing her top the rest of the way over her head, then she tosses it over the sofa onto the floor.

  I watch as her hands reach out, trembling before me, and she hesitates to close the distance. “Touch me, Jules.” Her shaky hands finally come to rest on my taut shoulders, and the moment she touches my bare skin, electric currents of sexual desire race to my already throbbing cock.

  Trying like hell to go slow and not maul her, I nuzzle into her perfect chest and feeling her heart as it beats wildly against my cheek. I can’t seem to contain myself. I’ve wanted her for so long. She slides her fingers into my hair, and then begins fisting it as she arches her back, pulling me in and demanding more. I’m a goner. I glide my hands to the globes of her pert ass and squeeze while wrapping my mouth around her pink nipple. I gently suck her hard nub into the warmth of my mouth, losing myself in a sea of emotions.

  “Oh, God, Travis,” she moans. A deep growl of appreciation erupts from the back of my throat as her body arches even more, pushing her breast firmly into my mouth. I continue to pay homage to her perfectness, while massaging both her ass cheeks, pulling her lower torso into my hard body at the same time.

  “Are you feeling this electricity, Jules?” I murmur as I trail my lips to her other breast, flicking my tongue over the tip of her nipple. I pause to blow a gentle, cool breath over her sensitive peak and ask, “Tell me it’s not just me. Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”

  She grinds her pussy against my stomach, tugging at my hair again as she faintly whispers, “Yes…yes, I want you.”

  Before the last word escapes from her mouth, I’ve pulled her body up onto mine and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist. “Oh, Jules. What are you doing to me?” My tongue traces over the seam of her lips, parting them gently, and she opens to me; spearing my tongue between her lips and into her mouth, she lets a whimper escape as I swallow her desire. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck, and I teasingly whisper over her lips, “What about the bug?”

  “What bug?” she whispers back as she angles her head, taking over the kiss. She has me so drunk on desire I can’t see straight, and I’ll be surprised if we make it to my bedroom in one piece. I want her so damn bad. I can hear my heavy, erratic breathing over her little moans as I blindly stagger both of us down the hallway, knowing I’m about to make her mine.

  ~Jules~

  When we enter the bedroom, he tears his lips away from mine, breathing heavily with desire. I lick my lips, savoring the taste he’s left behind. He gently lays me down on his mattress and slips onto the bed, hovering over me, his hands resting on either side of me while my exposed breasts are aching for his touch. He stares at me with half-lidded eyes as he leans in close, and whispers, “Jules…please tell me you’re ready to make love to me. If you wind up changing your mind once we get started, I’m not sure I’ll be strong enough to stop.” His forehead wrinkles as he professes, “The last thing I want is to pressure you into something you’re not ready for. I want you to know I’m willing to wait for you.” The sincerity in his voice and just the mere fact he’s willing to hold off tells me he respects me, and it makes me fall a little more in love with him.

  Despite the fact I’m nervous, I don’t want to wait. “I’m sure, Travis,” I softly confess as I take in his powerful body, which is full of hard lines, muscles, and tanned skin, wishing he was already inside me. Even though I’m truly burning with desire to connect with him, craving to discover every inch of him, I tell him, “Truth be told, though, I am a little nervous.” I inhale a shaky breath and softly sigh. “I just don’t know if I’ve ever done this before.”

  He closes his eyes then rests his forehead against mine and exhales. “I know you feel anxious, but I promise to make this feel good for you.”

  The muscles flex across his upper body as he comes to rest the weight of his bare chest against mine. I let out a low moan when my hard nipples make contact with his warm skin. When he slips his knee between my legs and slowly separates them, my stomach dips with desire, and wetness rushes to my core. Even though we both still have on our underwear, I feel so open and vulnerable spread out like this, and the second he settles his thick cock against my opening, I gasp. “Oh, my,” I softly whimper. His heated gaze locks with mine as he gently rocks the weight of his lower torso against my opening.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” he asks in a gravelly voice. My stomach flutters, and I lift my hips, pressing into his erection as my reply. Travis lets out a low, reverberating sexy rumble, “I’ll take that as a yes.” His lips brush heatedly over mine, then his tongue skates out briefly to dance over my lips, teasing me. “I’ll have you so wet by the time I slip inside your sweet heat, you’ll be begging for me to ride you hard.”

  I shiver at his husky words spoken with promise, and arch my back, pressing my breasts harder against his bare skin. “I’m already wet for you,” I whisper. A fire begins to burn from within and I’m desperate to have all the barriers between us removed…now. I want to feel all of him against my naked flesh.

  His lips crash over mine as my lips part, granting his tongue access to mine. His kiss starts off sensual, and slow, his tongue warm and succulent as it rolls over mine. I’m helplessly frantic to have more so I open my mouth wider, sliding my tongue against his with strong strokes. My entire body is molten lava, his kiss creating a blistering heat, and I react by digging my nails into his biceps.

  I spread my legs farther apart, letting my knees fall open wide in invitation, offering myself freely for him to take whatever he wants from my body. At my submission, I’m rewarded with a low growl. He suddenly shifts his body, and then I feel his fingertips burning a trail across my fevered skin to slip them underneath the elastic waistband of my panties. He skims right past my swollen nub, and slides his finger down along the seam of my opening. My breath catches, and my pulse quickens.

  “Travis,” I pant between scorching kisses.

  “Shhh…I know what you need.” He then slowly dips his finger inside my wetness to his knuckle, and I want to explode. “Fuck, if you aren’t dripping for me.” He whispers in a raw voice. Heat raced through my veins at his words, and a rush of wetness seeps from my core. He begins to gently pump his finger in and out of me, and then quickly adds a second finger, filling and stretching me further. The sensation is sweat torture as he shows me a small fraction of what it will feel like when his thick cock is inside me.

  My chest is about to explode, and his open mouthed kisses catch my whimpers of desperation. When I start riding his finger, he pants, “Fuck, I need inside you…now.” His fingers thrust deep inside me one last time before he pulls them out, leaving me feeling bereft, and I whimper.

  I watch as he sits up and rests himself between my legs while he slowly begins to peel off my panties with a heated stare. I lift my hips to assist him as he slips them down my legs and off my f
eet. My breathing turns erratic as he begins giving me a show by slowly peeling off his boxer briefs, his bulge evident of his desire for me. My eyes travel over his six-pack, past his navel, down the trail of hair, and my perusal of his body promptly ends when I catch sight of his beautiful erection. And there it is…the whole package.

  I bite my lower lip as I find myself fixated, staring at his thickness, and then I swallow hard; the reality of the situation of what’s about to transpire between us, suddenly has me on edge. It’s not the fact he’s huge, and maybe I should be nervous about that, but for some reason I’m not. What’s giving me pause is the fact our bodies are about to join; becoming one with each other, and I hope I’m making the right decision. I’m really turned on, and it’s to the point I feel out of control and reckless, relationships be damned.

  A deep, baritone chuckle catches my attention, and my gaze moves from his manhood to his face and I see he’s grinning at me. His smile is breathtaking as his white teeth sparkle against his tanned complexion. He reaches out his hand, his thumb coming to rest on my mouth as he disengages my trapped lip.

  “Sweetheart.” The whispered endearment makes me shiver. His eyes are dilated, but full of tenderness and warmth. “It’s going to be fine, Jules. I will never hurt you, with neither your body nor your heart.” The promise and tenacity in his voice comforts me, and I relax a little.

  Suddenly I'm overcome with the urge to touch him, to feel his thickness in my hand. I sit up, and reach out to gently wrap my fingers around his swollen member. Travis sucks in a sharp breath between his clenched teeth, his eyes close, and his brows furrow from my soft touch. “Oh, hell that feels good,” he whispers huskily. Seeing his reaction to my touch, I have the courage to explore him more. Slowly, but firmly I stroke his length a few times, and a shimmer of pre-cum appears from his tip. I lick my lips with the desire to run my tongue over it, I want to taste this virile man and everything he is; I lean forward and do just that.

  When my tongue comes in contact with his soft tip, my insides clench, and I feel my core throb. He tastes heavenly, and I now want more than just a taste. His eyes are hooded when I peer up at him while I close my lips around his girth, and suck while slowly sliding my mouth and tongue over his hard length until his soft head touches the back of my throat.

  He hisses, “Jules.” I feel his fingers’ trembling as he gently threads them through my hair. He manages to rasp out, “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” God, he feels and tastes so good. He begins to pant heavily, and my heartbeat speeds with excitement.

  I use my free hand to cup his heavy balls, and knead their fullness in the palm of my hand. Opening my mouth wider, sliding his full length all the way in to the base of his balls, he pulses against my tongue. His musky scent and his smooth taste has a rush of wetness seeping from my opening, and my core clenches with need.

  His fingers grasp at the roots of my hair and tug, spurring me on. The gesture has me growing frantic so I pick up the pace, bobbing my head, and stroking his solid warmth against my tongue. To his credit he holds still, allowing me to be in control.

  He emits a deep guttural sound from the back of his throat as if he's in pain. Suddenly, his fingers release my mussed up hair to slide down either side of my shoulders, and he pulls himself away, slipping out of my hungry mouth with a pop.

  His chest rises and falls rapidly as he breathes heavily with desire, “Uh-uh,” shaking his head slowly from side to side dispelling the daze I put him in, “it's not going to be over that quick. You keep that up and I won’t last another minute.”

  Feeling proud of myself for putting him in such a state, I reach out and slip the palms of my hands over the hard planes of his chest; I’m in awe of his strength and muscular body. I sink back into the mattress, pulling him down with me. “Make love to me, Travis. I’m yours.”

  “Damn right, you’re mine,” he grinds out. He stakes his claim by laying his chiseled body over mine, and positions his forearms on either side of my shoulders. The scent of pure Travis surrounds me as he takes me in a fevered kiss, dipping his tongue through my parted lips, to touch mine. My lungs search for a shallow breath as I absorb each new sensation, electrical currents run through me at a wild pace. I feel the rush of adrenaline burst in my chest when he settles his thick shaft between my legs, and we are totally naked, skin on skin.

  Breaking our heated kiss, he then trails hot opened mouthed kisses from my lips, and down my neck. I arch my neck, savoring the feel of his soft lips, heated breath, and tongue as it swirls over my heated skin. Goosebumps erupt and wash over me from head to toe as he slowly, purposefully makes his way down to the center of my chest.

  My breasts heaving before his lips, it's my turn to pant now. He gives me a knowing lopsided grin just before he settles his talented mouth and tongue over my left nipple. Sucking gently at first, he kneads my other breast with the palm of his hand. I let out a whimper, he's driving me crazy. His heated gaze locks with mine while he makes a show of circling his talented tongue around my hard nub before he moves to take my other nipple into his mouth.

  His hand begins to squeeze and knead on my other breast, and electricity shoots through me, my insides clenching and throbbing with each little nip and suckle. I run my fingers through his thick hair just before he tears himself away from my breasts to begin planting kisses along my stomach, then down to my belly button.

  I’m so ready to have him inside me. His strong hand moves to rest on my inner thigh, then slowly nudges my legs further apart. My entire body thrums with excitement, and I gasp when he kisses just above my mound. I believe he’s headed toward my opening, and suddenly, I’m mortified.

  “Relax, sweetheart. I can feel you tensing up.” He murmurs over my swollen folds, and before he dips in with his tongue, I panic.

  “Travis,” I shake my head, “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” What I really want to say is, I haven’t taken a shower yet, and I’m self-conscious. Perhaps the other emotion I’m feeling is vulnerability, and I don’t like it.

  He pauses, looking up into my eyes, seriously regarding my request. “Are you sure?” He looks almost torn between pushing my limits and giving up the idea. I swallow hard, nod, and become relieved when he slowly works his way back up to my lips. “Perhaps another time then.” His heavy weight on top of me feels like heaven, and I think I’ve reached the Pearly Gates when his tongue licks and nips along my arched neck. My eyes flutter closed when he dips his tongue along the shell of my ear, and then breathes out a long hot breath that sends shivers down my spine.

  I run my hands over his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his skin underneath my touch, and I whisper, “Travis, I need more.” My breath is stolen from my lungs the second I feel the tip of his thickness rest against my opening for the first time, and as he slowly teases himself inches inside my slick folds, I gasp for air.

  “Oh, God.” I grab his thick biceps and squeeze; the feeling he’s giving me is intoxicating, and my core begins to throb with a feeling I’ve never felt before.

  “So beautiful.” He pushes inside me halfway, just enough to coat his cock with my arousal, and I inhale a sharp breath. He slips back out to rub and swirl the tip of his cock over my hard nub. The slick feel of his warm length as it rubs back and forth over me, has me crying out. He partially enters me again, teasing me with his fullness, only to pull back out and repeat the process all over again. The feeling is insane.

  I search for his lips, I pant out in a desperate whisper, “Travis, take me.” He has me turned so inside-out my heat pulsates with need, and I break out in a sweat. I run both hands down his chiseled chest, to his abdomen, and then wrap my hands around his tight ass, wanting to pull him into me. I thrust my hips upward, but he’s able to evade being fully seated inside me.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans. “Are you ready for me to slip inside that sweet pussy of yours?”

  I swipe my tongue back over his in reply, my heart pounding in my chest. When his soft tip is at my
moist entrance again, an urgent need overtakes me as my core clenches, and I tingle all over, Holy Hell. I buck my hips into his as his thickness slips further inside me. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his width, and he feels so damn good. I wrap my shaky legs around his hips as I feel my toes curl in response.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathes on a broken, husky whisper.

  Before I can steal a deeper breath for courage as I prepare myself to have him seated fully inside me for the first time, he plunges all the way in with one quick stroke. “Ohhh.” My lungs deflate with a whoosh, and I see small flashes of light dance behind my lids as an intense burst of pleasure rolls through me. He feels amazing, there’s no pain, and I’m in ecstasy. The only sound is our ragged breathing between scorching kisses.

  He holds himself still for a moment, grasping for control as he nestles himself deep inside me while catching his breath. “You feel so damn good,” he whispers, and then he begins to roll his hips in a wide, circular motion, grinding himself against my pelvis.

  My breath hitches as the length of his cock touches special places deep inside me, taking my breath away. “Oh, my God!”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he softly breathes. “It seems like I’ve waited a lifetime to be inside you.”

  I swallow hard against my dry mouth, barely able to speak or catch my breath from the intense moment. With our souls connected and intertwined, I feel as if this man completes me, like we’re meant to be.

  He takes his right hand and wraps it around my thigh, tilting my pelvis upward, which serves to push himself even further inside my depths. I grab onto his broad shoulders for stability and deepen the kiss while meeting him thrust for thrust as he begins to plunge in and out of me. The friction he’s creating against my slick and silky walls makes me tingle all over. I’m done for; I don’t think anyone will ever be able to affect me the way this man does on so many different levels.