Without You I Have Nothing

by J A Scooter

  Her silken wisps of panties were soon sliding down her legs but Jennifer seemed blissfully unaware of the loss. She moved her legs to wrap one around his body and tilted her hips upward, even though they were both still standing, hoping to convey how much she wanted to make love with him.

  He pressed his hard maleness against her in response, showing her that he wanted her just as much.

  As he undid her bra and it slid to the floor, Peter couldn't believe his eyes as before him were her beautiful breasts - adequately sized but with the shape and firmness usually attributed to smaller women. The nipples, hard and wanting, turned up and out as if begging for his attention - they were his - and his heart rejoiced.

  Leaning forward, and kissing her neck, he paused. Lightly he bit and kissed her earlobes. This seemed to drive her wild and he locked that up in his memory for future reference.

  As his hands cupped her breasts, he gasped his delight. They really were as firm as they had appeared. He kissed down her neck and reached one breast, making a line straight for one of her perfectly pink nipples.

  She moaned her joy at his pleasure of her nakedness. His first attention to her earlobes, throat and neck had brought her almost to a point of exploding, but this new interest with her breasts was quickly undermining her ability to stand.

  She was shaky and could feel the ardor begin to override her ability to remain upright.

  She wanted him now. The need grew within her until her mind, unable to cope, shut down and she began to slide to the floor.

  Holding her tightly in his arms, Peter lifted her and carried her to their bed where he lay beside her, marveling at her naked beauty.

  Jennifer studied him, the green depths of her eyes flashing their message of love.

  Rolling her onto her belly, Peter began worshipping her back, adoring the creamy, unblemished whiteness of her skin.

  As if they were unsheathed claws, he dragged his fingernails across her shoulders then down her back to her hips, all the while whispering into her ear as she writhed under the delicious assault.

  "Welcome, my love, to the Tiger's Kiss."

  His lips followed his fingernails and the difference - the soft sweetness of his lips and the harsh reality of his nails - began to eat into her consciousness.

  "My God, Peter what are you doing?"

  "Worshiping you, my own sweet love.” was the soft answer.

  Jennifer's eyes flew open and she gasped as the kisses swept across her buttocks. His hands curled up and held her buttocks in awe before he sat back on his haunches to study her more fully.

  The air was full of her fragrant need, as he leant down. Again, he nibbled her ear lobes.

  She writhed and groaned her pleasure into the pillow as his lips kissed her shoulders and his hands continued their merry dance. Down her sides, to the outside of her legs, they pranced until they held her ankles.

  Peter lifted one foot and buried his lips on the sole before beginning to suck on each toe. The worshipping of her body continued.

  She tried begging him to stop but he refused to take any notice. The second foot gained his attention before he spread her legs and began an upwards slide of fingers and lips until he reached her inner thighs.

  The softness, the heat and the fragrance enticed him and he used his head to nudge her legs even wider.

  The thought of what he was doing and where he was, what he could smell and that her private parts were open to his gaze and his kisses were enough to make Jennifer's body arch into a bow as her body demanded more.

  "Oh Peter, I love what you're doing to me,” she murmured, shivering under his touch.

  Rolling onto her side Jennifer pulled his arms around her. She lay still trying to regain her breath and her thoughts.

  However, Peter wouldn't give up the pleasures of her flesh, even for a moment. Gently he rolled her onto her back and she lay there beside him, her legs open, her eyes wide and misty with love.

  She wasn't worried. He was far too gentle to hurt her but she was still anxious, worrying about what was to come, and hoped she would be as good a lover for him as he was for her.

  Gently he bent to kiss her eyelids saying, "And you thought I was queer, eh? Remember that first night?"

  She answered his words with a giggle and a slap on his bare shoulder, but then her eyes closed yet again, as he recommenced his assault on her senses.

  He attacked her ears, then the delicate softness of her throat. Like a vampire, he seemed attracted to her sweet neck. Her shoulders called for his kisses but still he didn't stop.

  He was insatiable and rolled on top of her to lie between her legs, not allowing his full weight to crush her.

  Accepting the weight of a man on her for the first time, Jennifer threw her arms around his neck and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, begging him to take her.

  His hard body was nudging at her soft entrance. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, awaiting that first invasion. Suddenly her eyes flew open in surprise as he shrugged free of her legs and began a downwards slide until his lips and fingers were worshipping her nipples.

  She gasped as his teeth gently rasped across first one nipple then the other before sucking them one at a time deep into his mouth. It was as though Peter was trying to consume her by sucking her whole body into his throat, but so gently she wished he would succeed.

  Shyly she held her breasts to his mouth, demanding that he give them even more attention. With a sigh of disappointment, she felt his fingers replace his mouth that was sliding down across her flat belly to linger on her sex.

  A quick kiss at the junction of her thighs and Peter's head was retracing its steps until he was kissing her once again. He rolled her onto her side and his fingers followed the downwards trail he had blazed with his mouth. They slid and danced their way down to her knees then traced a path up her inner thighs and across her groin as he whispered, "Just checking to make certain your legs join your body properly."

  Jennifer was given no time to ponder over his remark. Her body begged that he touch her. She wanted him to investigate her even more. Yet she was incapable of saying anything.

  She could hear soft groans of appreciation and soft begging moans in the room, and knew they were coming from her. Her eyes flashed open as two fingers slid across the lips of her secret cave and gently paused at the opening as if frightened of entering.

  His fingers were wet with her honey.

  Shocked, she watched as Peter sucked them dry of her sweetness.

  "Sweetheart, you are so fragrant and sweet. I must have more."

  His fingers returned to investigate her treasure, this time examining slowly, not pausing at the entrance but carefully exploring around and around her honeyed entrance.

  Each light touch brought waves of bliss to her. Arching off the bed, she kissed Peter even more passionately as the pleasure took control of her mind and body.

  Peter once more began a deliberate descent, kissing first her breasts then her nipples. He slid lower to kiss her belly, making her jolt and writhe, much to his delight.

  She shivered as his tongue and lips sent waves of sensations through her body.

  It was as if he had wired himself into her mind.

  Trying to lift her head Jennifer failed. She smiled to herself as his mouth reached her pubic region, but he avoided her sex to attack her inner thighs yet again. This teasing made her moan, but also made her want him more.

  Finally, he gave into his desire and began to devour her. Starting at her wet opening, he stuck his tongue hard into her, tasting her abundant juices and making her exhale sharply. He used his thumb to massage her clitoris, allowing him a perfect view of her little love button. His tongue darted out and he began to pleasure her in earnest.

  Jennifer couldn't believe what she was feeling.

  Peter had just begun to worship her sex with his tongue and lips, and already she was teetering on the peak of orgasm. As his tongue began to flick her clit, she grasped the sheet and
held on for dear life. He began to apply more pressure with his tongue, and she believed she was going to lose control.

  Not content, he slowly slid a finger almost inside her.

  She grabbed a pillow to smother her screams and she could feel her inner muscles begin to clench.

  As if her clit were some delicacy, he licked, sucked and gently chewed it without a pause. True, she was delicious to taste but he wanted more.

  Jennifer rode the wave of pleasure as Peter continued gently to savor her sex, both of them floating in a bubble of love.

  She was a slave to her femininity.

  Peter paused, lying still for a moment. He watched her eyes open before dropping his head to clamp his mouth yet again to her sex.

  She groaned, "Peter let me rest.” He couldn't hear her. His attention was on her delight and her legs were tight against his ears. Lapping her wetness, his tongue sucked her honey into his mouth, searching her honeyed cave just like his fingers.

  Before she could gather her thoughts and speak again, Peters' mouth once more clamped on her clit and his tongue buffeted it.

  She reached out to his face, brushing it lightly, overwhelmed at his gentleness and love.

  Reluctantly she took his face in her hands and separated him from her sex. Drawing him up level with her own face, she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

  She pushed him off her.

  He complied, and she looked him in the eye as her hands went to his groin.

  She rolled her tongue around in his mouth, causing his already swollen spear to jump against her leg. Quickly her hands clasped around his hardness.

  Jennifer sighed aloud. That's what she wanted. His 'little one' was far from little and she began to wonder how she would take it.

  Slowly stroking Peter, she kissed her way down his body, nibbling his nipples, blowing warm air over his belly and running her tongue momentarily over the base of his penis. Kneeling alongside his calves, Jennifer looked into his eyes seductively as she lowered her face towards his hardness.

  Peter tried to pull her up but she'd have none of it.

  "Jennifer you don't have to do that!” he remonstrated.

  Ignoring his demand with, "Now it's my turn,” she returned to the task in hand.

  It was the sexiest thing that he'd ever seen. As she pulled back his foreskin with her right hand and studied his manhood with intense fascination, Peter gasped as he felt her hands on his hot shaft.

  As her hands moved up and down his rigid penis, one finger lovingly dragged across the head, swirling around it and massaging it.

  Peter knew he'd have to be careful. He had plans and it wouldn't pay to explode in her hands. He cleared his mind, relaxing and reveling in the feelings starting at his penis and washing over his body.

  Her fingers delicately danced over the head as she studied it, always managing to find a special spot on the base. As she began to stroke him harder, Peter took her head in his hand and motioned for her to stop.

  Jennifer took one last long pull of his man-spear on the way back up, licked her own lips and smiled. She flipped over onto her back as Peter paused to catch his breath.

  His love for this woman had made his sensitivity all that more intense and never before had he experienced such amazing sensations.

  Peter regained his composure and propped himself up, running his eyes over this glorious creature - his wife, whom he loved so dearly. Gentle curves, milky-white skin, beautiful breasts and a face that made him weak in the knees, this girl was heaven to his eyes.

  Jennifer's head sank back into the pillow.

  Peter leaned over to kiss her sensuously on the lips.

  Her hands went around his waist as their tongues met, caressing and lightly rubbing each other. Jennifer broke off their kiss, and whispered into his ear.

  "Please Peter now. I want to feel you inside me."

  Kneeling between her ankles, Peter worshipped her legs. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and he would have devoured her again had he not been desperate to feel her silken sheath around him.

  Peter guided his hardness to her wet, begging entrance as Jennifer gazed on in anticipation.

  Jennifer gasped as she began to feel him sliding up and down her sex slit until he almost lodged in her entrance. She was tight but felt no pain as he tenderly tried easing his manhood into her. She exhaled sharply as Peter began to withdraw his penis only to slide back against her entrance, as if lubricating her passage to allow him more freedom of movement.

  He bumped against her hymen and stopped but she wasn't prepared to wait.

  Reaching down she cruelly dug her fingernails into his buttocks. He jerked in response and he had breached her last battlement.

  He was completely inside her.

  Jennifer relished the feeling of having Peter totally filling her as he gasped in amazement. She was so hot and tight he could barely believe it. Her sex was a silken heaven around his manhood as he began to move in and out of her, taking short strokes to start with, and then increasing his speed, always at a steady rhythm.

  Jennifer's eyes were wide with a look of surprise at this new feeling of invasion.

  "My God,” was all she could utter.

  She shuddered beneath him as he moved his body over her, using his back and his hips to their full potential. She could feel his pubic hair on her own crotch as he buried himself repeatedly into her, filling her completely and stimulating her in a way that she would never have believed possible.

  Slowing his pace to avoid exploding, Peter struggled to maintain control. He had never felt anything this good in his life.

  She wrapped her legs around him, as he loved her in a very primal, animalistic way, letting her hands trail over his chest as his damp body pleasured her.

  He began moving even faster and even more vigorously.

  Jennifer decided it was time to take control.

  She lightly pushed against Peter's chest as a signal to slow down. As his pace eased, she was able to concentrate. Jennifer motioned for him to lie on his back next to her.

  Without a word, he followed her directions.

  In silence, she straddled his body, looking deep into his eyes as she took his throbbing manhood in her hand. Slowly she pushed the head into her wetness and sank down onto him, impaling herself and drawing a groan from her lover.

  Peter let his eyes roll into the back of his head as Jennifer began to ride him, maintaining a steady rhythm. Regaining control, he looked up at her beautiful form, rising and falling atop his body. Grabbing a firm hold on both of her full ass cheeks, he brought her to her hands and knees on top of him so he could tilt his hips to drive into her from below at a blinding pace.

  "I want to feel you come,” Jennifer moaned into Peter's ear as she began to pick up her rhythm once again, this time gaining a more effective angle, providing stimulation to her g-spot and extracting a series of unintelligible noises from Peter. As she began to ride him at a crazy tempo, he felt his stomach begin to tighten with the telltale signs of orgasm.

  The feeling built within his loins, spreading throughout his body. He ran his hands along Jennifer's body, his eyes widening as he felt himself reach his peak.

  He remembered the look of shock on Jennifer's face as she was plunged into a massive, electrifying orgasm. Her sex contracted around his manhood, and he rose to climax himself in a flash of absolute ecstasy.

  The feelings overtaking his body intensified as he felt the satisfaction rush from his body to explode inside her.

  Seeing the look on his face, hearing his loud groan and feeling his penis swell within her, Jennifer rejoiced.

  Gripping each other tightly, they had reached the peak together. Jennifer's sex squeezed his penis as it filled her full of thick, warm semen. Their orgasms seemed to have no end, feeding from each another as they both spasamed, organs and arms interlocked, moaning into each other's mouths as they attempted to kiss.

  They were husband and wife in name and in deed.

/>   As the boom, boom, boom of the local mosque calling the faithful to prayers shattered Jennifer's nap she felt the warmth of Peter cuddling her back and the determination of his little one to go exploring again. Very aware of her nakedness, she was startled as she heard him chuckle.

  "So trying to seduce me again, eh? We have no time for that. Come on - there's a water shortage in Singapore so we'll shower together, but don't get your hopes up, as we have to leave quickly. We have a very busy day ahead of us."

  Grabbing her hand, he dragged her into the bathroom and under the shower with him. Ignoring her complaints at his bossiness, he soaped her back, lingering over her buttocks and legs then turned her around to begin on her front. Smiling, he watched her eyes close and heard her shy moans. Next, he gave close attention to her breasts and his mouth claimed her nipples.

  Jennifer pulled his head closer to her as she drove Peter onwards. Spreading her legs wide, she felt those gentle hands climbing from her knees to her groin on the pretext of soaping and washing her. A protest burst from her lips as Peter slid down to kiss her sex and to probe her treasure cave with his tongue in search of her honey.

  "Peter, you're insatiable. You just told me we're in a hurry and here we go again! Will you please stop?" Jennifer tried in vain to sound annoyed as she continued, "What are you doing?"

  Seeking to overcome her resistance, Peter looked up at her with a hangdog look on his face. "Loving my dear, darling wife,” he answered, "and I will never stop."

  Laughing, she grabbed the face washer and rubbed it into his face.

  Her laughter encouraged him. Giving his full attention to pleasuring her before rising to his feet, he turned her around, allowing his penis to rise between her legs before he bent her over to cling to the handrail. She felt that marvelous slide as he entered her, and the incredible feeling of his filling her as one hand gently tugged her nipples and the other dipped to play with her clit. Together they climbed the mountain and together they clung to each other as they leapt off the peak to explode in ecstasy.