Taylor's Tryst

by Renee DeMarcus

  Taking the tip in her mouth, she ran her tongue around the rim and sucked tentatively. “Mmm,” she murmured as she tasted a drop of warm semen. She pulled him back out of her mouth with a soft wet pop and squeezed. Another bead of liquid eased out of his small slit and she licked it. “Mmm, I like that.”

  Brian grasped her shoulders and pressed her backwards. “Aw, honey, I like it too, but if you keep that up, I’ll never last.”

  “So don’t last.”

  “No. This is going to be about you.” He lightly pushed her back onto the bed. “Damn, you are so fucking fine. I love these pink panties. Very hot. I can see your sexy little cunt right through them.”

  Taylor eased back on the bed, finding the pillows with the back of her head and feeling her sexy little cunt dribble at his words. Apparently she liked dirty talk. A lot. She was nervous, but determined to enjoy her sensuality. Enjoy this man.

  He was wrong, though. It wasn’t about her. She was a woman destined to be ultimately unsatisfied sexually, so she needed to learn other ways to please herself, even if she never had an orgasm. Brian’s enormous cock definitely topped the list of things that pleased her. She wanted it back in her mouth.

  He kneeled on the bed and smoothed his hands over her shins. “Spread your legs for me.”

  Taylor hesitated, but complied. She drew her knees up and then slowly opened them until they were spread wide.

  “Oh, yeah, that is it. I can see that pretty little cunt even better. So fine, bunny.” He started to move toward her.

  She popped her legs shut. “Come up here, Brian. I want you back in my mouth.”

  “No, honey. Your turn.” He reached for her panties, forcing her to lift as he tugged them off.

  Goose bumps rose on her arms and her nipples puckered tight. His words were so dirty, yet so…sexy. She wanted him to keep talking but he was kissing his way down her belly, probably to get to her pretty little cunt, which was fine by Taylor.

  She heard a moan slip out and he glanced up, over her mound. His eyes were on her face, staring deeply, as if watching her expressions. She was mesmerized and watched as his pink tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and he took a long, leisurely lick over her clitoris.

  She arched her back. “Oh.” God, everything about him was big, even his tongue.

  “Yeah, bunny. You like that, huh?” Another lick. “I’m going to lick this pretty pussy until you come. Hard.”

  She could feel his hot breath on her folds. She hated to disappoint him. It felt incredible, but she knew she wouldn’t orgasm. Maybe she could fake it.

  “Uh, Brian?”

  More licking. He’d found his way to her opening and was pushing his tongue inside. Oh, God, she really liked his tongue.

  “Hmm?” he asked between rhythmic invasions.

  “I can’t come.”

  He paused, lifted his head. “What did you say?”

  “I can’t come.” There, it was out. “But it’s nice. I like it.”

  His dark brows drew together, formed a wrinkle between his eyes. “It’s nice?” He looked irritated.

  “I mean, it’s really great.” She took a deep breath, his natural musky scent filling her as she inhaled. “I just can’t come. I never do.”

  He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “You never come? Ever?”

  Okay, this was killing the mood. He had stopped his ministrations, and she had really been enjoying his attention to detail. “Well, other than two times, no, never. So don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  Brian sat up, the irritation replaced by a softer, concerned expression. “Taylor, you’ve only climaxed twice? In your entire life?”

  She flushed, felt the splotches break out all over her. “A lot of women don’t. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “You’re blushing.” He smiled, his hand moving over her thigh in a caress. “And it’s a very big deal.”

  Anytime her blush was pointed out it only worsened. This time was no exception. She felt her cheeks heat up. “Of course I’m blushing, you’re embarrassing me.” Why hadn’t she gotten under the sheet? “Are you doing it on purpose?”

  His hand moved to her stomach, fingered her belly button. “Maybe.”

  “Ooh,” she huffed. “You just like to get under my skin, don’t you?”

  “Maybe.” He moved his hand up to her breasts. “I definitely like your skin. I don’t know about getting under it, but on it? Yeah, I’m all about getting on it.” He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. “Taylor, honey, it is a big deal to me that you don’t climax. Is this why you said you weren’t upset about last night? You didn’t come and you think that’s just normal for you?”

  His mouth was still close to hers, so she kissed him, going for distraction. “Yes, so don’t worry. Just forget about it.” She kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue between his lips and outlining his teeth. He had perfect teeth.

  He accepted her kiss and let her explore his mouth fully before pulling back to respond. “Bunny, I’m not going to forget about it. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll scream.”

  “Brian—”

  “First, I’m going to make you come with my tongue.”

  “But—”

  “Shh.” He silenced her with the pad of his forefinger, pressing it on her lips. “Then, I’m going to ease my cock into your tight little pussy real slow, real easy, and I’m going to fuck you ’til you come again. And again.”

  She sighed. God, it all sounded fabulous to her. Too bad it wouldn’t work. But hey, if he was determined to try, she would let him.

  He moved back down her body and hooked his muscled arms around her legs, spreading her wide. She heard him inhale and whisper something dirty about her scent. God, if he kept talking like that maybe she really would come.

  She arched her back, moving her mound toward his lips. He leaned in and took her clit into his mouth.

  The contact jolted her and she jerked away from him.

  “Easy, honey.” Brian grasped her thighs and halted her retreat.

  He leaned in slower this time, easing his mouth over her labia, letting his hot breath warm her to his touch. He licked her slow, easy.

  Damn, she tasted good. He wanted her little clit back in his mouth, but she wasn’t ready for it. He had patience.

  He wanted to go down on her all day. All day and all night.

  She relaxed back onto the pillows and lifted her pelvis toward him. Taylor seemed to think she wasn’t sexual. He knew better. He let his tongue dip into her little hole, traced the outline of the opening, savoring the intimate taste of her. His cock swelled more.

  If she so much as touched him, he’d come. He tried to get a hold of himself. Taylor was the sexiest woman he’d ever encountered and he was determined to please her. Satisfy her.

  “You like this, bunny?” he asked between dips of his tongue.

  “Mmm.” She began to move her pelvis in a soft rhythm against his mouth.

  “That’s it. Let me fuck you with my tongue.” He shoved his tongue back inside her and grabbed her hips, encouraging her to grind against him.

  He pushed his tongue as far inside her cunt as possible, lapping at her wet sex. She tasted good, so fucking good. Erotic and luscious, like spicy hot cream. He moved a finger to her clit and stroked gently, playing with the sweet little bud.

  Taylor moaned, moved her head from side to side. “Brian, I—”

  He pulled back but kept his finger on her clit. “Hmm?”

  “I want—”

  “Tell me.”

  She started to pull away from him then and he noticed a flush rising to her cheeks. Embarrassment? Shyness? Brian watched her retreat. Even her breathing changed, became calmer.

  The experience was fading from her. She was losing her arousal.

  He was starting to understand his new lover.

  He grabbed her thighs and tugged her back toward him. “Hold up the
re, I’m still hungry for you.” He leaned down and took a long lick.

  “You are?” she asked, her tone skeptical.

  “Damn straight. I want to suck on your clit.”

  He took the nub between his lips, a kiss, loving it with his tongue. He sucked it lightly. He heard Taylor sigh. He sucked a little harder.

  “Oh, Brian.”

  He widened his mouth, took more of her inside. He suckled her, loving her reaction. She was whimpering, moaning his name, and rocking her pelvis.

  He felt her climax building, knew she was almost there. He could feel her nearing the edge. Just when he was sure she would tumble into a climax, Taylor jerked backward, ending the contact.

  He was confused. Had he hurt her? Shit. “You were about to come, why did you pull away?”

  Taylor looked down at Brian. He was between her legs, his lips wet and glossy. “No, I wasn’t. I told you, I can’t.” She hated to disappoint him, since he had tried so hard. “But I liked it.”

  Brian’s dark eyebrows drew together, forming a harsh crease between his eyes in an expression she was beginning to recognize. He was irritated with her.

  “Taylor, you were about to come. I felt you.”

  “No, I wasn’t.”

  “Yes, you were.” His expression changed, his eyes looking impossibly intense. Focused.

  Determined.

  “Brian, I—”

  “Taylor, you pulled away. Don’t do that.” He smoothed his hands around the back of her thighs, under her ass, and pulled her roughly to him.

  “Brian, I can’t—”

  “Shh.” He leaned down, rubbed his cheek along her inner thigh.

  His eyes were so intense, watching her. It scrambled her brain. She couldn’t think.

  “We have all day and all night. This time, do not pull away.”

  It was an order, a very sexy order that her clit responded to by pulsing strongly, over and over, as if it was calling him back. Willing him to touch it.

  She watched his head descend to her, watched his beautiful full lips open and take her in his mouth. Listened to his sounds of pleasure. Brian liked this. For some reason, the thought surprised her. Perhaps her former lovers, all two of them, had not enjoyed giving her pleasure? Maybe.

  Brian had skills with his tongue, no doubt.

  She would try to relax and let go, but she wanted to participate. She stroked the top of his head, enjoying the course feel of his short black curls on her fingertips. “Let me touch you.”

  He ignored her, lapping over her labia with his tongue.

  She rose up on her elbows. “Turn around, I want to touch you. Suck on you.”

  Brian raised his head, looking like he liked her suggestion. He climbed up her body, making her shiver as she reclined. He turned around and his knees straddled her head. It was an erotic position, one she knew of, naturally, but had never tried.

  “Be easy on me, bunny. If I pull away, back off. You make me so hot and I don’t want to come yet.”

  Taylor took an exploratory lick up his shaft. He groaned, the sound deep and rumbling. “It’s okay if you come.” At this angle, he could come on her breasts. She might like that.

  He pulled away from her mouth. “Taylor.” He sounded stern, chastising.

  She reached up and grabbed his cock with a firm hand. “If you want me to be turned on, then let me suck on you. I like it.”

  His breathing sounded hard. “Aw, honey.” He lowered his pelvis back down.

  Taylor took advantage. She kept her hand around the base of his cock and angled her head around so she could suck the tip into her mouth.

  He moaned, a rumbled sound close to a purr. Taylor nearly giggled in pleasure, in the power of her womanhood, a power she’d never really accessed with a lover before.

  She loved his tone, wanted to hear more. Brian was determined to satisfy her, but she was determined too—determined to make him crazy with excitement.

  There had been pain last night, but Brian said he had been so turned on, so lost in pleasure that he couldn’t hold back, wasn’t aware of anything but his own fulfillment. The knowledge of her effect on him was heady, thrilling.

  Taylor flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, squeezed harder at the base and began a pumping rhythm, one he quickly mimicked with his hips. Murmuring her name, he lowered his head to her. She opened her legs wider, encouraging him. Taylor angled her head back more. She’d never be able to take him in her mouth entirely, but in the new position she was able to take a bit more of him.

  His cock felt so hot, thick. Strong.

  He took advantage and pumped in and out of her mouth. “Oh yeah, Taylor. Fuck, yeah.”

  Her clit pulsed at his words, anxious for attention. And then, as if sensing her desire, he was there, nibbling her. Exciting her.

  She jolted at the contact, releasing his cock. It sprang from her mouth and smacked his abdomen with a wet thud.

  He gripped her hips, holding her in place. She tried to wiggle out from under him, but Brian had effectively caged her beneath his body. She was pinned.

  “Easy, easy.” His words were soft but his grip was tight.

  She tensed, took a deep breath and tried to let go, to focus on Brian, his movements. His tongue stroked her over and over in a quick, repetitive motion.

  He must have felt her surrender, because he relaxed his hold somewhat and moved a finger to her wet little opening. He teased the outside first, inserted it, slipping in and out in time with the movement of his tongue.

  Taylor heard herself moan, felt herself grab onto his legs and squeeze.

  She felt the orgasm reach for her, felt its stirrings grip her core and intensify as she moved on Brian’s mouth. She started to retreat, but forced herself to let it go, tried to let everything go except the feel of Brian’s gorgeous mouth and naughty finger.

  Her mind calmed, went blank.

  Still.

  The orgasm came to her, began deep in her center, shattering her from the inside out, engulfing her with wave after wave of electric pleasure radiating through every part of her body. The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming. She allowed it, released herself, gave herself up completely to the experience. To Brian.

  She lost reality, let it slip away from her.

  It was the most amazing sensation. She was aware of her body and yet separate from it.

  Chapter Six

  Brian stretched out beside her.

  She felt languid, sexy.

  Sated.

  Her body shivered with tiny aftershocks. Brian traced her belly button with his finger. She turned her head to look at him. He was watching her, his expression beyond smug. She would have liked to tease him about it, but knew he deserved to wear it.

  “You fight it too much, bunny.” He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t a lazy, after-kiss, it was a kiss full of intent.

  He tasted like sex. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the stirrings of arousal return, warm her from the inside out.

  He pulled back from her mouth, her lower lip still captured between his. He let it slip away slowly. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He leaned to the edge of the bed, reached to the floor. He reappeared with a condom packet in his fingers. He tore it open and had it on in a flash.

  She tensed. “Brian, I… I don’t—”

  “Shh.” He rolled over until he was on top of her, nudging his way between her legs. “I liked feeling you come on my tongue. Now I want to watch you when I make you come with my cock.” He was grinding in a slow rhythm over her wet mound.

  She relaxed her legs, allowed him to settle more fully between them. “Brian, I won’t be able to come again.”

  “Yes, you will. Stop fighting it.”

  He leaned his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the taut peak, rubbing her clit with his cock in the same rhythm.

  “Mmm.”

  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He switched to the other breas
t, moving his hand to tweak the wet nipple he’d abandoned.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  She felt him ease his cock lower, to her entrance. She sucked in air. Her muscles clenched in anticipation.

  Brian looked up from her breast. “Relax, honey.” He nudged her slightly, met resistance. He moved to her lips and kissed her. And kissed her.

  Taylor felt the tip of his penis ease into her. She stiffened.

  Brian rested his forehead on hers. “Taylor, breathe. I won’t do anything that hurts you. I promise. Does this hurt?” He pulled all the way out, as if he was worried.

  “No.”

  He nudged back inside, pulled out, then in again, trying to tease his way farther. “Do want me to stop?”

  Taylor took a deep breath. He was so close she literally inhaled his warm breath, his scent. “No, I want you.” Another breath, and she felt a little more relaxed. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

  He pushed in a little deeper, released a low groan. “Aw, trust me, I won’t be.”

  Taylor smoothed her hands up his arms and clutched his biceps. She loved his arms. And right now they were hard as stone, straining from his effort to hold back. “Because I won’t come again, Brian, seriously.”

  “Yes, you will, bunny.”

  “No, I—” She tried to finish the sentence, but Brian was rocking back and forth in the sexiest teasing rhythm. She felt her mind begin to float away in pleasure.

  “Are you okay?” Brian pulled out, almost entirely.

  She wiggled, sliding him back in an inch or two. “Yes, don’t stop.”

  His arms began to tremble. “Oh, God, Taylor.” He pushed in further. “I’m trying to hold back for you.”

  “Don’t hold back.”

  “Taylor—”

  She pushed her pussy toward him, lodging him deeper. Strangely, it didn’t hurt. She felt the stretching, the fullness, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “Don’t hold back.”

  He pumped in and out of her, his arms shaking, his chest heaving. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’re not.” She smoothed her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and framed his face. “Go deeper, just be slow.” She pulled his head down for a kiss and felt him easing deeper into her. “Mmm.”