She stood there in a crimson, silk satin robe. More beautiful than I remembered. Her hair was bedroom hair, wild and slept in. I went to kiss her; her mouth tasted of mint and was cool and welcoming. I ripped off her robe which shimmied to the floor, and I stepped back in order to admire her perfect body. Her legs were strong but lean, worked-out but the muscles long and elegant. I noticed her tiny waist, her feminine curves; not too slim but not an ounce of fat. Her tits were, literally, perfect. The kind any man wants to pop into his mouth and suck—ample, very full, but not too big—they didn’t need a bra and the nipples lifted upwards. Pert. I had her just how I wanted her: naked.
“Come here, beauty,” I whispered.
I caught both of her wrists in my right hand, pinning them behind her back. I had her captive. My other hand trailed around her breasts, circling each nipple until they stiffened. I stroked her along her neck and pulled her face to mine, cupping the back of her head. She moaned and leaned in close to me, her measured breath showing me that she was aching to be kissed.
“I’ve been waiting for this, Pearl. You have no idea how much,” I murmured into her mouth.
I explored her curvy lips with my tongue as my erection pressed hard against her abdomen. “All I’ve been thinking about is all the different ways I’m going to make you come, chérie.”
She opened her mouth wider and nipped me on my lower lip like a kitten. Then she fluttered her eyes as if she were in a mesmerized trance, and drew in a sharp breath to steady her nerves. I probed my tongue hard into her welcoming mouth. Greedily. Devouring her taste, my tongue lashing at hers as they tangled in a passionate dance. My hand traced down her neck to her stiff nipples as I played with each one in turn before grazing my fingers down her belly to her clit, where I rested my finger languidly. She groaned. Then I let it slide, oh so slowly, a little further, finding its way inside. As I expected, she was drenching wet. I could feel my cock swell even more. I cupped her whole core with my hand and eased my finger deep into her soaking, velvet cave. A place where I couldn’t wait to call home, call my own. My dark man-cave. Because once I’d entered, I knew I’d want to return over and over again.
“I’m going to have to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. “So wet already. So. Beautifully. Wet.” I thrust my finger further up inside her and felt her juices.
She was obviously enjoying the moment but was impatient for more—wanting all of me. She shook her hands free from my vice behind her back and growled like the little tigress she was. “Alexandre, let me free to do what I want—”
She went down on her knees before me and frantically unbuttoned my jeans. She ripped them down my legs and I stepped out of them. She was as hungry for this as I was. My erection slapped her in the face as it sprang free, so solid, so fucking horny for her lips. She cupped my balls in one hand and guided one into her pretty mouth. Jesus fucking Christ! I rocked my hips forward. It felt amazing. So hot. The thermometer was rising fast. I pulled off my shirt. My heart started racing. I gently held her head and laced my fingers through her golden mass of hair as she sucked gently on me, sending my head spinning.
“Oh Pearl. Oh Pearl, baby, you’re so beautiful.”
She got up from her knees to get better leverage, and bending down, started to run her lips along my shaft, teasing me, then lashing her tongue up and down along its pulsating length. I looked down at her, her lips at work with luscious concentration. Fuck this was sensual. She teased my sensitive crest, rimming the broad head round and round with the tip of her pink tongue—I swear to God, I felt it all the way down to my toes. This wasn’t just turning me on, this was an experience, somehow different than it had been with other women. The way she was doing it with such care made me believe that there was more than just lust dancing between us. It felt as if there were molecules of love filling the air.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes full of wonder and awe and she closed them again. Did I see a tear fall? I think so. This meant something big to her (didn’t mean to sound crass there). But seriously, this was an intimacy that was not only electric, but strangely poetic. What she was doing meant the world to her in that moment. My pleasure was her pleasure because she was moaning while she had me in her mouth and lost in a kind of reverie.
With all the women I had been with (and there have been far, far too many) this one was different. I could tell that she was already hopelessly in love with me, and I wanted to protect her, nourish her (again, no joke intended). But I saw her as so vulnerable, my cock in her mouth as she was feasting on me. Her head was bobbing up and down and she clawed my ass with her nails, pulling me closer to her, hungry for every inch of me.
“Pearl, cherié, this is what I’ve been dreaming of. This feels incredible.”
And I meant every word. What I had been dreaming of. Not just lately, but for years. Someone who was truly in love with me. Not only for what I could offer her, but also for what she could offer me. Pearl was giving me her all. Here was a woman who was no expert, but because she cared so much about pleasing me, I found it the most erotic thing in the world. She was moving fast by now, my massive length in her mouth, touching the back of her throat. She was jerking her head speedily up and down, up and down, sucking hard, her lips like a vacuum. It felt fucking amazing.
“Pearl. Oh you beautiful, rare pearl,” I breathed, exploding as I fucked her luscious mouth, coming like a train, hard and mercilessly into her. There was a lot bursting from within me; she’d fucking aroused me. In fact, I came twice in a row, spurting like a fountain into her sexy mouth, clamped tightly about me.
And I still wasn’t finished with her. Oh no. This woman had me hooked. I wanted to see her face when I fucked her—see what she’d do when I made her come.
“That’s maybe the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life,” I said, still tingling from all that intense pleasure, as she licked my cum from her lips.
I meant it as a compliment but Pearl looked, for just a second, as if she was about to burst into tears. I suddenly realized why. I’d basically said (in women’s language): I’ve fucked loads of women. Foolishly, I used the word, ‘maybe.’ That was maybe (Jesus you have to choose your words carefully with the female sex) the best blowjob…e.g. there’s competition out there. I am comparing you with others. Bad choice of word: maybe.
I had to dig myself out of my faux pas, fast.
But I couldn’t help smiling. She was so sweet. So vulnerable. I pulled her up from her position and drew her close to my beating heart. I tilted her head up to me and looked into her eyes, and to reassure her I said, “Come here you gorgeous creature and give me a kiss. You know I want to make love to you, don’t you?”
Her countenance changed from fear of rejection to ease. Better choice of word: make love, not fuck. There is a difference.
You see, women like the fantasy of being fucked. Rough. Hard. With no mercy. They even like to imagine being tied up, whipped and chastised. But in reality, they’re just looking for one true thing.
And that one true thing’s called love.
It’s easy for a guy to fuck. Easy to play the rough and tough bastard that women often fall for. What’s hard is to not be a bastard. Not to be a jerk.
Call me a fool, but I’ve always liked a challenge.
There I was, feeling on top of the world. I felt cocky and self-assured after that mind-blowing blowjob. It was obvious Pearl Robinson was crazy about me. I kissed her and she slowly, teasingly, kissed me back.
“Oh Alexandre,” she groaned into my mouth.
Suddenly my tune changed. Her lips felt as if they no longer belonged to the sweet little neo-virgin who needed to be guided, but were part of a over-confident, cool, I’ve-fucked-a-lot-of-people-too, woman of the world. What was it? The way her tongue flickered over my top lip and made me instantly hard again, my cock throbbing for Round Two? I couldn’t tell, but a jealous rage soared through my hot veins. The idea of Pearl ever having been touched by another man filled me with absolute fury. Ridicul
ous!
“Who else has fucked you before me?” What the hell kind of question was that? Women either lie or tell you the truth. Either way, you’ll never know for sure.
She gazed at me, her look pure as a puppy. “It’s been so long, I feel like a virgin,” she said, her lips parting in a let-me-suck-your-cock-but-I’m-a-schoolgirl kind of way. I stared her down. Was she lying? Now I was flummoxed. I just couldn’t read her.
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t believe you. The way you made me come in your mouth was too good. Too expert. Who taught you how to do that?”
“Instinct,” she blurted out, her big blue eyes as innocent as a lying teenager who has just been caught with a big sack of weed. “It’s you, Alexandre. You make me want to be sexy like this.”
“Who else has been fucking you?” I thought I said it in a quiet voice but it came out as a roar. I jealously sucked her tits and palmed her pussy. Mine. All mine. My heart slowed to a normal beat as I understood how absurd I was being. I never showed jealousy. Hell, I never even felt it. How this woman already held me so tightly under her spell after such a short time of knowing her, I couldn’t fathom.
“I swear,” she promised, “I haven’t had sex for two years. Not since my divorce.”
No sex in all that time = tight, I thought, and my cock got hard thinking about how I was going to be her first in so long. Divorce meant vulnerability. My cock twitched again at the thought of her needing me to care for her, protect her. For some reason that really aroused me. And if she was telling the truth about not having had an orgasm, then boy, I was going to really make her head spin.
“Good girl,” I said, feeling convinced, after all, that she was telling the truth. Then I whispered in her ear, “I don’t want you involved with anyone else, is that clear? I want you for myself. I’m not a jealous man but I am possessive of my treasures. You and your tight, hot pearlette are both mine, do you understand?” Choice of words, again. Not pussy or cunt or anything else that can make a woman feel like a tramp. But pearlette. Pearl deserved to feel treasured and loved. She’d obviously had a shit time of it in the sex department, and probably in the general male department. I could change that for her, I decided.
At the time, I would have said that I was telling her all this to put her mind at rest; let her know that I wanted to ‘go steady’ with her, to date exclusively. But the truth was that I was scared for the first time in my life when it came to the opposite sex. I was scared of losing her.
Because, God damn it, I realized that I was falling in love.
8
Okay, love is a very strong word. Although, lust just didn’t quite cover it. Yes, I was feeling horny as the Devil himself, but I felt so much more. Yet I hardly knew Pearl. I hadn’t asked her about her dreams and aspirations, whether she wanted children and a family like I did, hadn’t discussed her career with her in depth. I knew nothing about her ex-husband, except for the fact he was obviously lousy in bed. I wasn’t even sure how old she was, not that it mattered to me.
It felt as if I was in one of my sports cars going from 0-60 in 4.3 seconds. It was all going so ridiculously fast.
She loved dogs, she was adventurous enough to go rock climbing. She was sexy, smart, beautiful, independent, and although I very much liked what I saw, I needed to get to know her better.
I’d start by fucking her. Or rather, making love to her.
“On the bed,” I ordered, leading her into the bedroom and adding, pokerfaced, “where you belong.” I’d test her sense of humor.
Her lips curled up into a subtle smile. She thought I was kidding. But I wasn’t. I did want to dominate her. Control her body. But willingly. Not with whips or handcuffs, but with my sexual prowess. Make her need me, make her body lose control and have her begging for more. Give her mind-blowing orgasms, every time. I guess you could say that was pretty narcissistic but I think it was more out of insecurity on my part. I’m a pretty cocky bastard, very self-assured on the outside, but on the inside I’m just a regular guy looking for approval. I wanted Pearl to think me the hottest thing that had come along since the sauna.
“Seriously, Pearl, get on the bed. It’s about time you got fucked properly.”
She lay on her rather ornate, four-poster bed, nervously waiting on her back. Her breath was shallow, her breasts rising and falling, her moist folds already glistening with anticipation. I straddled her, my cock proud, rock-hard against my abdomen. I cupped her with my hand and slipped my middle finger inside her warm core, locating that sweet spot. I picked her up like a six-pack again, and she whimpered, giving herself over to me readily. I could see she had a submissive streak in her and it turned me on.
I whispered in her ear, “You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
She could hardly speak. Just moaned and nodded her head. Her nipples were stiff, her tongue was licking lasciviously along her lips. She looked like a fucking centerfold and I wanted to plunge into her. But I had to remain focused. I lifted her up higher. She loved me taking control. I lifted that sweet pussy to my face. Her back arched and I supported her ass with both my hands. I let my tongue rest against her clit and she started bucking her hips at me. I didn’t do anything—just let her feel my wet tongue pressing against her. Then I started long, sweeping strokes up and down. Up and down, along her slit. Up. And down. Slowly. Up. And down. Oh yeah. She tasted deliciously sweet and salty. And horny as hell; my taste buds were laced with her sexy nectar.
“Please fuck me, Alexandre. Please.”
But I wanted to make her wait. Part of my plan, my history of success with the female sex: Make women beg for it. Make them want more. Control yourself.
I began a slow, torturous tease, fucking her with my tongue. In and out, careful not to touch her clit, which was swelling with desperation for me to play with it. Pearl was moaning, clawing her fingers in my hair, and yelling out.
“I can’t take this anymore. Please. Please Alexandre, I need you to fuck me!”
I laid her ass back down on the bed and fished a condom out of my jeans’ pocket. Lambskin. Better sensation. The only ones that fit properly and didn’t pinch me. I rolled it onto my solid length. I wanted her to feel every tiny nuance, every little movement as I stretched her open. So I’d go slow. Little by little. I couldn’t overwhelm her or my whole game plan would be spoiled.
I lay my naked body carefully on top of her, my erection poised at her wet entrance, throbbing and twitching a millimeter away from her. She was flexing her hips at me again; her legs open wide. Every time she pushed forward, she could feel my hardness, her clit slapping against me. She was moaning, her tongue lashing out at my mouth and I kissed her hard. Deep. Hungrily. She was getting the kiss she wanted but I wasn’t going to fuck her yet, as most men would have done at that point. This took willpower, believe me.
I let myself dip into her, with tiny, shallow thrusts. Only my tip was fucking her. She was going wild.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Please, oh God. Don’t stop. This is incredible.”
Then I stopped. I pulled back a touch.
“Alexandre! What are you doing to me? Why are you torturing me?”
My lips flickered into a gentle smirk. “Torture can lead to heaven,” I murmured. I started fucking her clit. Again, just tiny, almost imperceptible thrusts, as my hard cock massaged her between her wet folds. She was screaming. Screaming.
“Ssh, baby. Quiet now. So juicy. I love your hair, your soft skin, your incredible body, your Big. Blue. Eyes. On each of those words I thrust inside her, rolled in little circles to massage her clit with my pubic bone, and then pulled back out. I was huge. Swollen as fuck. I was counting in my head. One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three….I had to stop myself from coming. This was getting too hot to handle.
“Are you ready for all of me?” I said with a low groan.
“You’re so big. It’s so huge. Oh God!”
What she told me was the truth. What I said about your cock being a tool—that wa
s no joke. Tools can do wonders but tools can also do damage, depending on how you use them. I had to go easy. If I pounded into her now, it would be uncomfortable for her; there was no way she’d come.
“Jesus, you’re tight. Like a virgin,” I said, entering her a millimeter more.
I still didn’t feel she was ready to be fucked yet so I carried on teasing her with tiny thrusts, my crown feeling incredibly sensitive, even though I was wearing a condom. Then I withdrew completely, took my cock in my hand and slapped it back and forth on her hard nub. From the noises she was making and her movements, I saw she was on the verge of coming. Her eyelids started fluttering, her legs stiffened and she looked as if she was entering another zone. I pushed my cock halfway inside her and she started shuddering, her inner contractions pulsating and quivering all over me. I held it there, not even all the way in. She was moaning again, her back arched, her fingers clawing and gripping my ass like she never wanted our groins to part. Ever. She was coming hard, her hands clutching my buttocks to bring me closer.
“Alexandre, I…. Jesus, aahh… aahh…oh my freaking God!”
I stopped my one, one thousand and let myself go. Fuck, this girl was hot. I imploded inside my sweet, hot pearlette, luxuriating in her as we both came together, united in our carnal frenzy: our greedy, insatiable feast. “I’m coming baby, I’m coming hard,” I groaned into her mouth, lashing my tongue all over her, thrusting into her with abandon at last, as my orgasm ripped right through me.
She lay there panting. Satiated. Fulfilled, with me still inside her. “I came with penetrative sex,” she meowed, releasing her claws from my ass. She was shocked. Amazed. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Was I shocked?
Not a bit. I knew what I was doing.
I started young, remember? I’d made more women come by the time I was twenty-five than most men could even fantasize about doing over an entire lifetime, even if only in their wet dreams.
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