The fire was giving off a pleasing warmth and the light of the flames made shimmering shapes on the walls in harmony with the gentle rhythm of the music. Her panties slid lower, cooler air flowing over her lips and between her buttocks. She groaned with pleasure, smiling as she rested her face on the soft cushion. The feeling of the tighter elastic against her thighs and the missing caress of her panties against her pussy excited her, suggesting exposure, a little constriction and confirmation that her clothing was going to hit the floor. His lips were on her buttocks and she knew he could see her anus but couldn’t care less. It was spotless and as of ten days ago, a center for pleasure. Ten days, in which her world had changed from lying on a bed and waiting for her boyfriend to finish in an exact repeat of the previous occasion to being up in the apartment with Ricky, discovering her sexuality, experimenting with him in safety and exhibiting an enthusiasm that she had no clue she had possessed. It must have been there all the time, from when she was thirteen and found the delight that her pussy could deliver, through High School’s teasing, posing, bragging and false starts and then to university and her two years of solitude and celibacy as she studied and gave her spare time to worthy causes. She giggled as his lips reminded her of what she had only recently discovered.
He kissed her lower back, missing her anus and moving in a slow, measured way down to the back of her thighs. She wriggled a little, signaling her need and his fingers stroked gently from inside her knee up to her pussy, touching her gently and earning a groan of pleasure. She would settle for any attention right now, but prayed for his tongue. His fingers went between her legs, grazing over her clit and then up along her vulva and very gently over her anus before he slipped her panties down to her ankles then onto the floor. He kissed her pussy again and then she felt his tongue, probing her soft flesh, teasing inside her, licking slowly up and down, avoiding both her clit and anus. She had no idea how long he worked on her pussy but she neared orgasm several times and on each occasion he backed away, just touching her legs as she calmed and cursed but always delighted when he started again with the first deep probe inside her with that wonderful tongue. He shifted behind her then she felt the cushion in front of her as he kneeled.
“Ricky, no! The window!” she cried, mortified that she was so exposed to the world. He put his hand firmly on her buttocks.
“Shh, it’s dark, nobody can see anything.”
“You sure?” she said, only half convinced.
“Yeah.”
She nodded and needed no instructions as she undid the buttons of his shirt while he took off his tie. As the shirt hit the floor she took hold of his belt, tugged to her right and flicked the metal clasp. The black button came undone easily and the zip worked as advertised. She pulled his trousers down to his knees and felt the bulge, her friend, right in front of her eyes. It was lying to her right, horizontal, fat and hard. With both hands she jerked the underwear down and squealed as it sprang out of confinement and slapped her face.
“He likes you!” he laughed as she took it in hand and pulled very gently on the skin. She loved the way it peeled back, exposing the hard round head. She kissed the head lightly and as Ricky groaned she kissed it more fully, taking it between her lips, then another inch and another, testing him as well as herself to see what she could do comfortably. The one immediate and thrilling impression was that it was enjoyable for both of them. Ricky seemed to stop everything else and let her tend to him, while she was delighted by the strange sensation of having a piece of him inside her mouth and being able to control his emotions with lips, tongue and fingers. His cock was rigid as it always had been, warm, soft with the sheath of skin but hard inside, a beautiful contrast that she explored with different touches, twists and licks. She could sense from the tiny sounds that he was kneeling there happily though, playing with her hair, touching her face but balancing calmly on the sofa in front of her as she lovingly sucked him. Again that taste of man, maybe sweat or soap but nothing offensive and it occurred to her that she would suck him again after he had come in her to taste the difference as long as she was conscious and not in some far-away dreamland. She licked down to his balls then all the way slowly to the top before sliding down him with her lips around his stiff member. He groaned and shifted a little and she pulled her head up and kissed the tip. He slid off the sofa and back round behind her.
“Give me your hands,” he said. She turned, trying to see him but he tapped her arms and so she reached back towards him, wondering what he was going to do. He placed her hands on her buttocks and pulled left and right. “Pull,” he said and she realised that he was asking her to pull her buttocks open. The very thought made her groan and a wave of utter pleasure shot through her stomach. The cooler air wafted over her skin and she felt him go down and kiss her thighs then all the way back up, very slowly, delving between her legs to lick her clit, then round so that he could lick along her pussy and finally her first, monumental lick over her anus. She screamed in response. Unsure if it was in fright or pleasure but knew it was the latter as lust seemed to overcome her and she wanted to hug the man and thank him with every part of her body. She felt his cock nudging at her pussy and breathed out in relief as she knew she was minutes away from release. He pushed a little deeper, inserting maybe half an inch, then pulled out.
“Ricky, please!” she panted. “Please!”
A light came on and she thought that someone had come in the front door. She squealed and looked up but there was nobody. To her right she saw that a reading light which shone on him more than her.
“Hands!” said Ricky, firmly but quietly.
“Ricky, please, people will see!”
“I’m going to cover you up, don’t worry.”
“Huh?” His cock pushed into her slowly but all the way and she gasped with delight at the feeling once again of being filled by him.
“Nobody can see you now, Hol!”
“Oh god!” she said but it was an exclamation of disbelief at the increased thrill that the simple light had brought. Whatever he said she was sure that someone close and even at half the height of the apartment must be able to see that a man and a woman were making love near the window. They could probably work out that the woman was bent double over something and that the man was taking her from behind. She knew too that if she had stumbled on the sight she would have stopped what she was doing, maybe even pulled over in her car, and watched the performance.
Ricky, as before, settled into a steady, dependable and deep stroking that warmed her inside and with each thrust inside she could feel her juices spreading around her pussy and over her clit. She burrowed deeper into the cushion and began to breathe roughly into it, exhaling each time he bottomed out inside her. His hands came up to hers and pulled, reminding her that she needed to open herself completely for him. Her fingers dug into the muscular globes of her buttocks, pulled until the skin hurt and signals from her anus let her know that those muscles were being stretched as well. She was so close and her head shook against the cushion as he continued to thrust into her with regular, predictable strokes. She groaned as she felt the first contractions inside begin to gather, then again as a little tremble ran through her. Her hands pulled harder, fingers gripped a little closer to the center of her buttocks, opening her obscenely to his view. She felt his hands running over the small of her back, then down over her own, never missing a stroke but becoming more insistent. She was on the way now, the feeling bubbling up inside her, gathering and almost unstoppable. His cock seemed to get bigger as she approached her climax, her walls gripping him and five, ten thrusts later she felt the scratch of his nail over her anus and screamed as she came, writhing on the sofa as she simply handed over control of her body to whatever was inside her and let it tear through her with a force that shook her and left her head pounding and lungs desperate for air. Her hands found the cushion and pulled it to her face, muffling the cries of lust and pleasure which came from her mouth as he still pounded into her, pushing
her juices out and over the back of the sofa, down her legs and over his balls. But he continued to bang into her, the wet slaps resonating around the room, in time with the music as with each thrust he pushed her hard against the back of the sofa, grinding her public bone and dealing a little pulse of pleasure to her clit. She tried to look up, get some air as the euphoria melted and his pounding became less aggressive but he was still deep in her, hard, thick as he filled her totally.
She calmed a little and breathed out, aching now from the position and anxious to roll forward and rest for a while. The light went out and he pulled out of her, kissing her buttocks, her back and then pulling her up so that he could pick her up and carry her. She giggled, so happy in his arms, feeling like a little girl again as he lowered her in front of the fire.
“Stay there,” he said. He walked out towards the master bedroom, his cock still rigid, pointing straight in front of him and returned seconds later with two dressing gowns. He wrapped one of them round her and grabbed some cushions from the sofa. He pulled her close to him, wrapping around her and she curled up gratefully, smiling happily against his chest. He leaned back against the piled up cushions and they listened to the music, stared at the fire and counted their blessings.
“You sure nobody could see?”
“I don’t think so, and even if someone did, all they will have is a memory of two people making love.”
She loved his choice of words. He could have said ‘having sex’ or ‘fucking’ but he chose the words she wanted to hear. He brushed his fingers through her hair and she looked down to see his cock just poking through the folds of his gown. She took his left hand and kissed it, startling herself as she looked at his second finger, wondering if there had ever been a wedding band on it. There was no indentation on his finger and he was twenty-five, unlikely to have been married and divorced already, but she wondered what had suddenly caused her to even think of checking. Her head slid lower down his chest and she felt him move a little as he understood what she was going to do. Her tongue found the tip of his cock and she tasted him, knowing that he hadn’t wiped away any of the slipperiness which quickly coated her lips. It was very different with a small amount of his come still seeping from the slit in his cock and all around the skin, the taste of herself, of a woman. Both mixed nicely in her mouth as she took more of him between her lips, but the taste of herself became stronger as her juices had coated his whole length and seemed to be spread over his balls too.
He lay back and the sides of his gown fell to the floor. The fire warmed them both, its light romantic, orange and red. She gently held his balls with her left hand and lightly held his cock steady as she sucked and licked, listening to his breathing, sensing his movements and adjusting with each hint to increase the pleasure she was giving him. Just as before, she found she loved the feeling of a man inside her mouth and the way she could make her lips lock over the bulb and fasten onto him once it was inside. She felt the thin skin of his sack as it hung down onto the floor and examined it as much as she could without simply staring at it. She had never, not even once in her life, seen a man’s balls up close and they fascinated her in the way the bag seemed to be empty except for two little bumps. The skin seemed to have a life of its own though and she noted how it moved without her touching it as though it was getting ready for something. Using her tried and tested technique she stroked his cock with two fingers, lightly from top to bottom while licking and sucking the end, noting when he raised his buttocks up a little to get more contact with her mouth. She didn’t want to make him come in her mouth as that would bring the evening to an end, but wasn’t sure what to do next, so she let go of his balls and touched his thigh while gently kissing the top of his cock and holding it steady with her fingers. She felt his palm on her hair, caressing, but Holly was now wholly entranced by the taste in her mouth. She thought of Jane, in the bath, the only naked girl she had ever seen, totally exposed as she had cleaned her pussy, and then as she lay in bed before she had covered her up. The nakedness of the girl’s shaved lips, the taste that she would have recognised from her own fingers over the years, and now on Ricky, her taste, every girl’s taste. Her heart thumped as Ricky touched her side, indicating more strongly that it was time to move. She took one last longing lick of the entire length of him and swirled her tongue around in her mouth, recording the heavenly sensation for later.
Back in their dressing gowns Holly and Ricky settled back against the cushions to cuddle, watch the flames, drink their wine and chat. Ricky wasn’t sure who Millsum’s main clients were but knew they were concentrated mainly across the US and Europe. His job would take him to London and Frankfurt that year, but it was unlikely that Holly would be sent there when there were strong teams in place for those countries. She thought about the cruise and decided that it was the right time to dream about where they might go. Ricky was delighted with the idea and thought it would be best in about a year when they had better understandings of their schedules and responsibilities. Holly wondered briefly whether this signaled doubt in his mind but when he suggested a few places that would be good to visit they quickly drew up a top three list. With the wine safely back on the coffee table, Holly curled up next to Ricky and they kissed slowly, lovingly in their own little apartment way up above the city. The night was dark now although some lights still twinkled below and the moon had risen above the university. He leaned up, over Holly and kissed her as she lay on the cushion, her arms wrapped round his neck in what she glowingly considered the most romantic pose she could imagine. He pulled two of the soft cushions away from her head and shoved them under her buttocks, raising her up off the carpet. Kneeling between her legs he touched her gently, working his way slowly under her dressing gown and up to her pussy.
Her mound pushed up towards the ceiling and his hands slipped under the material and massaged her, using his thumbs either side of her lips to push the soft flesh together, then up and through her pubic hair, scratching her and tugging gently before his hands found her breasts. It was awkward to see him from the position she was in so she simply closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his unrelenting attention to her body. He pushed the gown open and held her hips as he kissed up from her navel and over her breasts. Each nipple received attention but as he drifted back to her pussy she knew that the main attraction was there, and for him, coming inside her to release his lust. She grabbed his hair and directed him to her opening, holding his face against her so that he licked her harder than usual and took her clit between her lips, sucking. She groaned at this whole new level of pleasure and pushed up from the cushions, forcing his teeth against her as he became bolder and more aggressive.
“Ricky, fuck me baby, please!” she said, wondering where on earth the phrase had come from.
“Hol, I need you so much!”
He opened her legs and positioned his cock against her pussy, pulled her closer to him so that she was directly over the cushions and then thrust into her just as he had in the hay, forceful, passionate and so very deep. Holly cried out with the sudden intrusion, expecting something slightly slower but nonetheless, she rejoiced once more with the feeling of her man inside her and his body crashing against her own. Her raised position felt amazing to her, exposing her but also making his cock thrust against the top of her vagina, stimulating her in a wholly different way. She breathed in, shocked again that something so simple could produce such a completely different level of stimulation and realised, as he thrust harder and pulled her legs up, that she had only begun to sample the delights of sex. Her buttocks were up in the air and Ricky moved closer to penetrate her fully, bending her in half as little beads of sweat dribbled down his forehead.
She wrapped her legs around him and locked her feet, now bent so that her thighs mashed her breasts. His hands were either side of her head but his weight seemed to bear down on her legs and buttocks, crushing her into the cushions and setting off the tell-tale sign of her release. She looked between their bodies and saw his
cock pushing in and out and the outline of her pussy lips and clit, prominent, erect and soaking with the juice that she had come to love. The sight of his face though, screwed up, concentrating on their joint pleasure made her heart pound for him. She locked her ankles tighter and gripped his arms, willing him to keep going and take them both over the edge. Even with that grip he pulled out of her so that his cock just touched her lips, resting, prolonging the inevitable.
“Come in me babe!” she said, touching his face, so close to coming again.
He groaned at her words and thrust back in, hard, gripping her head and shouting out her name. She felt him swell even more as he opened his eyes and looked at her in astonishment. “Oh Hol!”
The feeling in those words, hearing her name and the frantic pounding into her pussy did it for her and she cried out deliriously as she came for the second time that night. She shook on the cushions, feeling the material tingle beneath her as everything seemed to turn sensitive. His cock warmed her and then pulsed, paused then pulsed even harder as he shrieked at her like he had been stabbed. She could feel his seed warming her and her own juices dripping down once again out of her pussy. She pulled him tight against her with her feet, demanding every inch of him and every pulse of his come as he grunted, groaned and cried out and then slowly calmed before collapsing beside her, panting. Holly twitched with the feeling of him toppling over but held on tight, determined to keep him inside her until he was truly spent. She slipped her leg over his hips to keep her pussy fully accessible and stroked his face, kissing him, smiling and bubbling inside at the intensity of what she had felt.
“Baby!’ she whispered.
“Hol! My Hol!”
They stayed by the fire, kissing and caressing and simply feeling the joy of having their arms wrapped around each other. After several minutes though he slipped out of her and Holly closed her legs in a vain attempt to protect the carpet. After finishing the wine Ricky got up and went into the master bathroom, asking Holly to stay by the fire. He returned five minutes later and led her through the master suite and to her delight, there before her was a hot, bubbly bath. They stood at the side and undid each other’s gown, then stepped into the warm water. Holly wondered if it would be strange to kneel down in front of him and take his cock in her mouth and decided against it. There would be other opportunities to sample again her taste on him.
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