She flicked her tongue in a series of quick licks over the entire circumference, before she swallowed as much as she could of his length inside her mouth. Slowly, she released him, allowing his cock to ease out of her mouth.
She didn’t give him a chance to react. She quickly engulfed him again, deep-throating him until she felt the end of his cock brush the back of her throat.
“Shit, Candy!” Davis groaned, as he thrust his hips, forcing more of his dick to glide further into her mouth.
As big as he was, and as far as she had him into her throat, she couldn’t fit half of his hard length inside. Her pussy quivered in expectation of housing all of his magnificent length.
Candy eased him out of her mouth and licked the combined juices of her saliva and his pre-cum off, swirling and laving him clean.
His hands went to the sides of her head to pull her away.
“Baby, I have a lot planned for you, for us. As good as this feels, I have to stop you. I don’t want to come like this, not the first time with you.”
With reluctance, Candy allowed him to withdraw from her and push her back down on the bed.
“Now where was I? And why are you still wearing these?” he asked, his fingers toying with the scrap of panties she still wore.
He eased his big body between her legs and spread her thighs wide, waiting for her answer.
“Because it’s cold outside and I don’t want frostbite on my kitty,” Candy replied saucily.
Davis grinned and kissed her mound through the silk of her panties. He moved the elastic aside, and using his thumb and forefinger, separated the lips of her pussy. He leaned in closer, and inhaled, deeply.
“Damn, your pussy even smells good,” he said, his hot tongue slicing between the seam of her creamy opening. She hissed, squirming around his tongue, moaning in delight.
He carefully lapped along both sides of her crease, taking his time, swirling his tongue around, above and below her clit, over and over…Candy wanted to cry when he avoided actual contact with her clit that had peeked out the minute, the minute, his tongue had come out to play.
He glanced up at her, licking his lips. “Your kitty?” he asked and it took her a minute to recall their conversation.
“Yes, that part of my anatomy you’re making purr, right about now,” she groaned, barely recovering from his caress.
She knew the sound she made from her throat was that a satisfied kitten would make, but damn if that wasn’t how she felt. Or would feel, if he continued his oral lovemaking.
“Do you always say the first thing that comes to your mind, Candy? Do you have reservations? Walls or barriers?”
He’d eased his hands out of her panties, and now his fingers were brushing back and forth against her mound, through her soaking panties. No physical contact was made, yet his touch through the silk was just as erotic, electric.
Again, he fingered aside the elastic of her panties and separated her folds, rubbing his finger over and around her clit.
She cried out when he inserted one thick finger and then a second inside, stretching her wide as he worked her. “Oh God!”
“Well, Candy? Do you?”
Candy couldn’t think straight. His talented fingers were manipulating her sex, and when he added another finger to the mix, stretching the opening of her vagina even further, she bit back a groan.
“Do I what?” she asked, panting.
“Have any reservations?”
“When it comes to life, and love…no. I don’t. You only get one chance at life, as far as I know—”
Davis chose that moment to apply direct pressure to her pelvic bone as his fingers continued to play with her, and incredibly, she felt an orgasm hovering.
The orgasm broke free when he lifted her ass cheeks, snatched her panties down to her knees and covered her entire pussy with his mouth and suckled.
The unexpected feel of his velvet tongue as it stroked her aching sex, with hot delicious glides, ministering to her clit, forced the scream, along with the orgasm, to erupt. Licking and stroking her from her streaming entry to the top of her hood, he didn’t miss a bit of flesh in between.
He gently grabbed the nubbin of her clitoris and worked it, using tongue, teeth and lips, giving it all the hot attention she craved, and more. Candy’s body went up in flames as she accepted his tongue loving.
She tossed her head back and forth on the satin pillow, lost in sensual agony, coming long and hard as he continued to glide his tongue inside the lips of her vagina.
Just as she thought the orgasm had reached its peak, when she thought he’d wrung out the last bit of sensation from her weakened body, he spread her lips wide and added another finger to her sopping entrance.
Licking, sucking and pumping his fingers in her sheath all at the same time forced another orgasm to erupt and she screamed, bucking against him, her eyes tightly closed.
She screamed and came, yelled and cried until she was hoarse.
By the time her release was complete, by the time she’d returned to a semblance of normalcy, her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid she’d have a heart attack it raced so out of control.
She took deep, panting breaths, trying to calm her heart when Davis leaned down to softly caress her forehead before kissing her, sweetly, on the mouth. She could taste her own essence on his lips.
It took a while before she opened her eyes. Davis was reaching around her, opening the drawer of the side table next to her. When he withdrew a foil package she closed her eyes again.
He wasn’t through with her yet.
“We’re far from through,” he confirmed her thoughts. She felt the curl of excitement in her belly when he ripped open the foil package and sheathed his long, thick organ, his hot, lust-filled eyes never leaving hers.
19
D avis was so excited it was a wonder he was able to roll the condom down over his dick, his hands shook so, as he readied himself for her.
She lay down on the bed, eyes half-closed, panties around her knees, with the stamp of sexual satisfaction on her beautiful face, all because of him.
He felt like beating his chest and going completely caveman, claiming his woman. He’d never experienced the high, the near nirvana eating her out had given him, with any other woman.
Her unique smell, her tight, soaking wet pussy, the little moans she uttered as he’d licked her, drank her, ate her, had his dick swelling to near record proportions.
Damn.
With a harsh groan he grabbed her panties and, after lifting her legs, eased them completely off her body. He was careful not to yank them because if he did, as badly as he wanted to do her, spread her legs and fuck the shit out of her…he would have ripped them from her body.
His dick was hard and ready to plunge into her tight, sweet snatch. He was afraid he’d hurt her.
It had been a while since he’d last made love…had sex…he automatically corrected himself, mentally…with a woman. Actually, not too long after meeting Candy for the first time, almost nine months ago, had been the last time.
He’d tried bedding a hot, beautiful blonde after going out to the bar with Rodney one evening after work, a few months after Candy had come strolling into his world.
But damn if it wasn’t Candy’s face, Candy’s smile…Candy’s body he’d imagined in place of the woman he lay with.
And after an embarrassing performance, although he’d left the woman satisfied and he’d achieved a semblance of orgasm, he hadn’t had sex with anyone else.
What the hell was the point?
Once had been enough to tell him that unless he exorcised Candy from his mind, until he could somehow rid himself of the fantasies he’d constructed around her, it was useless for him to try and make love with anyone else.
His hands shook as he placed them on each of her thighs and settled into the V of her spread legs, her tight curly hairs wet and glistening from her own juices.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked.
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She nodded her head in agreement and licked her lower, plump lip and inhaled deeply, as though to prepare herself.
With a tight smile of anticipation, he lifted her thighs and placed them over his arms. Within moments he was slowly feeding her his dick, inch by inch, until she grabbed on to his forearms, sinking her short nails deep into his flesh.
“Oh damn…wait…ummm,” she hissed, “Davis, you’re so big and it’s been a while for me. Give me a minute, please.” The hot words made his dick grow even bigger as he halted.
“Baby, don’t worry, we’ll go nice and slow. We’ll take this easy. At your pace,” he promised and leaned down to grab at her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before he reluctantly released it.
“Mmmm, okay, thank you,” Candy panted against his lips.
After several tense moments, she nodded her head for him to continue, and he slipped more of himself inside her juicy, tight channel, carefully feeding her the rest of his shaft.
Seated to the hilt, his balls tapping against the soft seam of her perineum, in that space between her anus and the lips of her pussy, they both released groans of pleasure.
Yet, he waited.
He didn’t want to hurt her, so after he adjusted her snug sweet snatch on his dick, he waited.
When she whispered, “Okay…I’m okay,” he moved his hand under her bottom and brought her flush against his body and flipped them, without losing the connection of the intertwined bodies.
“You ride me, Candy. I don’t want to hurt you, and your pleasure is my main goal, my only goal.”
He’d said things to women in the past, words designed to get them in bed. He’d said pretty words to make a woman think she was the most important woman in the world, but he meant what he said to Candy.
He didn’t want to think deeply into why that was as she slowly began to ride him.
Her plump butt was nestled firmly against the top of his thighs, both knees were lying close to his body, her hands were braced near his hips and her hot slick vagina had eaten all his dick…and then she moved.
She slowly glided up and down his cock, riding him nice and slow in a way that had him clenching his jaw as his hands grasped her grinding hips.
Every bounce and glide along his shaft made her small breasts slap together enticingly. Davis sat up and grabbed one of the small treasures and latched on, nursing her as she rode him.
As he laved her tight, beaded little nipples, his fingers gripped her round ass, massaging the hot globes, squeezing them together as she rode him, as he ground his dick into her.
He pulled her as tight to his body as he could, but it still wasn’t close enough. He dug into her deeper, working her sweetness in tight strokes. She continued to bounce her plump ass, jostling and riding him as she moaned and cried, her sounds of pleasure spurring him on.
He could tell she was close to coming when he felt her walls tightening on him, clutching and gripping him in smooth rhythm with his strokes until she cried out harshly.
He placed a hand between them, found her hot, swollen nubbin and continued to work her along his cock. He rubbed her stiff, blood-filled clit, hard, until her orgasm broke.
She screamed her release, crying and bucking against him, clutching at him frantically as she came, but shit, it still wasn’t enough, not for him.
Davis felt crazed with the feel of her tight pussy walls milking his dick as she completed her orgasm. As soon as she finished coming, he lifted her off his penis, despite her cry, and lay down on the bed.
He placed her on top of his body, and eased his body down until her legs straddled either side of his face with his hands supporting her, around the waist.
He placed her drenched pussy directly over his face, his mouth, and started eating her out as though it was his last meal. He rubbed his face against her pussy, completely devouring her.
Within minutes her wrenching cries erupted, her body shook uncontrollably yet he continued to consume her, until she screamed loud and long, her cries ending in a sob.
When she released again, Davis couldn’t hold back. With her body sagging from the back-to-back orgasms he’d given her, he lowered her quivering form down his, and carefully flipped his body so that he lay above her.
He spread her thighs into a wide V, settled between them, sank into her as far as he could and started fucking her, driving into her as far as he could reach.
She groaned and cried out as he lifted her leg and leveled his dick inside her streaming heat.
At the angle he had positioned her he knew she would easily get off again, as he pumped inside her drenched sheath. He smoothly adjusted her body lower on the bed so her head wouldn’t bang against the headboard as he jammed her body.
Caught up in the sheer pleasure of stroking into her, of having his fantasy of being with her fulfilled, he grabbed both of her wrists in his one hand and forced them high above her head. With the other hand he began to roughly massage her small, perfect breasts, delivering tight corkscrew thrusts, burying his face in the crook of her neck, as she groaned.
“Do you want to come again, Candy?” he whispered against the side of her neck, frenzied in his need.
“Yes…lord yes!” she cried out.
“Then come for me, baby, come with me, this time,” he encouraged her and grabbed one of her small tits that he’d been playing with and nearly engulfed the entire small globe inside his mouth.
He released his hold on her bound wrists and eased his mouth away from her breast, and concentrated on rocking his dick in and out of her juicy pussy.
Before bliss took over and he had one final moment of coherency, he glanced down at her. The look on her beautiful, passion-filled face forced the orgasm to explode from his body.
He held her down as he gave one, two, three…hard, grinding thrusts, sending them both over the edge.
Their cries, one deep, the other high, blended, melded, into one wailing note of passion, as on one accord they released.
20
T heir heartbeats and deep, harsh breaths were the only sounds in the darkened bedroom.
Davis had placed her in front of him after their shared, mind-blowing orgasm, crossing both of his big arms over her breasts, nestling her bottom tightly against his semi-erect penis.
Candy was dizzy and her breath was still coming out in harsh gasps. Her heart settled into a relaxed pattern, and she inhaled deep, calming breaths of air into her lungs.
She couldn’t believe what she’d just experienced with Davis.
She’d had orgasms before, had enjoyed a healthy sex life, but she’d never experienced the connection with anyone that she had with him. And the explosiveness of their first coming together…
She feathered her fingers back and forth along his lightly furred arms.
Candy felt him kiss the top of her head before he laid his cheek against her hair.
“I’m sorry, Candy. I didn’t mean to go…crazy like I did. I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured, and she could hear the tension in his voice and was puzzled.
“What? I loved it, it was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had, Davis. God, if that’s going crazy, lock me up on the ward and throw away the key, because that’s the kind of crazy a woman can’t get enough of.” She groaned softly when he adjusted her body more comfortably against his groin.
He played with the gemstone in her belly ring. Candy lightly squirmed against him, still zinging from her orgasm, every nerve ending in her body alive and on fire.
She groaned and laughed at herself. The memory of how he almost made her come from playing with her belly ring earlier caused a surprising response, her nipples instantly beading.
“Oh my God, this is crazy,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you can still drag a response from me.”
“Did you like what we did? I wasn’t too much for you…too wild?”
“Are you kidding me, Davis? The yells, screaming, near speaking in tongues didn’t give you a clue how good it felt?�
�� she asked, incredulous. She felt the tension ease from his big body with her response.
He pulled her closer to his warmth. They were silent, each in their own thoughts, until Candy spoke.
“Davis, you made a comment about me saying what was on my mind…you asked me if I had any walls or barriers,” she reminded him of his earlier question. “Why did you ask me that?”
She felt some of the tension return to his body and waited. She’d been so caught up in the moment, so hot that she hadn’t been able to concentrate on what he was saying when he’d made the offhand comment.
Now with her sexual tension eased and completely sated, she was able to fully concentrate. Upon reflection, his words hit a discordant nerve.
“It seems as though you don’t allow anything to stop you from doing or saying whatever it is you want,” he started and stopped as though trying to search for the right words. “You’re so free with everything.”
Candy relaxed.
She didn’t detect any type of judgment in his tone, so she didn’t think he meant it as a slam, probably just curious as to what made her tick.
“Davis, I grew up homeless, or as close to being homeless as you can.”
From his sharp intake of breath, it was obvious it wasn’t what he expected to hear her say. She plunged ahead, ready to share a piece of her history, her life, with him. She felt no shame about the way she grew up. Not anymore, she didn’t. It was a part of who she was, what forged her into the woman she was, today.
“We never stayed in one house, one city more than a year until I turned fifteen and we moved here, to Stanton. I was able to graduate from high school. When I got a scholarship to the University, I didn’t take it until Dad promised he’d stick around.” She uttered a humorless laugh. “I should have known better. After my freshman year, he told me he needed to go.”
“Needed?”
“My father was, is, the type of person who believes in experiencing life to the fullest. It was only for me, I realized later, that we stayed in Stanton as long as we did. He never liked conventionality. It was one of the things that drew my mother to him, she once said.”
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