I left the bathroom light on and the door cracked so I wouldn’t have to sleep in total darkness, and now his body is bathed in amber light as it emerges. His chest and arms are as developed as I knew they would be from touch. And his abs are a shapely six-pack I felt under my fingers as I held onto his waist on the bike ride over here.
He unbuckles his belt slowly, and I can’t help sighing in anticipation, which is not lost on him. He peels off his jeans and boxers together, too fast to be sensual, but when he straightens back up, the sight of his cock more than makes up for lack of grace. It’s thick and just long enough and not even half hard. My heart’s racing, each beat carrying a sweet chime of anticipation now. I bite my lower lip reflexively, picturing, no, more like already feeling how good he’s gonna feel inside me. No part of my reaction is lost on him as he chuckles and advances on me.
He lays his hands on my bent knees and pries them apart. I lay back, arching my back, ready to take his weight on top of me, his thick cock inside me.
So it’s a shock when his tongue meets my clit instead. A very welcome shock, the kind I’ve never gotten before. And it just keeps getting better and better as his tongue, mouth and even teeth get to work on my pussy.
I lay back and sink right into the lake of pleasure he’s opened up beneath me. He’s done this before, and he’s so good at it. I couldn’t be happier.
Soon I’m moaning loud enough to be heard in the next room, but I don’t care about that. Or about who sees us through the un-curtained window that looks out onto the parking lot. The whole world’s a blur of light and dark, amber and white light swirling in the darkness like caramel and milk in chocolate. All I care about, all I need is more of this pleasure his tongue is giving me, all this overdue pleasure that I’ve never gotten before. Sweet, chiming bliss is swirling all through my body as his mouth works on my clit, my very blood singing with the pleasure he’s giving me. Pleasure so far removed from anything I’ve ever experienced in this world, waking or asleep, I don’t even know if I’m really here.
But I am. I so gloriously am and I know it as the song of pleasure, the chiming of bliss explodes into an orgasm the likes of which I’ve never even come close to. My moans do turn into a scream then, but I hardly hear it, I feel it, along with the burning pulsing off too much goodness, bliss too strong for my body to contain. It flows out into the lake I’m floating on, taking me under, pulling me down into the heart of all bliss.
When I come back to the room, to reality, he’s grinning at me, and stroking my pussy gently, sending small, soft spikes of pleasure everywhere.
“That was something else,” I whisper and pull his head down for a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, taste the pleasure he’s given me, and more. Taste all I’ve been missing until now.
This time he does climb on top of me, his weight wonderfully solid against me, his wide cock pulsing against my clit, keeping time to the spikes of pleasure already multiplying into a river inside me.
I gasp as he pushes his cock into me, opening me wide, hitting those sources of all bliss inside me all at once. My moans and whimpers are stifled with the deep kiss we’re still sharing as he starts thrusting into me, going deeper and deeper, find yet more tiny sources of pleasure deep inside me, spots no one’s quite hit before now. Not so well, not so completely. Intense, searing hot pleasure is building inside me, stoked higher and higher, reaching a bubbling crescendo of bliss as he breaks away from our kiss, spreads my knees wide, and gives me all of his cock in long, fast thrusts, each taking my breath.
He picks up the pace, giving me no time to catch my breath between the stabs of pleasure as his cock fills me activating all there is to activate, until my whole pussy, no, my whole body is just one large button of pleasure that he can hit so well, press so perfectly.
The nails of my left hand are digging into his hips as I urge him on, pull him into me, while at the same time, the palm of my right hand pushes back against his stomach, because it’s already too much, too deep, too fast.
The world is spinning around me, a blur of colors, gold, silver, and black. An orgasm explodes, colors and sound popping, my blood thick with nothing but good and right. He keeps thrusting, giving me no rest, no time to enjoy the orgasm before the next one hits, shattering the first into smoking bits of bliss, melting into this next one, making it more than the sum. And still, he keeps going, keeps thrusting, keeps giving me more pleasure than I can take.
I try to plead that I can’t take any more, but my voice is gone, along with my ability to breathe, to see, to feel anything but this intense pleasure his cock is waking inside me. As the third orgasm hits, explodes, shatters through the first two, and erupts like a volcano of searing hot bliss, I close my eyes and let the river take me to the home of all pleasure. A place I’ve never been to. But I always wanted to visit. As I surrender to it, I feel this pleasure everywhere. I am this pleasure.
Colt
The dream I was having becomes a reality as I wake up and reach out with my eyes still closed to feel Brenda’s ass. We left the sheets so crumpled up I’m lying more on the mattress than the sheet, and I have no pillow. Outside the light is blinding and the curtains are drawn, the shades up. We’re both naked and uncovered. I balance on my elbow to retrieve the covers from the floor. I manage to get the sheet, not the comforter, but it’s better than everyone passing by getting a good look at Brenda’s ass. Or my cock, for that matter. It’s sore like I spent the whole weekend fucking, not just one night. How many times was it? Five? Six? I want to wake her up for number seven and yes, I’m all up for making a weekend of it.
She’s just as wicked in bed as her sharp eyes and tongue suggested. Passionate doesn’t begin to describe it. Wild comes close, but doesn’t do her justice. Perfect. Yeah, I’d go with perfect.
Shit! It’s bright daylight outside!
I sit up bolt upright, the room spinning before my eyes, my vision turning black before the light once again penetrates.
I’m supposed to be the fucking relay man.
I’m practically praying as I scramble out of bed and feel around the mess of pillows, sheets, and comforter we made on the floor for my jacket and my phone.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than when I see I only have two texts from Blaze. In the first he asked where I am, the other just said, Never mind, I already know.
“What’s going on?” Brenda asks groggily.
“I was just checking something,” I say and toss the phone back into the mess on the floor. Then I go to her, cover her with my body, and give her the best morning-after kiss I’ve ever shared with anyone. I’m ready for number seven. A few minutes of kisses later, she is too. I really should’ve closed the curtains, but it’s a distant thought, riding on the very edges of her moan as I enter her.
My cock fits her like a hand in a glove, and after a few strokes, a few more of her moans so deep I can feel them in my balls, nothing but the pure pleasure of having her, taking her, making her mine enters my mind.
She opens like a flower in the morning for me, each time more beautiful, more fragrant, more alive. A weekend with her would never be enough. Nor would a lifetime. I don’t think it, I know it. The words are plain in the sensations coursing with the oxygen in my blood, growing louder with each thrust of my cock. She comes, writhing beneath me, her moans silent yet so loud I hear them in every cell of my body.