A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 16

I tried to maneuver myself between her legs, but I found there was not really enough room. So, I lifted up her left leg and put it up so that her knee was hooked over the top of the couch. I next moved her right leg so that it was mainly off the side of the seat cushions. This gave me room to put my right knee up on the couch as I moved between her now more widely spread legs.

As I guided the tip of my penis to the moist entrance of her pussy, Jessika stared at me through half closed eyes, nibbling on her lower lip as she did so. Leaning forward so that my torso was on top of hers, I returned her stare, then locked my lips on hers and pushed my tongue into her receptive mouth.

While we kissed, I scooted up enough that my manhood began to slide into the wet warmth of her. As I slowly pushed all my length inside of her, Jessika shivered and closed her eyes, first groaning, then moaning even as I continued to kiss her.

Slowly but firmly, I began to push in and out of her, establishing a deliberate rhythm. Jessika shoved my head down toward her breasts, and I happily began to lick and kiss them as slowly thrust into her over and over.

As had happened on a couple of prior occasions with my brunette lover, we were soon moving as one, our bodies complimenting each other's movements as we lost ourselves in the pleasure of our coupling. It was as if our bodies had been designed perfectly to combine together to become one pleasure seeking entity.

We continued this way for some time, and as we moved together in our rhythm, I sometimes kissed and licked her breasts, and other times I did the same on her smooth neck. Jessika, who was moaning continuously and covered in a sheen of sweat that matched the one that covered me, ran her fingers through my hair, tightening them as I pushed all the way inside of her, loosening them as I slowly pulled away.

I knew Jessika had reached the point of no return when she began to pant and her fingers suddenly grasped my hair quite tightly. As her body shuddered, the lovely brunette's gray eyes rolled up and her lips trembled as she began to squeak. Then she arched her back, her whole body tensed, and her last squeak trailed off into a whimper.

While my lover climaxed, I had held myself deeply buried inside of her, feeling the spasms of her vagina against my rigid shaft. When both her body and her pussy relaxed, I began again to slowly and deliberately thrust in and out of her.

"Faster, baby," she breathed as she began thrusting her pelvis against mine.

I obliged, and soon we established a new rhythm, one in which we were moving against each other, pushing each other rather than complimenting each other. And as we both picked up speed, I left off kissing her neck and chest and rather locked my eyes on hers. The brunette stared back at me, low moans coming from her open mouth, lust filling her smokey gray eyes.

"You are beautiful," I told her.

Jessika smiled at me and reached up and brushed a few strands of my sweat soaked hair from my forehead before she ran her fingers along my cheek. Turning my head toward her hands, all while keeping my eyes on her, I managed to suck her fingers into my mouth.

"Fuck," the brunette moaned, then she used her other hand to pull one of my hands up to her lips so she could suck on my fingers. Taking two of them in her mouth, she slid lips up and down them, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked on my fingers like she would have done to my penis.

I groaned and felt myself shudder as I fought against my impending orgasm. I was afraid I would climax before I could make Jessika do so for a second time. However, just as I began to think I was not going to make it, my sexy lover's body shook then tensed as small squeaks escaped around my fingers that were still in her mouth. I thrust into her a few more times, concentrating on how the spasms in her vagina caused it to cling to me as I moved in and out of her. In mere seconds I was filling her with my semen as I shuddered and groaned through an incredibly intense orgasm.

When I was spent, I let myself fall against Jessika's sweaty torso, although I did keep myself braced up on one side so that my full weight was not on her. As we lay together, we kissed several times, enjoying our post-orgasmic closeness. Before long, I began to worry that I was crushing the brunette, so I started to move off of her. However, Jessika whimpered and held me tightly against her, preventing me from moving.

"Please stay inside me a bit longer," she asked.

I did as my lover asked and stayed inside of her until my penis was completely flaccid, at which point I moved off of her and stood up. Jessika lay on her back a few moments longer, looking up at me and smiling. Then she sat up, winked at me, grabbed my hips, pulled my pelvis toward her, and sucked my soft manhood into her mouth.

Almost instantly, my penis hardened in her mouth. As it grew, my brunette fellatrix concentrated on the first couple of inches, licking and sucking it as I ran my fingers through her damp hair.

"Do you want to make love again," I asked, wanting to give her that option even thought I was selfishly hoping she would continue the blowjob.

Jessika shook her head, never taking her lips from around my shaft. Then, as if to emphasize her choice, she slid off the couch so that she was kneeling in front of me.

I groaned aloud as my lover took as much of me into her mouth as she could handle, then said, "Is it wrong to tell you I find you fucking gorgeous when your lips are wrapped around my hard cock?"

Jessika closed her eyes as her body shivered. When she opened them, she shook her head, and again she did so without taking her lips from my penis.

"Have you decided whether you are going to let me make a video of you doing this?" I asked her.

The brunette shook her head for a third time, but I was not sure whether she was trying to tell me that she had not decided or that she had decided that her answer was "no".

"Do you mean you decided against it or you have not decided yet," I asked her.

Gray eyes glared at me briefly, then the curvy woman kneeling in front of me held up two fingers.

"So it is the second - you have not decided yet?" I followed up.

Jessika nodded vigorously, then began sucking on my shaft fast and hard.

"You are not going to take your lips from me, no matter what I ask, are you?" I inquired.

My lover rolled her eyes, slid her lips down as far as she could, and shook her head from side to side in a way that made my knees weak.

"You are a fantastic cock sucker, Jessika," I moaned as I grasped her hair with one hand and held her head so that she had to keep my penis as far in her mouth as she could take it. For her part, the brunette applied incredible suction to my sensitive shaft. I was in heaven, but I wanted more.

"Can I fuck your face?" I rasped, my breathing heavy.

Jessika shivered again then nodded. I immediately pulled back until just the head of my penis was between her luscious lips. Then, with an animalistic grunt, I thrust myself into her oral cavity until she just began to gag. At that point, I withdrew long enough for her to recover before I pushed my shaft back into her mouth. This time, I stopped just short of activating the brunette's gag reflex. I knew that she did mind a little bit of gagging - she had even made herself do it a few times - but I was mindful that earlier she had told me that she did not want any 'rough stuff'. So even though she had agreed to let me take charge of this situation, I wanted to stay away from anything that was too extreme.

Except for a couple of times that she closed her lovely gray eyes when I thrust myself into her mouth, Jessika kept her gaze locked on mine. She also kept sucking on me, as well as moving her tongue against the underside of my shaft as it slid in and out, even when I picked up the speed of my thrusts.

"I love fucking your face, Jessika," I told her, causing her to close her eyes and shiver again. "I love that you just keeping sucking on me even when I am doing it. God, you are fantastic."

When the brunette opened her eyes again, they blazed up at me. Her hands, which had been running up and down my thighs, slid up to my rear end and grabbed it tight. Then, on my next thrust into her mouth, she pulled me toward her, causing the head of my penis to hit the back of her throat and gag her. She held me there for a couple of heartbeats, then she relaxed her grip and I pulled back. However, as soon as she had recovered, she again pulled me toward her, this time harder.

I thought for a moment about giving her the advice that Jessi had given Amara concerning when and how to relax her throat to be able to deep throat, but the thought of Jessi was too painful, so I pushed it all away. I also realized that Jessika would likely guess at least a little bit about how I had come across that piece of advice, and I did not want to ruin our mood.

"You really do want your face fucked, don't you slut?" I growled when I had again moved back to give her a bit of relief from the gagging; I was trying to help myself stay in the moment by even further upping the intensity of that moment.

The brunette nodded vigorously and started to pull me in again. This time, however, I resisted and for a moment held my penis where just the head was between those perfect, plump lips. I then grabbed her hair tighter, this time in both hands, and rammed my erection up against the back of her throat. Jessika let go of my bottom and moved her hands to the front of my thighs. For a moment I thought she was going to push me back as she started to gag, but she did not. However, I did pull back after just a second or two.

I did not give her much time to recover this time before thrusting myself back into her warm mouth. I heard the brunette moan before she gagged, and I knew that I would have found her pussy to be sopping wet had I been able to reach it. That thought turned me on more, and I began to increase the tempo of my thrusting.

It did not take much of this for me to reach the edge, and when I knew I could not hold back any longer, I shoved my penis in as far as I could without gagging my lover, then ejaculated down her throat. However, when Jessika realized what was happening, she pushed against my thighs with one hand, moving me back so that the rest of my semen gushed into her mouth, not straight down her throat. I closed my eyes and groaned during the last few spurts while my mind reveled in the fact that my lover had wanted to taste me, not just have it all go right down. I also reveled in that fact that the brunette had sucked on me the entire time I was filling her mouth.

When the last of my semen had been milked from my softening penis, I pulled it from between Jessika's lips and started to say, "That was incredible...," when I saw her eyes roll back and her lips quiver as small squeaks emanated from them.

At first, I thought she was climaxing from just me having my way with her mouth, then I saw that the hand that had not been used to push me away was between Jessika's legs. It was still now, but I knew it must have been rubbing her clit just seconds earlier. This was not the first time she had brought herself to orgasm like that while she sucked me - she had done so on our recent trip - but that time had been at my urging. This time, she had done it to herself while I took control, and I had not even noticed. I found the whole situation incredibly arousing, and to my surprise, my penis stayed almost fully hard despite my orgasm moments before.

When Jessika opened her eyes again, she smiled up at me, her face flush, her eyes shining. I smiled back at her, reached down and drew her to her feet, then kissed her. I tasted a little of myself as I thrust my tongue into her, and that even further aroused me.

While we were kissing, Jessika reached down and rubbed my penis and my scrotum. This caused me to completely harden, something my curvaceous lover did not fail to notice.

"Ready again so soon, Mr. Warner?" she teased as she batted her eyelashes at me. "It's enough to make a girl think you want to fuck her again."

"I do," I admitted. "You are just too cute to resist, Squeaker."

"Keep using foul language like that and you'll be taking care of yourself," the brunette snarled, but then she kissed me, and this time she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I was enjoying the kiss when suddenly the brunette pulled back, turned us both so my back was to the couch, and shoved me down on to it. Then, a wicked smile on her lovely face, Jessika straddled me and began to rub her crotch against my now throbbing shaft.

"I seem to remember you liking this in Monterey," she purred, her smoldering eyes boring into me.

"I did," I moaned. "And I do. The feel of your hair on me is almost unbearably intense."

"You mean this hair," she teased, as she moved her head down and brushed her long, soft chocolate brown locks across my chest.

"That is fantastic," I agreed, "but I meant your other hair."

"You mean the fur of my pussy," she asked as she ground her groin against mine, causing me to groan.

"Yes," I gulped as I reached down to her curvy bottom and grasped it tight; it was my turn to hold her tight against me.

"I thought you liked shaved pussies," she grinned.

"That is... that is... nice," I panted, "but I like some hair too. It is a nice contrast that you feel like this."

Abruptly, Jessika stood up and looked down at me, her face and eyes unreadable. In a heartbeat, I realized what I had said.

"Jessika, I am very sorry," I told her as I stood up as well. "I just..."

"Do you often compare us while you fuck us?" the brunette interrupted, and I could hear some emotion in her voice, although it did not seem like anger, at least not anger alone.

"Not usually," I told her, deciding not to try to sugarcoat things like I might have needed to do with Jessi, "but sometimes things just pop into my head."

"Thank you for being honest with me, Mark," Jessika said, her eyes unwavering, her tone still strained. "It means a lot to me that I can always count on that."

"Do you want me to go," I asked, hoping she would say 'no' but prepared for - and expecting - her to say 'yes'.

"How do I compare?" she asked, and I saw her jaw clenched as she braced herself for my answer.

I stared at my curvy brunette lover as I thought about how to answer her question. I knew the answer in my own mind, but I was not sure it was going to come out right when I said it. Still, Jessika had just told me she knew I would always be honest with her, and I did not want to start doing something different now.

"You are, in many ways, the most amazing lover I have ever been with," I told her, closely watching her eyes. "There are times, like earlier this evening, that it feels like we were made for each other, that our bodies are perfectly compatible."

The brunette closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath, then opened them and smiled at me - not a big, earsplitting smile, like she often did, but at least it was something.

"Well, you are the most amazing lover I've ever had, and in all ways, not just many," Jessika said, and I heard a bit of reproach in her voice, "but the second part, well, that's exactly how I feel. It's so much easier with you than it's ever been with anyone before."

"Are you calling me easy, Squeaker," I teased, taking a chance that she was not going to be angry.

"You let me blow you for an extension on my paper, Mark," the brunette laughed. "I think we both know you're the easy one."

I grinned at her, but shook my head before saying, "What we both know is that you did not need that extension. And anyway, I think that makes you easy, not me."

My curvy lover flipped me off with both hands, but she was grinning as she did so. She then moved closer, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. While our mouths were locked together, I moved my hands up to her magnificent breasts and began to tweak her nipples. Abruptly, Jessika broke our kiss, stepped back, and shook her head.

"No more 'easy' tonight. Or, at least no more right now," she informed me, and I saw in her eyes that she was serious. "But I'd like it if you stayed."

"I would like to stay," I replied, taking her hand.

"I have to get up early, though, so maybe we should go to bed," she suggested as her hand squeezed mine.

I agreed, and less than ten minutes later, Jessika and I were lying naked in her bed in her darkened room. I was on my back and the brunette was snuggled up against my side, her head on my upper chest. It was, I knew, her favorite way to cuddle, and I was quite fond of it as well.

As we lay like that, I stroked the brunette's soft, wavy hair as she ran her finger tips along my upper arm, shoulder and chest. It was a remarkably comfortable and relaxing situation, and I found myself almost able to believe that I had not spoken so thoughtlessly earlier.

After several minutes of silence, Jessika sighed then said, "I've thought a lot about the video idea. I want to do it, but I'm afraid of what could happen afterwards. I mean with the video."

"I would not show it to anyone," I assured her. "It would be just for us."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't, Mark," she replied. "I meant it earlier when I said I trust you - I trust you more than I ever thought I'd trust a man outside my family."

We were both silent for several seconds, during which I tuned my head and kissed the top of Jessika's head.

My lover sighed again, then continued, "But someone could take your computer, or mine, or we could leave it on a flash drive..."

"I understand, Jessika," I said. "You have a good point. We will not do it."

Jessika pushed herself up on her elbow, and even in the meager light that seeped around the blinds into the otherwise dark room, I could see the smile on her face as she shook her head and said, "I'm not sayng 'no', Mark, but it means a lot to me that you listened to me and accepted my concerns."

"There is no rush on deciding about it," I told her. "It is just something I think would be exciting."

The brunette nodded, then lay back down and resumed her position against my side.

"I think it'd be exciting too," she admitted, "but I'm just worried."

"That is understandable," I responded. "Let's not worry about it now, though."

"Ok," the brunette agreed, and she was again quiet for some time.

"Um, there is something else," she said just as I had begun to think she had fallen asleep.

"Whatever you want to do with me is fine, sexy," I said, which caused her to giggle.

"Something I wanted to talk about," she clarified. "And I feel bad bringing it up, since I basically just told you I'm undecided on what you asked me to do."

"So, are you trying to tell me there is some deviant sexual fantasy that the lovely Jessika wants to explore?" I snickered.

The brunette sat up beside me, and I felt as much as saw her glare down at me as she half-seriously, half-playfully snapped, "Don't tease me, Mark. It's taken me some time to work up the courage to tell you this."

"What is it, Jessika?" I asked, my tone now serious.

"Well, it's not that serious," she sighed. "It's just something I've always wandered about, as an adult I mean, but I've never been with anyone I trusted enough to ask."

I remained silent as the brunette seemed to compose her thoughts. Thinking it might be easier for us to talk, I sat up as well. As soon as I did, Jessika reached out, ran her hand along my cheek, then kissed me softly.

"Okay, here it goes," she said, taking a deep breath. "You know I like some rough stuff, like spanking and being held down. Well, I've done some of that with other guys, but it was never as comfortable as it is with you - I know you will not go too far."