Body Language

Anna, however, had all she needed. Her eyes were clenched shut and she was biting her lip as she continued to move on top of me. She was practiced and methodical with her movements, she clearly knew exactly what she wanted, and how to get it; I was just along for the ride. I couldn't move, I couldn't touch, I couldn't speak, and it was driving me crazy. She brought her hands to her chest and groped herself a few times before stopping all movement together. She stared at me for a few moments before leaning forward, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"Be a doll Jack, unzip my dress for me." I wanted to tell her no, as she sat there controlling the pace and movement clearly intended mostly for her pleasure, which would normally be fine. I'm not a selfish lover, I enjoy pleasing, but I usually have some sort of guarantee that there will be reciprocation later on; I wasn't so sure with Anna. Then again, her dress was in the way of what I assumed was a fantastic view, so there was incentive. Oh, what the hell, I could be a gentleman and take her dress off for her. Who said chivalry is dead?

I reached around her body and slid my hands up her back until I found the zipper, I kept eye contact with her the whole time, I didn't smile, but she knew I was happy to help. She smiled, but only because she knew she was enjoying herself and also reigning torture down upon me simultaneously. I popped the catch and dragged down the zipper, the sound cutting through the tense silence as her back was exposed to the air. Once I reached the bottom of the zipper, near where her lower back would be if she didn't have it hiked up, she reached down and pulled the entire thing over her head in one fluid motion. If I had blinked, I would have missed it.

Now she sat on top of me with only those lacey panties she had pulled aside, and a matching lacey bra: sheer, black, and mostly see through. I was more interested in what the bra was covering however. I wanted to see her chest, kiss them, lick them, suck on them... and they were behind that damn bra. Realizing my frustration, Anna sat straight up again, and reached around to undue the bra. She smiled coyly at me as she shrugged off the straps and held the bra up with alternating hands as she removed her arms from their restraint. When she was the only thing holding the bra up, she carefully tucked her hands into each cup and slid the bra down, the entire time shielding the view from me in such a way that television censors would be jealous of.

"Thank you, this is so much better." She said as started rocking back and forth again in her up right position and held each full breast in her hands, massaging them with clear enjoyment. I considered strangling her for a second, just a second, as she breathed heavily on top of me. The rocking movements were applied with more pressure and speed as she groped her naked chest in front of me. I felt my throbbing cock jerk inside of her each time she rolled her hips on me, and I desperately wanted to let go of the considerable amount of self-control it was taking not to grab ahold of her and start pounding away. She was effectively getting off, while ensuring that I would only get harder and thicker, only to leave me high and dry long before I found release.

She leaned further back and started to move in more fluid motions as her breath got raged. I couldn't help but think how fast she had reached this point, I knew she was sexually frustrated, but deprived too? That's just criminal. She massaged each of her breasts, pushing them together and rubbing against her nipples, I'm sure they were hard, but I couldn't see a damn thing. Her face grew flush, her eyes were clenched shut again and she was biting her lip. I grabbed onto the arm chair and focused all my energy on making my cock as rigid as possible. The sudden change in pressure within her seemed to be well met as she gasped slightly and I felt her squeeze against my cock in return. Her skin went blotchy from her neck to her waist, and her face screwed itself up a bit as she pushed harder down on top of me and gave several quick jerks in rapid succession and squeezed at her own chest more aggressively. She sucked in air through her nose and held her breath as her body jerked back and forth on me as she climbed closer to release.

What happened next left me confused. I was expecting... I don't know... more. As she reached climax, she simply stopped moving. One second she was grinding against me in quick movements, holding her breath, fighting off orgasm, the next, she was done. She released her breath in a slow soft sigh, she relaxed her features, loosened her muscles throughout her body all at once, no longer clenching herself around my poor suffering dick, and stopped massaging her chest, but still cupped them from my prying eyes. When she opened her eyes, and saw my confusion, she gave a quick laugh and shook her head at me.

"Sorry, but this is where the train stops, there'll be no more for you."

"That wasn't what I wa-" But she cut me off before I could draw her attention back to her anti-climactic climax.

"What? Wasn't what you wanted, Jack? That's too bad. How does it feel to be used?" For a woman who just rode me to orgasm a few seconds ago, she still seemed pretty tightly wound. I don't think that's how it's supposed to work. I was originally concerned about the lack of fireworks surrounding her finish, but now I was just irritated.

"That wasn't what I was going to say-" I started to protest, but she cut in again, apparently she thought it was fun to criticize me after sex. Some people like cigarettes, some people want to gouge with words. I vaguely recalled learning that some spiders eat their male after sex. To each their own.

"I could replace you with a thick length of rubber and have just as much fun." She sneered.

Oh. I see. Here I was, basically restricted to sitting under her while she treated me like a sex a toy, only to have her tell me I am about as useful as one. That's it.

"Could a thick length of rubber do... this?" I jerked my thighs up and then quickly pushed down into the cushion of the chair, catching her off guard and removing a few inches of myself from her before quickly pushing back up into her.

"Jack!" She exclaimed. It was more surprise than anything else. Then she shook her head and glared at me. "Don't."

"No?" I did it again, harder this time. I figured if she wasn't going to finish what she started, I could at least knock her off balance enough for her to let go of her tits. Those were a sight worth seeing.

"Jack..." It was a warning this time.

"Yes?" I answered as if she had called my name from across the room, ignoring the warning completely and bouncing her again. This time I pushed my hips forward knocking her toward me. She let go of her chest and grabbed my shoulders to keep balance. Bingo. Those glorious round pink nipples were a sight for sore eyes; they practically begged to be nipped at and licked.

"Jack! Will you cut it out!?" She pushed back up right and made to slap me, but I grabbed her hand and made a quick lick at her nipple before she pulled away from me and leaned back, holding my knees to keep from toppling backwards.

"No." It was a statement. I punctuated it with another thrust at a similar angle she had used earlier.

"Jack." There was no warning in her voice this time. There was no emotion at all, she just said my name.

"Yes?" I asked, thrusting twice more. Her eyes fluttered slightly, she bit her lip, and she tightened her grip on my knees.

"Yes." She said it softly with pleasure in her voice. I took it as permission to continue.

I moved slowly in and out of her, each time pressing deep inside at her desired angle and producing audible notes of pleasure from her. She seemed lost in the physical stimulation, so I grabbed her hips and rolled them back and forth, pulling her into speed with each thrust.

"Yes... yes yes yes..." She moaned the words in excitement as she remembered her motor skills and began to move her body with the direction I took her hips in, our movements running together.

"See? Isn't this better darling?" I didn't want to be cocky, but I had to get a 'told you so' in there somewhere.

"Not now... later. Please... more." Her mood didn't alter at all, she kept moving on top of me, pressing harder, completely dismissing my comment.

"As you command." I grabbed ahold of her hips and started rocking them faster, pushing deeper each time, willing myself to fill her completely and hit every angle she needed.

Orgasm for men is easy: grab, shake well for 5 minutes, rinse, repeat as needed. Women are a bit more complicated, don't get out your pens and paper here folks, I'm not claiming to be an expert, but I've learned a few things. Most importantly is that every woman is different, and therefor requires different approaches. Common sense, right? Even if they can orgasm on any given technique, it's good to know which one gets them off the hardest. Once you find it, exploit it for all it's worth, I promise the end result is in everybody's best interest. Now, while Anna definitely enjoyed this, I wanted to show her a few tricks I had learned to see if the sample platter had anything she wanted more of.

I kicked the chair's foot rest down and grabbed Anna as she started falling back, swooping her up before she fell onto the ground, staying inside her the whole time. She cried out in surprise as I did it, and I couldn't help but smile. Payback is a bitch, and she had it coming for her little stunt. I lifted her so that she had half of me inside of her, and moved her legs around my back so that she could help me keep her in place. I licked at each of her nipples, lathering them with my tongue, occasionally nipping at them with my teeth, careful to be gentle. Anna pushed her hips down and clung onto my shoulders burying me inside her again before using her legs to lift back up slightly, if slowly. Impressive to say the least, she was determined, I liked that. I leaned back, grabbed her hips and helped her continue her journey up and down all seven and a half (hell yeah I count that) inches of cock.

She apparently enjoyed this much more than I anticipated, because as we moved our bodies together, and my tongue flicked at her glistening nipples she grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pushed my face against her chest hard. Good, I like a girl who knows what she wants. I rewarded her by sucking her nipple into my mouth and pressing my tongue hard against it, giving long licks and applying as much pressure as I could with my tongue. She moaned out load and pushed down so that my shaft was buried inside of her, but made no movement to rise back up.

I continued to suck and lick her chest as I walked to the couch and then I threw her down on it. She looked up at me, disappointed the wonderful sensations had ceased, but her cries of protests changed to cries of pleasure as I sat down between her legs and began licking the sweet pink flesh there. I lifted each of her legs and set them over my shoulders so that her hips angled further up, giving me more room to work with. I wanted to show her a few things about pleasure. She moaned her appreciation as I swirled my tongue around her clit, taking long licks up and down the entire length of her wet pussy. I started flicking at her clit sharply with my tongue and then changed speeds to slow massaging circles. I did this back and forth and felt her leg muscles tighten up, I was closely watching for any sign that one was favored over the other, a jerk of the knee, a pointing of the toes, but she seemed to be lost in the thrall of it all.

Instead of continuing my analytical observations of her sexual arousal, I buried my face deep between her legs, sticking my tongue inside of her and thrusting as much as I could with it. She responded by grabbing ahold of my head with her hands, crossing her feet, bending her legs and pushing them against my back, effectively locking me into place. I think we have a winner. I continued to slide my tongue in and out of her as fast I could, nuzzling my face against her so that my lips rubbed the outside of her.

"Do you like that baby?" I asked her before I remembered that I was tongue deep inside of her, so it came out a garbled mumble. Sex makes me stupid, apparently.

"Don't stop! Lick... now, talk... later." She panted out. Well, since she asked nicely. I increased my speed and push my face into her now bucking hips as much as I could, lapping up juices that slid on to my tongue. She tasted delicious, which only drove my desire to lick more, harder, and faster. Her hips were full on grinding against my face now and she clawed at the back of my neck with her hands and squeezed her legs around my face. She started crying out sharply with each insertion of my tongue and grabbed the hair on the back of my head again. This time, I didn't mind.

"Yes... yes... yes, yes, yes... yesyesyesyes..." She was getting louder with her cries, and I think she may have left a few scatch marks on the back of my neck. She was clearly close to another orgasm, but I had other plans. I tore myself out from her clutches, which was actually harder than I thought it would be.

"No... no no no... why?" She pleaded with me, grasping the air in front of her and pulling it back at her like it would magically draw me back. I backed up a few feet and stood in front of her, still erect. I looked at her calmly and smiled softly before pointing down at my engorged cock, still very much in need of a release.

"I believe you owe me an apology." I said. "I would apprec-" Before I could finish she had leaned herself forward off the couch, grabbed ahold of my hips, pushed her whole mouth down upon me, and pulled me forward in front of the couch where she sat down again and started to run her lips up and down the entire length of my shaft.

"I... uh... appreciate... would like... uh... apology... uhmmm... mmmmmmmm... yeah." Damn that felt good.

She removed my dick from her mouth and looked up at me. "I'm sorry." She said it in with an innocent ring to her voice, but the mischievous glint in her eyes, and the way she held my throbbing cock against the side of her cheek ruined the attempt. She licked me from top to bottom, slowly, applying pressure with her tongue, fondling the base of my cock as she did it, and keeping eye contact the entire time. I almost came right there.

"Please forgive me?" She asked in the same innocent voice. I could only nod my head. "Good." She said, and then like a magic trick, my dick disappeared in her mouth again. Her lips and tongue did things I didn't even know were possible. Think of the best blowjob you have ever had or heard about, now multiply it by 50. She applied pressure with her lips as the slid them up and down me, her tongue kept a slight curve in it that accepted my pulsing rod readily. Every time she brought her head back to the tip, she would flick her tongue over me and when I was sure she was going to remove her lips from me, she would greedily suck me in again. It was almost like being in heaven, but better.

I didn't want to stop her, but I didn't know how much longer I could last, so I pulled back and without giving her time to protest, I picked her up off the ground and plopped her down on the couch again. I placed her on the side of couch, lying across it with her hips and ass on top of the arm rest. I grabbed her legs and held them up, adjusting her hips so they pointed at a much steeper upwards angle. She moved her arms underneath her to help arch her back and hips upwards and I pushed as deep inside of her as I could, running my cock the entire way up against her inner flesh, feeling her hot dripping wet insides accept every inch I had to offer.

I couldn't help myself, instinct took over and my hips and legs almost moved to their own accord as I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust deep, hard, and fast back inside. I pushed and I moaned and I called out her name as I grasped her legs and shoved myself in her over and over and over. She pushed up from the couch, willing herself closer to me. I let go of one leg and placed my hand on her stomach so that my thumb pressed against her clit and pressed firmly while I moved it in circles. Cries of pleasure and passion rang throughout the entire apartment.

I felt myself getting closer, and I intensified each trust, pushing as deep as I could and our bodies made a slapping sound every time we fully connected each clap punctuated by her screaming out my name. She was now actively lifting her hips up, pushing with her arms upwards and arching her back with each trust. I felt her tighten around me and her body went completely rigid, I kept thrusting against the resistance her body was supplying. She moved her arms out from under her, causing her body to fall down a little and change the angle of my insertion, as she gripped my forearms locked at either side of her hips now. Her nails dug in as I pounded as forcefully as I could, her body begging for more. She cried out a long moan that reverberated each time I slammed forward and then suddenly stopped again as her whole body shook, her back completely arched, and her mouth wrenched open in a silent scream. I felt warm fluid rush around my cock and drip down my shaft, pushing me over the edge.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned. My cock became hard as chiseled rock, and I felt a burning sensation at the base. I pushed myself away from Anna and turned away, gripping myself as tight as I could to hold the eruption at bay as I spun. I stopped and pumped once before a thick white stream forced its way through me and shot out several feet in front of me. I almost lost my balance as I spent the rest of it in several jerks that left me gasping. I bent over slightly resting my hands on my knees and caught my breath. When I had the strength to move again, I turned to see Anna sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at me with contempt in her eyes.

You have got to be joking me. There is no possible way she could still be mad. She proved me wrong by standing up and marching toward me with fire in her eyes. I stepped back and put my hands up, but she was already on me, shoving me back. I walked several more steps backwards, trying to keep space between us when she shoved me again and I tripped on something behind me. I fell back and down onto the carpet and looked up in time to see that damn magazine basket that had tripped me. Then my view of the basket was cut off by Anna sinking down to her knees between my legs and sucking my semi-hard dick into her mouth.

I didn't have words; I just shook my head completely dumbfounded. My eyes must have been wide as golf balls as I watched her bob her head up and down on my cock, making wet swishing sounds each time. Defying things I had previously thought about my body, I was hard again. She kept bobbing up and down, putting her hands under me and grabbing both butt cheeks to push me forward. Saliva lathered around her lips and dripped to the base of my cock. Then she tilted her head forward and pushed her mouth down around me again, her tongue sliding against it the whole way down, when she reached as far down as she could she used her tongue to lick what hadn't fit in her mouth. Then she tilted her head back and brought me out of her mouth, again her tongue running across me. She repeated this a handful of times before she began bobbing her head again, taking in only the first inch or two over and over as fast I thought she could.

The pleasure was so intense I had to grab the back of her hair and pull her up. As soon as I got her off she shoved my hand away, and without even looking at me started bobbing again in the same manner. Every muscle in my body tightened at the sensation and I fought to stay still until I couldn't take it anymore and I again grabbed her hair, this time more forcefully, and pulled her up. I tried to protest, but I couldn't form words, I could barely breathe. She again shoved my hand away, shot me a glare, and began again. She actually glared at me! I again felt my muscles burning at the restraint it took not to squirm out of my skin. I couldn't bare it and this time I took both hands and pushed her down my shaft, forcing her to make longer strokes with her tongue. I kept pushing her down and she kept fighting back up to focus on that area. It was a game of tug of war until at some point I somehow started pushing her down and pulling her back up as well.