Persuasive Approval

"I'm coming. Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh my God!" she cursed. "Oh please God!" she shouted. "Faster. Harder!" she screamed. "I'm fucking coming," she hissed. "I'm...Ahhh...Ohhh... Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, my God...Fuck me...Ahhhhhhhhhh."

The intensity of the most monumental release flooded her body in an ocean of ecstasy, spasm after spasm flowing through her body in a torrent of convulsing tremors, fluids of passion coating his mouth and teasing his nostrils, words gathering behind tight lips, moans and groans stumbling over curses, screams muted through clenched teeth, incoherent words escaping from an abandoned mouth, a body undulating in the aftershocks of a frenzied orgasm, breasts rising and falling and lungs burning for oxygen, sucking in precious air in short panting gasps, trying to calm from the storm, waiting for the tremors to subside, a body surrendering into silence.

A contented smile, a deep sigh and breathless mutterings, brushing away a few strands of hair hanging over her face, gestures and persuasive hand movements was all she could manage until her breathing had calmed enough and she could operate her mouth.

"Wow!" she managed to utter. "I'm absolutely drained. I want to stand up but my legs are trembling so much I don't think they are capable of supporting my body."

He lifted her from the floor and put her down on a one of the sofas in front of the fire, the flames casting shadows of the phallic object against the wall.

"I'll have to do something about satisfying that beautiful specimen," she said, in a breathless whisper. "But if you're going to fuck me you're going to have to carry me up the stairs," she smiled, offering her hand.

There must be more than sixteen stairs. Fucking old buildings, he thought, thankful that he still had the strength in his legs to carry her up the creaking stairs.

He was heading to his bedroom when she pointed a finger in the opposite direction.

"A double bed will be more fun," she smiled, flashing her eyes with wicked intent, a shiver of excitement running up her spine as he eased her to the floor, a playful hand grabbing his swollen appendage, skipping along the corridor, swaying her hips and wriggling her bottom with alluring fascination, a smile and a curling finger beckoning him into the room.

The bedroom was spacious boasting a huge four-poster bed and an en-suite bathroom in the corner of the room. A table lamp next to the bed threw soft light and shadows across the room and a row of mirrored wardrobes opposite the bed offered endless opportunities for furtive observation.

Heart beats raced and pulses throbbed, urgency stimulating arousal, expectation fuelling the fire of passion, eyes met and lips touched, two hungry mouths crashing together in a pulsating kiss, eager tongues invading mouths, duelling in a battle, dancing to a salsa, twirling and wrestling, a mutual exchange of breathless whispers laden with sexual desire, lust overflowing with passion, urgent gestures responding to touch, a tangle of hands moving to persuasive instincts, sweeping over familiar curves, touching and feeling, probing and searching, arms wrapping around each other, two lovers embracing in a courtship of intimacy, two impatient bodies suffocating in the heat of passion.

Falling on the bed, the mattress creaking under their weight, cradling her weighty breasts in both hands, feeling the soft flesh between his fingers, nipping and rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb, pulses increasing by the second, her shapely breasts rising and falling in rhythm with a racing heartbeat, arching her back slightly from the bed, lost in the erotic sensation, whispers of encouragement willing him to take her body, a compelling urge for oral stimulation, pleading for his hungry mouth to feast on her tits.

Planting lingering kisses across her chest, an inquisitive hand moving with meaningful pursuit over her stomach, pushing her hot tits up to his waiting mouth, tasting the sweetness and the warmth of her skin, sweeping and wriggling his tongue in an intoxicating dance, sucking one nipple and then the other, gripping one in gentle capture between his teeth, her fingers pulling recklessly at his hair, her voice fading into pleading whispers of urgency, her invitation to suck them hard hissed through clenched teeth.

The unexpected ringing of the telephone interrupted their moment of passion.

A blanket of silence suddenly descended on the room.

"I have to get that," she sighed, lifting her shoulders and frowning in resignation, the bedspring squeaking in quiet protest as she lifted from the bed, a familiar wetness pooling between her legs forcing another sigh and a hesitant pause before picking up the phone.

"Hello," she whispered into the mouthpiece..."Oh hi," she answered, pointing a finger at the phone, pursing her lips and silently mouthing 'Charles.' "Are you having a good time? What's the weather like in Spain?" She asked, her words full of pretence, a playful smile pulling at her lips, flashing her eyes with hungry pursuit, her demeanour embarking on a precarious undertaking, walking slowly towards the bed, the telephone cord coiling in her wake, a warm hand reaching down and gripping his meaty length, working his cock up and down with shameless amusement.

"No... I'm just about to go to bed," she said truthfully..."Yes we had dinner at the Bella Roma. Bruno sends his best wishes," she added..."No. I'm alone in my bedroom," she lied..."No, he didn't... No, we haven't... He has a meeting first thing in the morning so he decided to have an early night," she lied again..."Okay, enjoy the golf. I'll see you in a few days," she said, dropping the telephone into the cradle, a deep sigh of relief bringing a wide smile to her mouth and a renewed vigour in her step, falling on the bed in a playful giggle, her dignity lost in the increasing pulse between her thighs, parting her legs and opening her body, giving him an inviting view of the precious delights awaiting him.

Ignoring the brief interruption his warm tongue embarking on a journey of irresistible need, marking a warm wet path over the smooth soft skin of her stomach, caressing the toned sculptured curves of her waist, pausing to slide the tip of his tongue into her naval, bathing the curves and textures of smooth skin, sweeping a moist trail along the edge of pubic hair, peppering soft kisses between her inner thighs, dancing in slow figure of eight circles over soft receptive erogenous zones, blowing and licking, nibbling the sensitive frills, teasing the moist flaps of her burning vulva.

"Oh yes...Oh, fucking yes," she cursed. "Oh, please don't stop," she begged, sweeping her fingers through his hair, keeping his head pressed against her warm wet entrance, his nimble fingers gliding in a sensuous and seductive tempo over the swollen clitoris before slipping inside the warm wet depths of her sheath, opening her centre and probing her inner sanctum, her body responding to the stimulation, arching her back and moving her hips in gentle thrusts, meeting the force, slippery fingers moving in and out of her body, opening her legs wide and drawing them in deeper, a moist opening aching for penetration, fluids of passion flowing from her glistening pocket, breathing in the musky aromas of passion, the odours of mature sex.

Words whispered in panting gasps and deep intakes of breath, her fingers grabbing the bed sheet, the warmth of his mouth and the tip of his tongue brushing against the urethra, sweeping over the sensitive hood and teasing the clitoris, thrusting her hips to meet his mouth, waves of lust washing over her, a compelling urge to taste his cock, high-pitched moans and suffocating groans, pants and wheezes stealing the breath from her lungs, arousal forcing curses between tight lips, propelling her senses into overload.

Eager, hot and hungry, a body driven by responsive need, expectation stimulating lust and passion, shifting her weight on the bed, lifting and straddling over his body in an intimate alignment of north and south, balanced on both knees, her bottom perched above his face, vagina and anus open and inviting, her warm wet mouth travelling in a downward path, her pendulous breasts swinging and bouncing, sweeping over his chest, letting him feel the welcoming softness, the weight and the warmth of her tits, the stimulation of touch, the arousal of hard nipples brushing sensuously against his skin.

A pause and a snorting gasp, sucking in air through her nose, breathing in his masculine aroma, rejoicing in the sweet smell of sweat, her skilful tongue marking a warm wet trail from his knees and over his muscular thighs, feeling his sturdy erection brushing against the side of her face, closing her eyes and running a teasing finger through his pubic hair, dragging a finger nail over the rough skin of his scrotum and along the throbbing limb, teasing the smooth head and probing the small eye, grabbing the bulging veined object with both hands, clutching the swollen flesh between her fingers, feeling the pulse of blood surging through the web of blue veins, working the length back and forth, sweeping her tongue in a playful dance around the rim of the glistening helmet and over the engorged head, easing him into her hungry mouth, taking him deep, the colossal girth stretching her lips and making her gag, easing him out slowly and dragging her teeth over the sensitive membrane, looking into the mirror, rejoicing in the erotic reflection, wiggling the tip of her tongue in the myopic eye, savouring the taste of his sticky arousal.

An urgent adjustment on the bed, the mattress squeaking under her weight, lifting from the oral position and squatting on top of him with both knees on each side of his hips and both hands outstretched on the bed, hovering over his torso, feeling the intimidating force pressing hard against her bottom, her blue eyes shimmering with lustful intent, her breathing rapid, the onset of dampness building between her legs, her feline frame arched upwards like a prowling lioness scenting prey, moving her hips and wriggling her bottom, her pendulous breasts swinging from side to side, her nipples brushing against his face, her buttocks rocking back and forth in a seductive dance over the perilous attachment.

She smiled into his eyes, the corners of her mouth lifting in a wicked smile, the promise of suggestion dancing behind her eyes, sweeping her tongue over her top lip with flirtatious intent, leaning forward and sliding down his sculptured stomach, her shapely tits flattening against his chest, her bottom resting on his muscular thighs, cupping her weighty breasts in each hand and lowering them over the monstrous limb, pushing her tits together and wrapping them around the length, capturing the swollen limb firmly between her bosoms.

Sliding up and down in a slow seductive tempo, the throbbing muscle a prisoner in her cleavage, watching the small eye opening on the downward stroke and then closing on the upward motion, a breathless moan and a grunting groan hissing between tight lips, the euphoria of his impending release interrupting her teasing intimacy, shifting her weight on the bed, sitting up and letting his cock slip from her cleavage.

A moist vulva rubbing against his meaty length and a familiar sensation flooding her thighs, a compulsive urge for penetration, reaching down in hungry pursuit of carnal pleasure, gripping the sturdy flesh in her hand and guiding his massive cock in line with her receptive sleeve, opening her body and preparing the moist lips for entry, a whispered cry and a hissing curse blurted through tight lips, nine-and-a-half-inches of hard flesh easing inside her body, her vulva stretching to accommodate the long thick column, thrusting his hips back and forth, the formidable length completing its journey to the cervix, the muscles of her inner walls tightening around the thick shaft, her clitoris rubbing against the hard limb, the pleasurable acquaintance teasing her senses with heightened expectation.

Bodies connecting, hips and pelvis moving to persuasive urges, pulling him deeper inside her portal of pleasure, raising her bottom slightly, lifting and lowering, up and down, gaining momentum, joining and separating, easing him in and easing him out, lifting and dropping, thrusting and grinding, wiggling and thrashing, lifting and lowering, hard and fast, soft and slow, the threatening limb breaching the fleshy folds, stretching her burning entrance, the pace quickening, curses joining gasps, pants and grunts smothered under the sound of a banging headboard and squeaking bed springs.

She was fucking him. He was fucking her. Two bodies fucking to a chorus of urgent grunts and a verbal commentary of filthy curses, a brief exchange of compliments, heads swimming in euphoric glory, rejoicing in the heat of passion, caressing and squeezing her breasts, capturing her nipples between his finger and thumb, nipping and pulling, bruising her body and torturing her senses, electrical charges exploding in a blinding light of euphoria, the invading force probing and penetrating her inner depths, reaching the limits of the vaginal vault, banging against the cervix, her body tensing, her toes curling, a climax building, thrusts gathering speed, lifting and lowering, up and down, easing the massive object inside her body, stretching and filling, violating her burning vulva with an uncompromising force, each thrust pushing her closer and closer towards the edge.

"Oh...Yes...Yes...Ahhh...Fucking yes," she cried. "Ohhh... Ahhhh. I'm...I'm...cuuminng!" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! she screamed, deep guttural moans and cries of orgasmic euphoria hissing and wheezing through gritted teeth, arching her back and letting her head fall back, a shudder and a violent thrashing of limbs, the walls of her vagina contracting and gripping his swollen cock, the warmth, the relentless force, the energy of a tidal wave, the overwhelming heat of passion washing over her in a crescendo of rapid spasms, an impossible release, an inner fire igniting tremors of elation, hot fluids spilling from a burning vulva, a breath-taking orgasm pushing her over the edge, breathless pants and wheezing gasps stumbling over choking sighs, her arms giving way under her weight, collapsing on his chest, a vulva bruised and burning, a head spinning in a delirium of blissful ecstasy.

Ignoring her moment of orgasmic bliss and her breathless pleas for calm, clutching her bottom and lifting her up, pulling her down the slippery shaft, lifting and lowering, pushing his sturdy limb deep inside her wet orifice, keeping his strokes to a steady pace, pushing in and pulling out, increasing the momentum, sweeping his hands over her bottom, pulling the soft cheeks apart and slipping a finger into her anus, thrusting and grinding, fucking hard and fucking fast, each thrust penetrating deeper and deeper, his liquid pleasure erupting with the force of a volcano, emotional lava filling her warm depths, splashing against the inner walls, coating the mouth of her bruised cervix, groaning out his pleasure as the last tremors of his ball crushing climax spilled from his body.

Lost in a moment of sensory fulfilment, unprepared for the Intensity of the overpowering release, gripping the bed sheets with both hands and lifting her weight, his softening organ slipping from her body, their bond of passion broken in trailing strings of seminal fluids, falling face down on the bed, two bodies melting together in pools of perspiration, sucking in precious air, gasps fading into silence, waiting for calm.

The welcoming surge of nicotine drawn into lungs and an exchange of compassionate words and meaningful compliments broke the brief silence, the mere mention of the telephone call with Charles filling her head with confusion and uncertainty.

"The lies...The deceit...He said I could sleep with you...Why didn't I just tell him what we were up to," she uttered, her eyes searching his for assurance, his nodding head and occasional grunt offering little comfort.

"Why didn't I just tell Charles we were in bed?" she repeated, blowing a stream of smoke through a frustrated sigh, knowing that a confession was inevitable.

A long painted finger nail sweeping over his stomach and an invitation laden with flirtatious suggestion interrupted his nodding head.

"I want you in the shower." she said, more of a command than an invitation, rolling of the bed, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet, flashing her eyes with lustful intent, skipping with eager enthusiasm across the bedroom floor, heading to the en-suite bathroom, any thoughts of a confrontation with Charles brushed from her mind.

The warm stream of water poured from the shower head, splashing her face and soaking her hair, spilling over feminine curves and disappearing between the bubble shaped cheeks of her bottom, slippery hands and curious fingers roaming over smooth skin, probing and exploring, groping and searching, infusing the delicate curves of her neck with warm kisses of affection, blowing in her ear and sweeping his tongue from the base of her neck, marking a sensuous trail over her shoulders, lifting her chin and peppering kisses over her nose and eyes, lips meeting and mouths opening, tongues courting affection, twirling and probing in an intimate dance, the persuasion of touch, the interaction of genitalia responding to impulse, the intimacy momentarily broken by an overwhelming need and a desperate urgency for penetration.

"Fuck me from the back," she said, brushing water from her face and turning on her heels, her arms outstretched against the wall and her hands flat against the tiles, arching her back and opening her legs, feeling the pulse of his throbbing muscle pressing against her bottom, feeling his masterful hands gliding over her waist and his playful fingers brushing through the thick bush of pubic hair, applying a little pressure over the pubic bone, parting the outer lips and teasing the delicate folds of her inner labia, sliding inside and slipping out, stimulating her clitoris, the arousal of touch heightening expectation, soft whimpering moans of encouragement overflowing with desire, a pleading voice craving for cock.

Sliding his hands between the slippery globes, pulling the soft cheeks apart and sliding a finger into the soapy groove, teasing the dark secret entrance and probing the sphincter, slipping a finger slowly and gently into her private place of intimacy, the unexpected invasion captured in the hesitancy of a whimpered cry and a whispered gasp.

There was nothing to compare to that invigorating feeling you get when you fuck a woman covered from head to toe in soapy water. He wasn't sure if it was the slippery movement of hands running reckless over body parts or the assistance it offered when attempting to penetrate a tight opening.

A body responding to impulsive persuasion, imagination feeding curiosity, an irresistible urge for anal penetration sweeping away hesitancy, arching her back and pouting her bottom, spreading her legs and opening her body, both hands finding purchase against the wall, a shuffle, a wiggle of her hips and a fleeting glance over her shoulder, a broad smile, a nod of approval and a whispered invitation dancing behind tight lips.

The soft cheeks parted, the dark anal shrine open and inviting, the sphincter muscles pulsing around the rectal pocket, gripping his swollen appendage firmly in his hand, guiding the smooth head against the tight opening, the soapy lubricant assisting penetration, pushing slowly and gently at first until the anal passage yielded and the gruesome limb slid slowly inside her bottom.

"Oh, my God!" she cursed, her voice echoing inside the steamy enclosure, sucking in air between gritted teeth, a hesitant pause and an uncomfortable shuffle, the unexpected visitor an unfamiliar display of intimacy, a contorted face looking over her shoulder, reaching back with her hand and gripping his arm, a moment of unnerving silence hanging between them.