Respite

I slid the tip of my tongue along Bree's bottom lip, eliciting the sweetest little moan. She reciprocated, gingerly probing my mouth with hers. I sucked at her warm, wet flesh, spiralling my tongue around her own. I was losing myself in the rising passion of the kiss, and judging by the increasing tempo of Bree's whimpering moans, so was she.

She lifted her left hand to touch the side of my face, but the cold moisture of the dirty handkerchief she still held caused me to flinch. Bree gasped, shocked by the oversight. "Oh, I'm sorry," she couldn't help but giggle. Turning away from me to place it on the bed beside her, I took the opportunity to catch my breath. She smiled brightly at me, wiped her hand on her knee, and gripped the back of my head to pull me back into the kiss.

Giggling into each other's mouths, we picked up where we left off. My hand moved up her thigh, and I felt Bree's body tense slightly. I snorted a small laugh as I lifted my hand to her stomach and slid it around to her side. I wasn't quite ready to go between her legs, and when she understood, I could sense her relax.

My hand found the round dome of her breast, supported in a tight, padded bra. Cupping her, I squeezed the half handful and swung my thumb across the area where her nipple should have been. Unfortunately all I could feel was the wonders of fabric engineering. Undeterred, I moved my hand farther up until I cradled her chin with my thumb and forefinger. Then tracing my index finger down her throat, I made my way back down to the top button of her blouse.

I got the first button undone with one hand, and revelled in the sensation of the smooth skin between her breasts against my knuckles as I continued onto the next. But I was too distracted by Bree's fingers combing through my dark brown hair as we kissed feverishly to manage the second. We shared another giggle as I brought my other hand around from her back. Still, I couldn't get it. I pulled away from the kiss and focused all my attention on getting her blouse undone.

Bree's head was down, intently watching me wrestle with her buttons, her long hair tickling at my hands. She looked up at me when I finished, her brown eyes ablaze with mischief. "Smooth," she teased.

"You think this is clumsy," I smiled back, brushing the white cotton from her shoulders. "Wait until I try and get into that bra."

Bree giggled. Then tilting her head and pursing her lips to give me a sultry look, she reached behind herself and unclasped her black bra. The tension released around her chest, but she left the thin shoulder straps in place. More interested in getting me undressed, Bree peeled my pinstripe suit coat off my shoulders and expertly went to work on my red tie as she began kissing me again.

With the hard part already done for me, I ran my hands up the subtle contours of Bree's sides and in under her bra. The soft swell of her breasts felt so incredible, literally taking my breath away in an amazed gasp. They were small, but there was a weight to them as I cupped them in the crook of my fingers. They were softer than any others I had ever felt, making the stiffness of her erect nipples all the more prominent. I couldn't help but roll the smooth little nubs between my fingers.

I leaned back to shrug off my shirt. I hadn't even noticed her get it undone, too consumed with kissing her and fondling her breasts. Bree's cheeks were flushed, and I noticed the pinkish hue that spread to her chest. When I looked up to meet her gaze, Bree was staring at me expectantly, almost pleading with me. It took me a second to figure it out, but I could tell by the way her fingers trembled, hooked in the shoulder straps of her bra, she was nervous to show herself to me. I gave her the warmest, most reassuring smile I had in my arsenal.

Bree's shiny eyes were hopeful, overflowing with the beautiful vulnerability that lay just beneath the surface. The vulnerability that touched my heart. She bit her bottom lip, then slid the straps off her shoulders. The dark cups fell away in her hands, revealing her small breasts. They looked just as good as they felt. I couldn't help myself from staring. Eventually I looked up into her big brown eyes and smiled. Bree smiled back, relieved that I was pleased with what I saw.

I moved in towards her again, kissing her deeply and pawing at her breasts. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I ran my fingers down her soft tummy to the waistband of her black slacks. The button came undone easily, as did the zip. Bree moaned loudly into my mouth in response. Burrowing my fingertips into the elastic of her panties, I slid my hands apart over her hipbones and grabbed her pants and underwear together at her sides. I pulled them down together to the bed, and bree lifted herself up into me to allow me to slide her clothes out from under her ass. I stopped when I had them halfway down her thighs, switching my grip from her pants to her legs.

Breaking away from the kiss, I looked down to see a gorgeous thatch of dark pubic hair, and my face flushed with intense warmth. I couldn't believe this was happening. I looked up at Bree again. "Are you okay?"

Bree nodded, her face rubbing against mine as she did. We shared a brief look and started kissing again.

I swivelled off the bed to half crouch in front of her. Falling onto my knees, I pulled Bree's pants down her thighs, trailing my fingers along her skin as I went. I snorted a playful laugh.

"What?" she frowned down at me, her head tilted quizzically to the side.

"How long since you last shaved your legs?" I smiled up at her.

"Oh my God!" Bree threw her hands to her face, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"It's okay," I laughed. "It's not like you were expecting anything to happen today. Besides, I like the not so perfect you."

She scoffed a laugh, then lowered her hands to her lap. She was blushing, and her lips twitched as she pressed them tightly together, but she let me continue undressing her anyway. When I reached her knees, she lifted her left leg up to help me get her pants off. She still had her shoes on, but when I tried to slip the first one off, it wouldn't budge. She was tightly laced up in a pair of sensible walking shoes. There was nothing for it but to give up on her pants and undo her laces.

Bree giggled above me as I fumbled with the double knot. "How are you doing down there?"

It was now my turn to playfully chastise her. She giggled again, and I got her first shoe off. Unable to cope with leaving her in black socks, I peeled that off too and freed her left leg from her slacks and panties. Although it was probably all I needed, I got rid of her other shoe and removed her last stitches of clothing.

Cradling the back of her ankle with my hand, I straightened her right leg and began kissing the inside of her calf. I massaged the soft muscle as I went, trying my best not to snigger as the stubble on her leg prickled my hands and face. The sound of my own muffled breath brought my attention back to the task at hand. My heart was pounding and I was getting dizzy. But still, the thrill of kissing my way up Bree's slender, naked leg brought me an indescribable bliss.

Our eyes met when I reached the inside of her knee. Bree was panting just as hard as I was, her mouth hanging open in excited disbelief. Everything I was craved to please her. I was so eternally grateful that she was letting me try. I lifted her knees up from the corner of the bed, causing her to lean back on her arms. Her legs parted and I got my first look at her amazing sex, nestled in amongst the unruly curls of her unattended bush. I froze for a second, completely in awe.

I looked up at her. "Oh, Bree," I gasped.

The warmth of her smile melted me in an instant, and I resumed kissing my way along the perfect softness of her inner thigh. I followed the tiny depressions made by my fingers in her flesh as I got closer. Bree was shaking slightly. It was half from the awkward position she was in, and half from her excitement. There was no mistaking her arousal, signalled by the heady aroma of her pussy.

My own cock was all but tearing out of my pants, desperately aching to fuck her. I brushed my fingers across her mound until I was lightly holding her thighs apart. I wanted to tease her, drawing this out as much as I could to build the tension, but I didn't have the strength to restrain myself. I planted a heavy kiss on her swollen lips, causing Bree to gasp a surprised moan. Droplets of her wetness clung to my lips as I pulled back, and I licked them away, revelling in her earthy taste.

I touched my tongue to the bottom of her slit and licked up through her steamy folds until I reached her clit. The sound of Bree crying out when I lapped her button fuelled my lust, spurring me on. Not that I needed any encouragement. I licked through her sex again and again, each time her slick wetness growing thicker.

Bree collapsed onto her back as I ate her out. She grabbed at my hair, clenching it into tight fists and pulling me into her. She bucked her hips as I probed my tongue into her dripping hole at the start of each lap, and she arched her back and howled when I spiralled around her clit at the end. I loved the way she was able to just let go.

I spread her labia open with my thumbs, splaying out her glistening sex. It was the most perfect, sexy flower I had ever seen. I licked at every delicious petal, making my way to the tight little hood at the top. Sensing that she was close, I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled the tip of my tongue around and around. Bree was almost wailing in response to my ministrations, on the brink of hyperventilating. My own breathing was laboured, quickening to match hers.

"Oh, Will. I'm close. Yes. Yes!"

I moaned myself, still sucking her clit, and excited that her release was near. Urged on by her increasing intensity, I slid my index and middle fingers deep inside her sodden hole. Bree convulsed wildly, and I twisted my fingers back and forth as she was overcome by an intense, heaving climax.

Bree's horny cunt clamped around my fingers, almost breaking them as she came. Her vagina flooded with wetness, soaking my fingers and dribbling down over my knuckles. When I kneeled back and slipped my fingers from her, I was stunned by how engorged her pussy was. It was a deep red, almost purple. And her pungent aroma had me in a frenzy.

"Are you all right?" I murmured, struggling to catch my breath. "Do you want to keep going?"

Bree's head lolled up from the spent heap she had become on the bed. Her eyes were glazed over and she seemed to have trouble focusing on me. But after a few seconds, a wicked grin spread across her lips, and she shuffled back from the edge of the bed to get into a better position.

I shot up from my knees, frantically unfastening my belt and getting my pants undone. The image of Bree laying naked on the white doona, her legs spread and her long, auburn hair fanned out around her, was irresistible. I stood on my heels to kick off my shoes, and shoved my pants and undies down my legs. Bree giggled as my cock flicked free. She kept her eyes fixed on it, chewing her bottom lip.

"Circumcised, huh?" she teased.

Grinning back, I crawled over the top of her, devouring her in a hungry kiss. She stroked the side of my face, then I felt her hands travelling down my chest and stomach. The feeling of Bree's delicate fingers wrapping around my shaft nearly made me come. It was all I could do to hold on. And when I felt the softness of her inner thighs caressing my hips, I almost lost it.

Bree guided my cock to her opening, nestling my engorged head between her lips. Letting gravity ease my weight into her, I slid inside her in one, long, smooth motion, submerging myself in her soaking heat. Her hips rolled up to meet me as I bottomed out, and we broke our kiss, both of us needing to moan out in unadulterated pleasure.

She hooked her knees over my thighs and stared into my eyes as I slowly withdrew. I pulled out, leaving just the tip inside her. Waiting an agonising moment, I steadily drove my cock back into her wanton snatch. I took my time with each stroke, savouring the wonderfully warm, wet sensation of her pussy.

Bree was amazing. With every thrust, she pulled me into her with her legs, her calves pressed into the back of my thighs. She bucked her hips up at the bottom of each stroke, taking me as deeply as she could. We fell into a perfect rhythm, rocking into each other with lusty abandon.

We kissed. We shared breathless giggles. We stared into each other's eyes. The symphony of sounds filled the bright bedroom: our heavy breathing; the increasing grunts and moans; the slopping friction of my cock pumping in and out of Bree's pussy; and the slap of my balls against her ass.

It was the most magical experience of my life. It was more than just sex, but it wasn't quite making love. Perhaps it was the brilliant space in between.

Bree held me close, her arms tightly clasped around my back. Her body squirmed beneath mine with increasing urgency. Her moaning too, reached a fever pitch. I could tell that my pelvic bone grinding into her clit was pushing her to her next orgasm.

"Oh yes," she grunted. "Don't stop. I'm going to come."

"Yeah? You're going to come?" I kissed her excitedly, getting carried away myself.

"Uh-huh," she moaned into my mouth.

"Come for me, Bree. I want you to come all over my cock." I was puffing like a madman. I fought to keep my pace, not wanting to vary anything that may deny her another release.

Bree held her breath, her whole body clenching as she struggled to hold back the painful ecstasy of another climax. A short groan escaped her gritted teeth. She held on a moment, then another. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades as her body shuddered uncontrollably beneath me.

She was gone.

"I'm come..." she almost sobbed, unable to catch her breath. "I'm...I'm co...I'm coming."

Bree screamed from deep down in her diaphragm. Her body quivered, arching up into mine. No longer finding her undulating harmony with my strokes, her body locked around me in a frozen, vice-like grip. Her heels dug into my ass, holding me firmly in position. I felt the increasing wetness of her cunt as it tightly clenched my cock.

I mashed my mouth to hers, ravishing her in yet another desperate kiss. She held me so tight, I could barely move inside her. All I could do was grind her deeper and deeper into the mattress, my knees burning with friction as they slid repeatedly on the doona, trying to gain a purchase.

I sat back onto my heels, staring down at the spent beauty splayed out before me. She was a wreck. A spectacular, sexy wreck, thankfully still impaled on my raging cock. Bree had her forearms crossed over her face, taking a minute to regain some composure as I continued to fuck her.

Scooping up her legs, I lifted them over my shoulders, resting her prickly calves against my chest. Somehow, my cock sank even deeper into her gooey core. It never ceased to amaze me how closing a woman's legs during sex allowed for deeper penetration. It just didn't make sense.

I felt the tip of my cock nudge Bree's cervix. The sensation jolted her back into the moment with a surprised grunt. She threw her arms aside to the bed and stared up at me, wide-eyed. My next thrust caused her to wince with discomfort, and she tried to hold me back, pressing her fingers into my stomach as I drove into her again.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry," I panted. "Did I hurt you?"

"It's just a little too deep," Bree whispered breathlessly. "Can we please change position?"

"Sure. Of course we can," I nodded apologetically.

Bree swung her left leg down off my shoulder to the bed, twisting her torso with the movement. The muscles in her core compressed as her legs opened, forcing my intruding cock from the depths of her canal. "Oh, that's better," she sighed.

Almost instinctively, I scrambled to straddle her left leg and get myself into a scissor position. I held her right leg close to my body, massaging the soft muscles of her thigh as I kissed her ankle. I pumped my cock into her greedy cunt, watching my glistening shaft slide in and out of her.

The dark curls of Bree's pussy looked so incredible, contrasting with our pale flesh as we bounced against each other. Her slender fingers reached down for her clit, rubbing tiny circles around the sensitive bud. I cast my eyes up her body, past her jiggling breasts, her nipples standing so erect, they looked painful. Bree smiled at me, her brown eyes sparkling.

"Oh, Christ. Bree, I'm going to come," I rasped; overwhelmed by that familiar, warm tingle that swelled deep in my stomach.

"Mmm." Bree's eyes were fixed on mine as she unabashedly frigged herself.

"Oh, Bree. I'm going to come," I heaved. The immense, expanding churn of my orgasm was reaching critical mass. "Do you want me to... Where do you want...?"

Bree stared up at me, gently jostling against my panicked thrusts. She didn't say anything. She just lay there, moaning, the corners of her mouth curling up in a wicked smirk.

It was too much. My climax seized me in a violent spasm, and I exploded deep inside Bree's pussy. I roared as jet after jet of spunk gushed out through my cock, filling her with thick spurts of cum.

When my euphoria subsided, I was overcome by a wave of emotion as the paralysis of hypersensitivity radiated from my cock. It flushed through my body, and I hugged Bree's leg to steady myself. I felt her bearing down on me, her urgent moans breaking through the haze of my semi-consciousness. She was still masturbating, furiously rubbing at her clit. As her pussy convulsed in another orgasm, my own cock bucked with another hot release of semen. A second blast followed, leaving me stunned.

"Oh my God," Bree panted, her face flushed. "Did you just come again?"

"I think so." I was dazed, astonished that I had just experienced a multiple orgasm of sorts.

Bree swung her right leg down to meet the other on the bed, rolling her body onto her side. I fell down onto the bed behind her, sweeping her up into a tight, spooning hug. She snuggled back into me, wiggling into position until the full length of her body was pressed against mine. I was still half inside her, but slowly I began to slip from her slick folds.

Her head rested on my bicep, and she held my other arm close to her chest. My face was nestled in her thick mane of hair. There was nothing special about the smell of it, just regular Pantene. Bree had too much going on to be worried about fancy, tropical-scented shampoo, I realised. Everything about her was sensible efficiency.

Everything about her was perfect.

As she held my hand to the soft pillow of her breasts, I felt so incredibly close to her. There was so much comfort in the warmth of her body. I had never known that feeling before. I usually had the urge to get straight up and get as far away as possible after sex. It was like a switch was flicked and I had to flee the scene of the crime. But with Bree, it was different. I wanted to stay.

I slid my hand down her soft tummy, past her navel, then up over her rounded hip. The only sound in the room was the faint white noise of my palm caressing Bree's skin as I made my way along the seductive curves of her waist and torso. Combing her hair back off her neck with my fingers, I planted tiny, little kisses on her shoulder, and gently stroked the back of her upper arm.

"Hey?" I whispered. "How are you doing?"

"Mmm," she purred, pressing herself back into me. "I'm doing good. I'm just enjoying the silence."

I tried to hold my tongue to let her keep enjoying it, but I couldn't help myself. "You don't get any silence at home?"

"No," she shook her head against my bicep. There was a detached monotone in her voice as she told me how Jessica pounced on her as soon as she walked in the door. "She doesn't talk to me, she talks at me. And when I do finally get her to go to bed, she spends all night spinning the wheels on her toy car. Zzzz zzzz zzzz," she mimicked the sounds with her mouth. "It's all night. Our bedrooms are right next to each other. There's just no escape from it."