Circumstances, Regret, Reunion Ch. 03

"Sure you can, and you will" He replied. "Come on."

He took her hand, then lay on the bed, scooting himself to the center. His manhood firm and erect pointing at the ceiling. He pulled her to him, kissed her, tasting himself for a second. He then firmly grabbed her hips, pulled her panties down and off, threw them aside, and swung her mid-section toward his face, lifting her left leg to miss his face. After just a few seconds he had his target inches from his waiting mouth and lips. She was still halfway on her knees, her pussy bare in front of him.

She was raised upon her arms, looking down at his shaft before her. "Wow that was quick." She said.

"I know what I want lover, and I want this. Take me as I take you." He said, then he voraciously pulled her womanhood to his face and began mouthing and licking at her. She moaned loudly, feeling his tongue probe her, his lips suck at her labia and clit.

She hesitated for a moment, reeling from the intense pleasure of his oral skills. He spread his legs slightly, and she lowered her mouth upon his cock. She could not concentrate on pleasuring him as well as she had earlier, for his constant tongue probes into her slit, and then the sucking of her clit was bringing her to climax quickly.

She lifted her mouth from him after a couple of minutes, and gasped loudly. "I can't hold back. Oh Steve, I'm coming...." No sooner had the word left her mouth, she began to orgasm. Steve lapped at her with even more enthusiasm, tasting her juices as they began to trickle onto his face and tongue.

The orgasm flowed through her, seeming to increase in intensity. He would slow his tongue for a few seconds, listening to her moan and gasp, then begin anew with voracious probes of his tongue. She would moan loudly at this, and her spasms of pleasure would intensify. His cock just below her mouth seemed a mile away in the throes of her ecstasy. She could not tell if she was having several orgasms or just one long one, just as she had the night before.

He continued for a few moments, the pleasure he knew she was feeling keeping his cock hard. He hoped she might begin sucking him again, swallowing his seed as he was her juices. She was too far into the intensity of her orgasm, and he knew she had never been taken this far before. Somewhere in his mind, he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment for bringing her to that point.

"I can't take it anymore, Steve, Please...." Her voice trailed off. Breathing heavily and moaning, she collapsed upon him, his throbbing manhood inches from her face.

From his position beneath her, his face and neck dripping with her essence, he stopped. "Take a break lover." He said softly. "Was that good for you?"

After a few moments of catching her breath, she said, "Oh my God....Yes. I couldn't stop cumming."

"Good," he said, kissing her labia again gently. She let out a surprised moan, and began to lift herself off of him.

"Not so fast." He said, pulling her back down to him by her butt. "I am still enjoying dessert."

"God, I can't take anymore."

"Yes you can, and you will lover." She looked back at him, and he then reached down, found and took her wrists into his hands, and gently pulled her arms behind her back, crossing them and changing hands as he had the night before.

"No, Steve, can't take...." He then attacked her pussy again with his tongue. She immediately began pulling her wrists against his grip, but was helpless to escape the onslaught of his tongue and mouth.

She moaned and protested, trying to escape his grip. She felt even more excited at the fact that he held her helpless to his wishes, and after only a minute of struggling to break free, and the deep probing of his tongue, she had reached orgasm again. Again, it intensified steadily. This time though the coupling of his hand bondage on her made it even sharper than before.

She again became lost in the pleasure. The more she pulled at his hands to get free, the deeper the orgasm became. Soon she was moaning uncontrollably, her abdomen tense, her body almost bucking from the intensity. She was vaguely aware of his cock in front of her face, thought she saw come pre-cum dribble from his opening. She arched her back as far as she could, his tongue in total control of her, her arms powerless to break his grip.

She was unsure how long she had been coming when he released her wrists between her tugs and pulls, and stopped his tongue action. She began to catch her breath, trying to make sense of the room that seemed to be spinning.

He ran his hands over her back as she came down, gently rubbed her wrists, hoping he had not bruised them in their struggles. After several minutes of laying as they were, he gently eased her off of him onto the bed. He continued to rub her back and stroke her hair.

"Are you OK Amy?" He asked, when he knew she was back on the ground in her mind. "I hope that wasn't scary for you, holding you helpless like that. I got carried away a little."

After a long moment of just looking into his eyes, she said, "No, God no. It was different, exciting. Very powerful to be taken like that. I loved it. It turned me on. Does that make me a perv?"

He laughed. "Hardly. It excites me, so maybe I am."

"If it does, then I like you as a perv. So intense....I am sorry I did not live up to your expectations."

He looked at her questioningly. "What?"

"I could not return the favor once I got lost in what you were doing. Sorry."

"No worries, dear. We are both new to each other, and getting back onto the bicycle, so to speak."

She laughed at this. "Well, I can still do you."

"We can wait till tonight if you like. You may need to recover a little. That was pretty intense."

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "The crock pot has not chimed yet. Dinner is not ready Big Briggs, and I have had only a nibble of dessert."

She pulled him down onto the bed. He rolled onto his back and she positioned herself between his legs, His manhood still at attention before her.

He was able to last longer than he had the night before against her mouth and tongue, but eventually, with a loud moan and cry, he gave her another powerful, large load. Again, she took it all, then snuggled up against his still quaking body.

They relaxed and recovered in each other's arms. Finally, the crock pot chimed. Dinner was ready.

They dressed haphazardly, and went into the kitchen.