Dance Me to the End of Love Ch. 05

"You... that was... I never— the way you— I can't even say—"

"Mmm, yeah," you croon, "I think you're ready now."

"Ready? Now? For what?"

"Baby girl, now, he's gonna do you right!"

"Now? Oh yes. Now!"

Quickly shedding my briefs, I reach for your purse (discretely placed at the foot of the bed), grab a condom, roll it on, and slather lube on it. Veronica turns lazily onto her back, and watches, wide-eyed, as I clamber over her. My whole body aching for release, I use the unyielding tip of my rock-hard organ like a tool, teasing and traversing the soft terrain, trying to gain entrance. She writhes and moans as I make contact with her clit, grunting as I step up the pace, nudging, prodding, beginning to work my way in. Gently coaxing her body to accept me, I gradually start to pump harder, sinking the thick flesh rod into her, little by little, until she cries out,

"Oh my God, no. No more. It's too— No— I can't..."

Pausing for a few moments, I adjust my position, look her in the eyes, smile, and ask if she's OK. She nods. As I resume with tiny, delicate movements, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then exhales, with a great sigh. Continuing to intone as each stroke increases in speed and depth, she suddenly moans,

"Give— I need— Give it to me—"

I feel her body release, the delicate pink flower blossoms, stretching to take

all of me in; her hips start to thrash, and she screams,

"Ohhh, yesss. Oh— Oh— Oh— Ohhh—FUCK!"

Even though it's slick and dripping with a swirling mix of lube and Veronica's fragrant juices, the passage is narrow and taut—gripping, squeezing, refusing to let go of me—and I'm forced to summon all of my concentration to stop myself from coming instantly. With every thrust, my balls bounce against her ass with an lewd, wet slap, and her breathing grows louder, punctuated with panting, hoarse yelps of,

"Don't stop. Oh God. Harder! Oh fuck—fuck me!"

By now I'm literally pounding Veronica, whose legs are wrapped around me, even more tightly, it seems, than her pussy. I hang in there for what seems like an hour (in reality, I'm sure it's no more than ten minutes), then abruptly pause to prevent myself from exploding. After a few deep breaths, I clumsily roll the two of us over.

"Veronica," you direct, from the armchair on which you're perched regally, "now you're driving the boat."

She responds to a primal urge buried deep within her subconscious, and starts gyrating her hips sinuously, then driving them back-and-forth as if she's thrusting into me. Then, pausing for a moment, she reaches down and, almost tentatively at first, touches her clitoris.

<< A remembrance of her first time plays in Veronica's mind. Her husband (who had imbibed heartily at their wedding reception, while showing off his young, sexy wife) fell asleep minutes after his grunts told her that he had finished. Alone, filled with confusion and self-doubt, she wondered "Was I supposed to feel something?" This picture is immediately vanquished by a fierce joy, as her own fingers propel her into a new consciousness, and she inhabits the sensations radiating from her core, thinking to herself, "This is real. This is mine! >>

As the waves of pleasure recede, eyes still closed, breath still heaving, she rises, on her knees, at an almost glacial pace. Reaching the apex at which only the very tip of my cock is still inside her, Veronica slams her body down, grunting and shaking wildly as she impales herself on it. She repeats this motion over and over, harder, faster, until it seems like she's again reaching a plateau that's as much spiritual as it is physical. This proves to be so intense that I have to grab her hips firmly and shout, "Wait!" to prevent her from finishing me off.

We flip over, gently, and in spite of her urgent, wriggling, bucking attempts to make me enter her again, I draw out each movement with a maddening slowness. Within a minute or so, I pick up the pace until I'm a machine in overdrive, each thrust eliciting unintelligible, guttural, animal-like growls from Veronica. One of her hands is now furiously working her clit, the other one clawing at my ass [me: that's definitely gonna leave a mark], as she urges me on, like a racehorse toward the finish line. My eyes suddenly focus on her tiny tits; when I suck hard on them, taking each one entirely into my mouth, and nip at their small, hard peaks, she unleashes another stream of obscenities. Then our lips and tongues meet again, almost devouring one another, and, within seconds, it's impossible for me hold on. Gasping, I barely manage to whisper,

"Veronica— brace your— I'm— coming!"

The orgasm that crashes over me is an all-body experience, and I worry for a second that I might have blasted a hole in the condom. [I haven't.] As I roll off to one side, still shuddering, I hear a little voice whimper,

"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no."

She can't pull the dead weight of my limp body back on top of her, so she scrambles on top of me, and tries to stuff my deflated, floppy dick back into herself. When that doesn't work, she pretends to pout for a second, then giggles.

Almost silently, you rise from your chair and crawl onto the bed with us. When you wrap your arms around Veronica, who's still straddling me, she whiispers back to you,

"Oh my God! I don't— I never say things like—I mean, I just don't talk like that. I-I just never felt..."

"Mmm hmm."

"Can we do—?"

"We can do whatever you'd like, baby girl."

She sighs, smiling, and you respond with a purr,

"I think you got—what is it the kids say, babe? [me: no response]—a certified, nasty freak hiding inside your cute, prim-and-proper little self!"

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