Dead Write Ch. 04

There seemed a moment's hesitation before she rolled over. He bent down and gave her a lingering kiss. During the massage his erection had subsided, but the passion of her lips raised it to full size once again.

When the kiss ended, she saw it waving proudly. "Oh my, Sam. I think you like me."

Her quip and smile reassured him. She was still glad to be there.

"Let me show you how much."

He began connecting the dots on the front.

"This one is particularly swollen."

His lips and tongue began their healing kiss on her right nipple. Lifting his head, he blew on the wet nubbin. She moaned and arched her back.

"Here's another badly swollen one." His lips locked onto her left nipple, while he rolled the right one between his thumb and fingers.

"Oh my!" she wriggled.

His mouth continued its southerly voyage, across the flat stomach sea until his nose nestled on the shore of her velvet triangle. He was an explorer, sent by his Queen, in search of rare and potent nectar. Sherry's fingers twirled his hair, encouraging his quest.

He sat up and smiled at her and she returned it. "How's my gift feeling?"

All nervousness seemed to have been driven off by the building pleasure of his loving touch. "I am one happy present, looking forward to my future."

He could only smile and shake his head in response.

Looking down into her dark triangle of hair, Sam the explorer said, "Let's see what's hiding in the jungle."

He gently pushed her legs and she obliged by spreading them. He lay down in the vee and kissed up the inside of one thigh, then the other. His hands rubbed her hips and stomach, then slid underneath to fondle her backside. He worked his arms under her legs and spread them farther apart. Reaching over the top, his fingers slid through her lush carpet of hair. She smiled down at him, peeking over her mons. The expression was one of growing need for him to complete the mission. Meeting her gaze, his fingers spread her labia and his tongue tasted her.

"Oooo, Sam." Her head fell back, too heavy with pleasure.

He placed his mouth fully over her clitoris and vibrated his tongue, "Hmmmmmm, hmmmm."

She squirmed considerably.

He stopped. "You know what I just made?"

A breathy voice answered, "Well, I think I do. But you tell me anyway."

"That was a Humvee."

She giggled, "Very corny, now shut up and drive. Keep your eyes on the road." Her fingers pulled his head back into the driver's seat.

Sam's mouth and hands continued igniting Sherry's neuron rockets, firing her sexual synapses. His experienced fingers and tongue remembered the familiar rhythm of love. They instinctively plucked the strings of her biological Stradivarius.

Her pleasure was building to a crescendo as her voice sang out, "Yes Sam! Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop!"

Like a grand conductor, her hands guided him, pressed him, pulled him to a greater understanding of her symphony. Her shrieks were the appreciative ovation of an adoring audience. Her back arched, her thighs clenched, as her body gave the supreme salute of gratitude.

When Sherry calmed enough for her legs to release his ears, he covered her. His erection trapped between them, he kissed her feverishly. Her juice still coating his chin, he spread the ambrosia down her neck to her breasts and suckled. He lifted his hips and her hands were on him, centering his penis in the warm folds of her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed him slowly in, until they were one.

Sam held still, knowing he couldn't last long. Sherry teased him with internal squeezes.

"Stop that. I want this to last more than two seconds." His fingers massaged her scalp through the dark tresses.

"Sorry, I just wanted you to know how good you feel in there."

"You're amazing." He kissed her hard, wanting to take all of her at once. His hips began a patient seesaw as his lips probed and his hands fondled. The climax was nearing. Slipping his hand between their hot flesh, he fingered her.

"Sherry, are you close."

"Uh huh." She whispered.

He pumped harder, loosing control, pounding into her wetness, the sounds of slapping flesh erotic. His fingers moved furiously between them, building her up with him.

"I'm coming, Sherry!" Then he exploded in carnal ecstasy, feeling his pleasure spasm with every stream of seed planted.

Through the blinding fog of his orgasm, he felt Sherry arching beneath him as she reached her peak.

Their bodies melded together -- pounding hearts, heated flesh, and unforgettable joy.