Interlude 03-77

Her hand starts stroking the shaft up and down slowly. He hardens quickly. She stops, and lightly flicks the underside of the head, causing it to twitch. Very sensitive area. She runs her hand down, then runs her nails lightly across his scrotum. That gets a shiver from him.

She sits up, and swings her leg over him, straddling his torso. She positions her pussy right above his member, then lowers herself. She presses her lips onto his shaft, and then moves forward and back, massaging it. He moans, and tries to pull back to reposition for a thrust into her, but she pulls back.

"When I want to, not you."

She reaches down, then bunches up the dress and pulls it over her head. Very nice, but in the way.

She moves up a bit, positioning her left nipple directly over his mouth. So far, this part of her had escaped his direct attention, other than being displayed for the world to see a little while ago.

"Suck me" she demands ... His tongue darts out, barely touching the tip of the nipple. It responds, hardening under his movements.

He swirls his tongue around the nipple, stopping to flick the tip occasionally. Then he pulls it into his mouth, using his lips to roll, pinch, and pull on it gently. She moans, and pushes it into his face harder. "Harder" she demands. He reaches around her, and pulls her into him. His mouth takes in all of her areola, massaging it with his lips, and flicking the nipple with his tongue. He sucks on it, harder and harder. He moves his mouth from side to side, pulling the nipple with it. Suddenly he releases it, and moves to the other side. The right nipple has been aching for attention, and now it gets it. A repeat of the left's treatment – can't have them being jealous of each other, can we?

With a pop, his head falls back away from her chest. The nipples are swollen, throbbing in response to his work. She rocks back, and sits down on his thighs. Then she moves up and over his shaft. She leans forward just a bit, and reaches down with her right hand. She takes his shaft, and rubs her clit with its head. Then she positions is right against her opening, slides down just enough to hold it in place, removes her hand, and then in one motion slides all the way down onto it. She gasps as it fills her. She sits there for a moment, looking down on him, reveling in the feeling of his manhood deep inside of her.

She then steadies herself, bracing both hands on his belly. She pulls her legs up underneath of her, until she is resting on the balls of her feet. She then balances on the balls, places her hands on top of her thighs, and starts slowly moving up and down. The only part of her body touching his is her pussy sliding around his shaft. She has to be careful not to go to far up, or he will slide out – but it is worth the extra effort. She sees that he is looking at her, and taking in the view. She looks in the large mirror at the head of the bed at herself. Her body is moving up and down. Her tits are bouncing slightly with her movements. Just like a porn movie, she thinks to herself. She watches the reflection of his shaft sliding in and out of her. She reaches down between her legs, splits her fingers, and slides them down on either side of his shaft. The effect extends her pussy down around his shaft (at least as far as his dick is concerned), and allows her to squeeze it. He moans in response.

Another minute or so is all she can remain balanced on her feet like that, and she collapses down. Her knees astride his legs, she starts grinding on top of him. Back and forth, side to side, she works him deep inside. She leans back a little, giving him a clear view of what is going on. She moves her hands down, pulling her lips apart a bit more, giving him maximum penetration. She grinds her clit against him as her hips roll.

Her hands move up to her breasts, cupping them, and then pinching the nipples a bit. Then she takes his hands and places them over the breasts. She is moving faster now. A bit of up and down, but mostly back and forth, giving him the friction he needs and the pressure she craves on her clit. She slows a bit, and reaches back behind her. She cups his sac, and gently massages the balls as she continues to grind away at him. She can feel their tightness – he is close, very close.

She pulls her hand back around, and places both hands down onto his chest. Using them as support, she starts to really move now. Faster she swings her hips. She can feel him sliding in and out. She can see his face starting to contort, a sure sign he is getting ready to shoot. She reaches down with the right hand, and flicks her clit some to bring herself to the brink as well.

When ready, she pulls her hand back, looks at him and states rather forcefully "Cum with me. Cum with me right now."

This is enough. His hips start bouncing up and down a bit, meeting her movements. Her body is moving now of its own mind – she seems to not have any control. All of a sudden, his hips shoot upward, driving his length all the way in. She can feel the first jet of warmth shooting up inside of her. That's enough, she goes over the edge. Her hips continue to move against his stationary shaft. Waves of orgasmic energy pour over her, seemingly in harmony with the endless spasms that are sending his seed deep within her. His spasms seem endless – how long has he stored all of this up, a random thought flies through her mind.

Finally the energy starts to subside. He slowly relaxes down into the bed. She falls down on top of him, laying across his chest. Her hair falls over his face, he makes no attempt to move it. They lay still, hearts and breathing just starting to calm. She can feel him softening inside of her. She grips him hard with her muscles, he trembles a bit. His member then exits her, its task done. She feels her liquid reward running down, falling onto him and the bed. There is so much of it. Oh well, at least she doesn't have to do the laundry – what a strange thought to have, as she drifts off into a well earned sleep.

The alarm softly goes off, jerking her back awake. Momentarily dazed, she doesn't realize where she is. Coming back into focus, she rolls over and hits the alarm button, killing its whine. She falls back into the soft pillows trying to wake. After a few minutes, she raises up, then immediately is sorry ... what a headache. Grenades and blackberry wine ... NEVER AGAIN! She slows down, then swings her legs out of the bed. It is then she realizes he is not in the bed with her. Huh?

She stands up, a bit wobbly at first. Making her way over to the table, she notices the wine bottle has been replaced by a vase, with a dozen or so white roses in it. Still kind of fuzzy, she thinks "that's nice, but where is he?".

On the table there is a bottle with industrial strength pain killers in it. "How friggin nice of him ...". Orange juice, and a bottle of chilled champagne on ice. OK, a little hair of the dog, as she pours herself a mimosa. A couple of pain pills, followed by a swig of bubbly/orange juice, then a mouthful of muffin to chase it down. Her eyes just now start to see straight. There is a note next to the vase.

"You've got two hours to wake up, beautify, and get to your plane. Till next time ....."

Asshole ... she smiles, and feels a familiar warmth start growing below her belly as she starts to remember some of the previous evening.

The alarm goes off, its racket jerking her awake. Startled, she doesn't know what's going on. Then, it comes to her bit by bit. A dream ... The whole thing was a fucking dream ... Damn, this one is going to be hard to push out of my mind today. Oh well, up and off to work...