Only Chatting

"Now," was all she heard as her senses reeled from the impact of his lips on hers.

The click of the releasing lock resounded in her head as the door swung open. It was the sweetest sound she had heard in a long time, or so she thought...until she heard the lock slam home into its tumblers as the door closed.

Still entwined in one long delicious kiss, Devin walked forward, slowly backing her to the bed. His hands wandered over her body as the back of her knees bumped against the mattress. Turning effortlessly, he pulled her on top of him as they fell back onto the soft comforter.

As they landed Isabel could feel his heart quickening beneath the muscles of his chest. Warmth radiated from him, wrapping her in a blanket of heat. It contrasted so greatly with the cold air blasting from the air conditioner she couldn't help but shiver, but whether from the cold or because of him, even she wasn't sure.

Her hands wandered of their own accord, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. She used her fingertips to discover every inch of his clothed chest as she buried her head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique scent. She heard his soft intake of breath at her touch. His actions mirroring her own as his lips caressed her neck with soft, butterfly kisses. Suddenly she found herself looking up at him, pinned by his reassuring weight.

It was her turn to inhale sharply as she felt his lips continuing the tingling trail down the side of her neck, moving even lower to rest on the soft skin of her stomach. Her muscles fluttered as his tongue inched toward her navel ring. She heard him growl lightly as she felt a warm wet sensation flicking it gently back and forth. Tugging softly at the jewel, he teased her shirt even higher brushing a nipple along the way.

Her back arched as he cupped her breast and caressed the hardened tip with a feather light touch. Sensations were coursing through her body, seeming to emanate from his very fingertips. She moaned softly as she felt his other hand glide down her torso and slip underneath the waistband, over silky skin, to nestle between her moist folds. She could feel the rough pads of his fingertips scraping over her skin as she lifted her hips to increase the contact.

"Devin, don't tease me......please." Her voice a mere whisper.

"Babe...trust me...teasing you is the furthest thing from my mind" he murmured in her ear as he slid his finger inside her now slick walls.

Gasping, she drew a quick breath as she felt her body yielding to him, molding itself around the welcome invasion. His thumb glanced over her clit, sending an electric current through her. He circled that stiff nub over and over as he pushed his finger back and forth, eliciting more gasps from her.

"Oh god Devin" she whimpered, as she tangled her hands through his hair, giving into the pleasure overtaking her.

He twisted his finger, making her muscles tighten around it with each movement. He could feel her body's reactions with each turn, her wetness increasing, making each thrust smoother as her back arched and tensed. Other than the hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence was her ragged breathing.

Wrapping his warm lips around a nipple, his tongue circled it, mimicking the action of his thumb on her clit. She shivered with each sensation no longer able to tell where his mouth ended and his fingers began. Her body felt like one continuous nerve as the pleasure coursed through every pore of her skin.

He could see the tension in her body as she reached her peak, saw the sweat bead on her upper lip and felt her grip his hair, pulling it, as her form arched even higher. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body shook with its long awaited release, the teasing of the night finally reaching the culmination point. He took this opportunity to release her nipple from his lips and gaze on her face as she rode the waves of her orgasm unaware of his perusal.

This was the moment he loved best, watching all the emotions play across a woman's features at the height of a climax. He felt it was the instant when a woman, hell any person, was at their most vulnerable and he always felt honored that he was able to elicit and share this response with his lover.

Hearing her breaths slowing, though they were still uneven, he wrapped her in his arms and rolled so that in the end she was back on top of him. She curled into his chest and ran her fingers idly through his hair.

He could hear the smile in her voice "That was absolutely heavenly Devin."

She looked up when she heard his chuckle and saw him rubbing his scalp. "Babe, I told you if you hate the blonde so much I'm willing to dye it for you." He grinned

"Heh brat! I can deal with the blonde...plus" she grinned back as her fingers started to slowly unbutton his shirt "I hear blondes have very little body hair as a general rule. I think it's time to see for myself."

As his shirt fell open, she ran her hands over his well defined chest and stomach, loving the feel of his warm, smooth skin. She traced her nails over the contours of every muscle and rib as his body responded by twitching under her fingers. As her hands traversed further down his belly, they encountered a thin, fine line of hair that disappeared under the waistband of his jeans.

Here she lingered, playing with the trail of hair. He laughed "I thought you didn't like hair on your men?"

"Well normally I don't, but that hair is the exception...that hair leads to one of my favorite spots on a man and I like to let my fingers do the walking and my mouth the discovering." As if to emphasize that point she leaned her head down following her fingers with her lips, blazing a trail of kisses until she reached the button which hindered her progress.

Not one to let any obstacle stop her, she deftly flicked open the button with one quick movement, the zipper followed with a slight pull of her wrist. Her lips continued their discovery while her fingers tugged his boxers down, giving her mouth better access to him.

Propping himself on his elbows, he watched with a grin on his face, loving her teasing playful nature. But when she pushed his boxers down he couldn't help but draw in a quick lungful of air, much like she had done, as he felt the contrast between her warm breath and the cold air swirling around him.

However, that sensation didn't last long. He felt her hot mouth enclose just the tip of his cock, suckling gently, and all thoughts of cold were banished from his mind as he shivered for an entirely different reason.

She felt his slight movement and grinned knowing he was getting as good as he had given. After all that is what they enjoyed about each other...the interplay back and forth, whether it was with words, looks and now this...the physical.

She couldn't believe how hot he was as she ran her hand down the length of him. Her tiny fingers barely able to contain his girth as she wrapped a hand around him. She loved the silkiness of his skin as it differed so greatly with his hardness. Dipping her head back down she licked him with long swipes of her tongue, from tip to base, like something to be savored. She flicked her tongue gently, swirling it around the tiny opening, savoring his sweet precum.

He moaned softly as her tongue warred with his cock. The sound spurred her on and made her ache to feel his skin against hers. She abruptly sat up and released him from her mouth earning a raised eyebrow from him.

"Why..."

Her finger to his lips cut off the question.

"I need to feel skin against skin...make it a more "natural meeting." She chuckled.

He watched as she gracefully shed her camisole and yoga pants and growled "Mhmmm," at both her teasing and her naked beauty.

She laughed lightly, he knew she loved the way he voiced that one simple sound. Stretching, she leaned towards him and pushed his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down his long muscular legs. He kicked them to the floor as she pushed his open shirt off his shoulders. So intent was she on divesting him of his clothes that she yelped in surprise when he pulled her down to lay on him.

She fell, breasts crushed against his immovable chest, her nipples stiffening on contact. The feeling of his smooth body against hers was so sensual, so arousing she couldn't help but to wiggle the hardening tips against him, feeling his heat and heartbeat.

Much as she enjoyed those sensations she had other more pressing matters she wanted to attend to. She slid down his now nude form, pausing to lick that light trail of hair that led her back to where she wanted to be.

This time there was no preamble, no teasing, she opened her lips, and swallowed as much of him as she could manage, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. On each down stroke she managed to take more of him and soon he was groaning in pleasure, his hips pushing up, hands tangled in her silky hair.

She was savoring the taste and feel of him when she suddenly felt herself lifted in the air and sitting astride him.

She smacked him playfully. "No fair using my size against me. I was utterly enjoying that."

His eyes flashed with humor as he grabbed her hand. "I know babe but you know what I always tell you...you're so small I could just throw you around, wrap my hand gently around your throat, pin your back against the wall..." He growled as he picked her up. "I just figured it was time to try it for real."

She barely managed to squeak out. "As you wish," salvaging a bit of her sarcastic self.

He carried her as if she weighed nothing, flicking his tongue along her neck and collarbone the whole while. She was so caught up in the sensations she didn't realize where she was until she felt the cool wall against her heated back. The feeling was so deliciously erotic she simply moaned into his mouth as he kissed her.

All thought of teasing flew from both their minds as they surrendered to the primal heat of the moment, giving into the sexual tension that had been building from the time they started talking outside of the chat room. He pinned her body against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his lean waist, her hips rolling, begging for that soft burn of his initial penetration.

He didn't make her wait long and her body was more than ready for him, she was wet with anticipation and a long night of teasing. Though she had already experienced one orgasm it wasn't enough...she needed to feel him inside of her.

At the next roll of her hips he took the opportunity to slide into her with one, smooth delicious stroke. Her shudder telling him he had hit home. After all these months he was finally inside of her, feeling her walls pulse around his cock. It was better than he could have ever imagined.

As he slid into her, her body screamed wordlessly in pleasure. Her back arched and she savored the feel of his thickness, his length. The initial penetration was always the most erotic part to her. She loved the feeling of being stretched, of being so open and vulnerable to a person, both physically and emotionally. Her body protested slightly at the invasion, shocked at both the depth of the stroke and the size of him.

Ever aware of her reactions, he stayed still allowing her body to adjust to him. He felt her body relaxing but she was still incredibly tight, her core still gripping him like a vise. He gritted his teeth as every muscle in his body urged him to drive into her, to slam his body against hers until they were both gasping and panting for breath.

"Babe, I need to...have to move," he groaned, his voice tight with longing.

"Then do it, rockmy gypsy soul Devin." She growled in his ear.

"Tell me..." he rolled his hips with the slightest movement, just enough to heighten her anticipation.

Her voice caught in her throat, the words aching to break the surface, his slow exquisite torture enough to make her head swim. She craved more, wanted to feel the crush of his pelvis on hers, hear the sexy sound of their bodies slapping together in that age old rhythm. She tried her damnedest to formulate an answer but only managed something that sounded akin to an "Oh god."

At that whisper he drove into her a little harder, fueling her desire and once again demanded "Tell me Isabel..."

His voice had dropped, oozing with sensuality. That tone was enough to make her body tingle as his words echoed in her ears. Tightening her thighs around his waist, she tensed her inner muscles, leaned forward and bit the sensitive flesh of his earlobe. Her demand and desire matched his own as her mahogany eyes blazed, staring into his glittering sapphire ones.

"Fuck me."

It was everything he wanted, needed to hear, wrapped up in a simple two word phrase. Even if he had wanted to continue with his delicious torture, all those thoughts had disappeared when she had started squeezing him as she continued to do even now.

He didn't need to be told again,

He slid his hands down her waist until they cupped her ass, though her body was reluctant to release him, he pulled back until the tip of his cock was resting at her entrance. She tipped her hips, rocking them back and forth anticipating...waiting. Just as she was about to voice a protest, he thrust hard causing both of them to moan into the other's mouth.

He rammed into her, back and forth, making her muscles yield to his exquisite onslaught. She tightened her thighs around his waist, dug her fingernails into muscled shoulders and met him thrust for thrust. Pelvic bones mashing together, her body slick with desire, seeped around his cock with each piercing drive.

She used his shoulders for leverage, lifting herself as high as she could, then slamming down, pushed him as deeply inside her as she could. She could feel the urgency in his matching thrusts, felt her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her, rushing through her like a freight train. Her walls gripped him as they spasmed, locking him between her thighs. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his cock as her body tightened around him.

He felt her go rigid as he buried himself in her soft depths. Her walls clamped down on him, encasing him, not willing to let go. He felt her spasms as her body molded itself to his cock, fitting every contour, every ridge like a glove. That was all it took to drive him over the edge and join her.

He stifled her soft scream with a long kiss, their tongues tangling, bodies pressed together, grinding to draw out their peak. Spent, he slid to the floor taking her with him, still entwined in her arms and she in his as their breathing slowly returned to normal, their hearts still trying to escape from their chests.

He stroked her hair, pushing it away from her sweat drenched face as she ran her fingernails up and down his arms making him shiver with her delicate touch.

When she could finally catch her breath, she gasped "Damn, why did we wait so long?!"

His low chuckle lit up his face, making his eyes sparkle. "I have no idea...what do you want to do now...we could make up for lost time." He wiggled his brows.

"Well..." she reached for his discarded shirt, slipped it on and strategically closed one button "I assumeyou of all people have some Cabo?" She chuckled.

He gasped at her in mock indignation, hand clutching his heart. "You even have to ask?" His teasing quickly turned to a mixture of laughter and desire when she looked at him, winked and then laughing, headed to the mini-bar.

"Good...I have been dying to do some body shots, lick the salt off your...."