Only For Tonight

"Yes, it is," I agreed.

"So, what's gonna happen?" Jenny asked, her tone softer, her wide eyes hopeful.

I couldn't resist it anymore, so I pulled her closer, drew in to her ear again and whispered, "Something like this." This time I didn't stop myself from taking her soft earlobe between my teeth and biting down gently. She gasped and her hands gripped my arms tight. I dropped my mouth down and, as I'd often wanted to do, alternated gentle kisses and nibbles down the length of her graceful neck. Her gasps became moans. I lifted my face up to hers to see the reaction I'd caused and found myself attacked. She pressed her lips against mine and the resulting kiss was hot and frantic. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back, feeling her hands moving up to my shoulders. I dropped my keys and found myself pushed up against the side of the car in her eagerness. Her long, lithe body pressed against mine and I held her tight, wanting to get closer still. At some point her tongue had invaded my mouth and started wrestling with my tongue. I was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to get her home and fuck her until we both passed out. I didn't want to break the kiss yet, however.

I was soon very happy that I held out. A few more seconds into the kiss she suddenly moaned into my mouth. Her body stiffened against mine and her nails dug into my arms. She thrust her crotch into mine and cried out in pleasure. Instinctively, I pushed back, grabbing her ass and gripping it firmly. She shuddered against me, her cry drawing out into a long, satisfied moan. It was quite some time before she released me.

Jenny looked at me, eyes stunned, and mumbled, "How did you DO that?"

I chuckled. "I didn't do anything. But at least now I know what's going to happen."

She smiled back at me, a dreamy look on her face. "Good. 'cause if that was just from a kiss, I can't wait to see what else you've got."

I fetched my keys from the pavement. With my hands shaking and my heart racing with anticipation, I somehow got the door unlocked and opened. Once she was safely inside I slipped into the driver's seat and fired up the engine. I drove slowly, making sure we made it safely. It was only a few blocks, but knowing what I was heading home for made the time stretch out agonizingly. I glanced over and caught Jenny watching me drive with an intent look. "What?" I asked, amused.

She didn't seem to be embarrassed to be caught staring. She just smiled back and replied, "I'm glad you agreed to this. I think this is something we both need."

"Absolutely," I agreed, taking the last turn to my street. After parking and opening the door for her, we strolled up the walk to my house, arms linked. My head was reeling. This couldn't be real—this sort of thing never happened to me.

I let us into the house, locked the door behind us and slipped off my shoes. I turned and ran right into Jenny, who was standing and looking at me. I flipped on the hall light and was struck again by how stunningly beautiful she looked. I didn't have long to admire her before she pounced on me. She threw her arms around my neck, pressed her lips into mine and her breasts into my chest. For the third time that night I found myself off balance as I was pushed roughly against the door. My hands went to her waist and I kissed her back, having trouble keeping up with her. We'd both been alone for a long time. It was inevitable there would be sparks.

I lost myself in the kiss for a bit and when I came back to myself, my hands had crept around to clutch her ass, and she was unbuttoning my shirt. When she got the last button undone, she pulled my shirt open and over my arms, letting it fall to the floor. My hands went back to where they were and hers travelled over my bare chest. My hands wouldn't stay put, though; they wanted to touch bare skin, so I let them wander to the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. Then I unhooked her bra, running my fingers down the bumps of her spine to feel where her skin dimpled in at her lower back. I reached up and pulled on the straps of her dress and bra. She broke our kiss and pulled her arms free of her clothes, allowing me to expose her breasts. I felt them before I saw them. I cupped one in each hand, relishing the first feeling of bare tits I'd had in three years. They were round and full, a bit bigger than a handful, but not that big. They felt heavenly all the same. She gasped at my touch and immediately started tugging at the button on my jeans, fumbling with it. I let go of my prizes to help her and was shocked to see her reaching under her dress and shimmying her panties down her legs. This was moving so fast that I doubted we'd even make it into the bedroom!

My suspicion was proven correct momentarily. As soon as I had my pants open, she grabbed my arms and dragged me to the carpet. We were going to fuck right in the hallway! I only got my jeans down to about mid-thigh when I found myself atop her. Her dress was hiked up to her waist and her panties were still hanging from one ankle. Before I could even take stock of the situation, her hands were on my ass, guiding my ready cock right into her sopping cunt. She was so wet that I glided right in. I looked down at her and she was looking back at me, wide-eyed and gasping. "Don't hold back," she begged, breathily. "Fuck me Dennis."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I pulled out and slammed back in, moaning deeply at the sensation. This inward thrust made her cry out, and desperate to make her come again, I continued my onslaught. Her eyes closed and her face was transformed with pleasure. I increased the speed of my thrusts and her cries became louder and more frequent. Within four thrusts she was digging her nails into my back as she gave voice to her orgasm. I stopped thrusting while she shook beneath me, afraid that if I continued I'd be brought over the edge and it would be all over.

When she came back to her senses enough to realize I'd stopped, she opened her eyes and murmured, "Don't stop. Keep going. Just . . . pull out."

I nodded and started moving again, tucking my hands under her shoulders for support. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her long legs crossed behind my ass. I increased my speed and we started moaning almost in harmony. I could tell she was getting near again as her volume kept going up. It was a useful indicator. By the time she reached another orgasm, I was fucking her as fast and as hard as I could manage, and felt my own release building. I've always had good control, so I was able to pull out before my climax fully hit. Once I was out of her, her legs clamped back around me, pressing my hardness into her belly. My cock spasmed and spurted between us, coating both our bellies with hot semen. She kept clinging to me in this way until long after our respective orgasms retreated.

Finally her arms relaxed and I pulled my head up, surprised by a sweet and gentle kiss. The kiss didn't last long. Once it ended, she looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers and whispered, "Thank you. That was amazing."

"Mmm. For me too," I replied, smiling.

"Sorry I couldn't wait 'til we got to your bed," she said, grinning.

"I'm sorry I got you all sticky," I responded with a chuckle.

"I'm not," she said lightly, pushing me off of her. As she propped herself up on her elbows, her dress flopped down, getting in the pool of cum on her belly.

"Oh, your dress!" I said, helping her to pull it over her head.

She giggled, poking at the puddle of sperm and tracing her finger along it. "Don't worry about it. The dress did its job. It got me here, didn't it?"

I smirked. "Well, the dress and what was in it."

She looked slyly back at me, bringing her finger to her mouth and licking it clean. "So . . . " she said, repeating this process slowly. "My evening is . . . wide open. Want to show me your bedroom?"

I felt a shudder of lust go through me. My cock, which had started to soften, was quickly becoming erect again with anticipation. "Oh yeah," I said, my voice thick. I helped her up and led her to my room. On the way, I ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean us up with. Once we were clean, she sat on the edge of my bed, leaning back on her hands and stretching her legs out. She glanced down, seeming to remember that she was completely naked and on display. She quickly crossed her legs and rested her hands on her lap. This time I knew for sure she'd blushed.

To make things less embarrassing for her, I turned off the overhead light and snapped on the lamp I kept on my nightstand. I sat down next to her and traced one finger down her graceful neck and over to one smooth shoulder. She quivered from the sensation. Her hand gripped my cock suddenly and she felt her way up and down its length. (It was about six inches long when fully erect.) "Mmm, so hard again already," she mumbled, licking her lips. I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on it, using my hands to move her thighs apart. I hadn't had the chance to really explore her body yet, since things had escalated so quickly, but now I was determined to slow us down a little. My left hand continued to grip her soft thigh as my right crept down to her crotch. I spread her still-moist folds with my fingers, caressing the area with lingering motions.

"Ahhhh," she breathed, leaning back onto her elbows and closing her eyes.

I worked my way up as I continued my ministrations with my right hand, moving around to her breasts, gripping and caressing one with my left as I kissed and suckled the other. Once both had had sufficient attention, I continued down, trailing kisses down her rib cage, to her sexily curvy belly, down to her crotch, which was my ultimate goal. By this time I was on my knees in front of her. I kissed outside her folds, running my fingers around the area and up into the small patch of pubic hair adorning her mound. I spread her lower lips with my fingers and lightly licked, sampling the taste. She let out a long, low purr of a moan and sank onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs wider for me and lifting her pelvis up to meet my mouth. I slipped my tongue down into her, sliding into her passage. It was the first taste I'd had of a woman in years and I was delighted. She smelled and tasted of sex, but her growing arousal soon overshadowed this with flowing juices. She tasted different from any other woman I'd gone down on—slightly sweet, but tangy. It was glorious. I ran my tongue up and up until reaching the protruding bump of her clit. As soon as I put pressure on it she cried out, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face into her. Taking this as the not-so-subtle hint it was, I attacked her clitoris with my mouth and tongue, bringing her directly from one orgasm to another, even bigger one. Her cries became wild and her entire body lunged beneath me, her fingers gripping my hair painfully. My chin was drenched with her fluids, and it felt like her orgasm would never end. The second became a third and her fingers relaxed, her cries dwindled to moans and I pulled back from her, taking in the lovely sight of her splayed out on my bed, squirming and dripping, still feeling the after effects of three rapid-fire climaxes. Momentarily, she opened her eyes slightly, looking at me sleepily and content. "You . . . are fucking amazing," she whispered.

I stood and slid open the drawer on my nightstand, taking out a condom. I asked, "You up for more? That drove me crazy." I stepped forward, displaying my rigid member. I was aching to be inside her again. Going down on a woman always made me wild.

She sat up, a hungry look on her face. "Mmm, yeah. But it's my turn." She stood and snatched the condom from me. "Lay down, I'll take care of you."

I did as she asked and watched as she ripped open the wrapper and unrolled the rubber onto my cock. Her big eyes fixed on mine and she crawled forward until she was astride me. With no hesitation, she reached between her legs, aimed me and lowered herself onto my cock, taking my entire length inside. "Ahhh," she moaned, biting her lip as she looked down at me. She rested her hands on my chest for balance and started moving, slowly at first, then faster, an adorable look of concentration on her face.

Worried about distracting her, but unable to resist, I reached up and clutched her breasts, caressing and gripping them. They felt so soft and round . . . they weren't huge, but were much bigger than they looked through her clothes.

She cooed and looked down at me, her hair hanging down and tickling my nose. The look of concentration was gone, replaced with a shy one. "So, what do you think?" she asked.

It only took a second for me to figure out what she was referring to. "I think you're incredibly sexy. And not just these." I gave her breasts one more squeeze and slid my hands down her sides, over her hips and down to her bottom and thighs. "You have a great body," I finished, leaning up and kissing her. The kiss quickly went from sweet to passionate. She stopped moving and grabbed the sides of my face, her mouth devouring mine. She let me go and sat up, pulling me mostly out of her, slamming back down to the hilt with a groan.

"Mmm," I moaned. "You are ravenous, aren't you?"

She bit her lip again and nodded, making a small incoherent sound. She leaned back down, angling herself atop me and started moving insistently her hands gripping my arms, moving mostly with her lower body. I gripped her hips, starting to move with her, trying to be careful not to throw off her rhythm. She started fucking me harder, pressing herself against me with every down stroke, and her panting moans matched this pace. I flexed my cock inside, both to make it as hard as possible for her and to hold back my inevitable orgasm. I wasn't ready for this to end yet.

Thankfully I got a break, but still almost lost it due to how intense things became. With one last lunge she grew rigid against me, pressing our crotches together tightly, wrapping her arms around me and letting out another loud expression of pleasure. I threw my arms around her, holding her to me firmly, regulating my breath and trying to calm down as she trembled atop me.

Once it passed, we released each other. With me still nestled inside, her blissful look gave way to one of disappointment. "You didn't?" she asked.

Again, I knew what she meant and smiled. "Not yet. Very close, though."

She smiled back, relieved. "You take over. I think I overdid it a little."

"My pleasure," I said, waiting for her to climb off me before I sat up. She went to lie down and I stopped her. "Wait," I said, putting my hands on her waist and showing her what I wanted. She moved with me, taking my cues perfectly. "Like this," I finished, once she was on her knees.

She giggled, peering at me over her shoulder, her hair in her face. "I see. This should be good."

"It will be," I promised, taking position behind her. As I buried myself inside her, it struck me how natural all this felt. With my ex, we'd had trouble with this position, and having her on top was impossible. Our bodies didn't mesh. It made any positions aside from missionary awkward and frustrating. Jenny and I were having no problems, however. I wasn't sure if it was because we were closer in height or if our bodies were just a better fit, and really, it didn't matter. It worked, that was all.

She leaned back into my every thrust, throwing her head back, her short hair flying. It felt incredible to get so deeply into her, and I found reserves of energy I didn't realize I still had. Before long we were fucking with even more intensity than we had in the hallway. I realized I'd started making a growling noise, and didn't bother stopping. I felt like an animal at that moment, so it seemed fitting.

"Yes!" she cried, bucking against me and voicing her pleasure. I loved how loud she was, and made a mental note to thank my mother for getting my daughter out of the house. I had a feeling we would have been more reserved and less wild if the house hadn't been empty.

"Oh god," she whimpered, already reaching another orgasm. "Don't stop! Make me come again! Please . . . " She didn't have to ask me twice. I slammed into her hard, again and again, wanting to reach the end myself. With a groan that was almost a roar, I exploded inside her. She arched her back and howled in response.

Finally spent, I pulled out and sat back on the bed as she slumped face down on the mattress, panting and still shaking. After about a minute of recuperating, she turned her head to look at me, her hair messy and a sheen of sweat on her forehead. I could feel a layer of sweat on myself. That had been quite a workout. Gasping, eyes huge, she said, "God . . . you're . . . the best. The fucking . . . best!" She rolled onto her side, putting her hand on my thigh and squeezing.

"I could say the same about you, Jenny. You're a wild woman."

She smiled. "So I had a good idea, then?"

"The best you ever had," I replied, with a chuckle. I got up and disposed of the full condom. "You thirsty? I think we need a drink."

She nodded. "Among other things. Where's your bathroom?" I showed her on my way to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. I was able to visit the downstairs bathroom during my trip. After a few minutes, we met back up on my bed, a glass of wine each. We sipped our wine and sat in silence for a bit. I noticed she was no longer hiding herself—she was sitting cross-legged on my bed facing me, which left me with a nice view of all her assets.

Maybe it was because of all the exertion, or what I'd drank earlier in the night, but the wine hit me hard. I noticed Jenny starting to sway a bit, too. We didn't speak as we drank. We didn't have to. The silence was companionable, and I think we were both musing on the unexpected events of the evening. After awhile I noticed she was running her finger along my bare leg and to my stomach, idly tracing my contours. She was following her finger's path with her eyes and I was enjoying the attention. When she finally glanced up, I was smiling at her. She smiled back and cleared her throat. "Sorry, got distracted."

"You're pretty distracting yourself."

She glanced down at herself and then finished her drink. I stood, took her glass from her, and set the two empty glasses on my desk. I sat back down and caught her yawning. "You tired?" I asked.

"Yeah," she admitted, stretching.

"Maybe we should turn in?" I offered.

"I don't want to," she replied, a slight pout in her voice. I was struck again by how unbearably cute this woman was. Not just in appearance, but in mannerisms as well. "I don't want it to be tomorrow yet."

"Me either," I agreed, touching her smooth shoulder and around to her back.

She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes and then looked back down at her hands. She whispered, "Did you mean that? Earlier, I mean, when you said I was sexy?"

"I did. And I still do," I assured her.

"But I'm skinny—not curvy enough. My arms and legs are too long, and like sticks. And I could never get rid of this after the baby." She squeezed the pooch her belly made while she was sitting.

I shrugged and gently said, "Everyone's different. I think you're sexy because of those things and more, not despite them. You have great proportions, and you're graceful. As for your curves—you've got the right kinds."

She giggled, a little self-consciously, and her eyes met mine for a second before she looked away again. "You're very sweet," she said, softly. "I swear, I couldn't have picked a better pretend boyfriend." She drew in a shaky breath and added, "Could I ask you for one more favor?"

"Of course," I said, still idly rubbing her back.

"One last time? And like you were really my boyfriend. I . . . just want to see what it would feel like." She finally met my eyes and she was wearing that shy look again. I smiled reassuringly at her, and in way of answer, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. It was a slow, deep and gentle kiss. It went on and on, and somewhere during it, she taken my hardening cock in her hand, caressing it.