Simone Revealed

Alex seemed to not only know it and embrace it; she seemed to be jacked directly into my brain. When she spoke her words brought an image to my mind with powerful clarity and translated almost instantly to my body. It was everything. The words she said were just as important as her voice, sensuous in my ear. The warmth of her breath, the knowledge that she wanted me in every way she could have me. It was there in the way she said the words. It was just her! All the little factors that made her up, made her unique, made her irresistible.

Suddenly I could walk again. I needed this to happen. I needed release and I needed it to be Alex's actions as well as her words that gave it to me. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. When we arrived, I turned to face her again. She pulled off her shirt and stepped toward me. "You're beautiful." She said. I bit my bottom lip, nervous, excited. Her eyes slid over me and I could feel her gaze like a caress. Where it touched, I tingled. She undressed me slowly. I'd worn a dark blue spaghetti strapped t-shirt and a pair of tight dark jeans. She pulled the shirt off first. My breasts were bare. She ran her fingertips along the curve of the sensitive mounds with the barest of touches. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and I heard Alex groan low in her throat as she watched my pulse jump in my neck like a frightened rabbit. She continued to stroke my breasts, moving ever closer to the hard aching points of my nipples while her lips and teeth wrapped around my pulse.

She suckled my neck and my fingers clutched her shoulders. Her hands cupped my breasts and I whimpered when she used her palms to tug on my nipples. She kissed her way down my body and I wept when her lips closed around one hardened peak. My hands held the nape of her neck pressing her closer. Part of me could hardly believe it was happening. She'd unzipped my jeans at some point. I couldn't think past the warm wetness of her mouth pulling my entire breast into her mouth. She broke contact to strip my jeans down my legs and help me out of them. I'd worn a simple white thong. She moved around me and I closed my eyes waiting. The anticipation was almost as intense as the pleasure. She grabbed my ass gently, palming the globe and squeezing. My panties were soaked. She came back to the front and pulled the thong off. I was exposed. My clit protruded from between the engorged lips of my pussy. I felt the heat of her mouth, so close, as she had me step out of the drenched fabric.

I held my breath. It was almost too much, almost too intense. Her tongue slid over my pearl in one long, slow stroke and I came in a flood. She groaned again. She picked me up suddenly and placed me on the edge of the bed. Kneeling at the side, she pulled me closer. I looked down along my body and watched her gaze at me. I was dying for her to finish it. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. I whimpered pleadingly and she took pity on me, leaned forward and placed her lips against me. Her tongue eased in slowly and she licked along my inner lips collecting all the nectar she could.

Oh. My. God. I was breathless; my heart felt like it would break free of the confines of my chest, my legs began to shake. I couldn't make up my mind what to do with my hands and they fluttered like restless butterflies from her head, to her hands, to the bedspread. She didn't rush, her tongue moved slowly, deeply, confidently. All my fantasies evaporated in the wake of the heat the truth of her evoked. Her big hands held me in place, gently but firmly. The surety of the strokes of her tongue drove me crazy. She moved as though she'd delved into me this way many times before.

The second orgasm began in the center of my body and moved out until I felt as though I had dissolved. I couldn't even scream with the pleasure. I didn't realize I had passed out until I came to with Alex looking down at me. She'd moved us deeper into the bed. "Welcome back." She said softly. She lay beside me on her side. Her fingertips traced a lazy figure eight around my navel and small shivers wracked my body.

"How long was I out?" I asked. I was acutely aware of her touch and had a difficult time focusing on her answer.

"Just a few minutes. Do you want to continue?" She asked. I felt light as a feather and knew I looked equally languorous. I gazed at her lying almost fully dressed next to me and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not nearly finished with you. What I do want to know is why I'm naked and you're still wearing all those clothes?"

"That's a good question." She said.

"Do you not like to be touched?" I asked her. It was certainly a possibility. It would be a great disappointment but I would deal with it.

"I love to be touched." Alex informed me as she stood and began to disrobe.

I watched her with hungry eyes. I'd dreamed about her body being revealed to me. She pulled her beater over her head and I ran my eyes up along the gently rounded curve of her stomach. Her breasts were perfect. Full, round, perky. Her nipples were already hard and I couldn't think of anything I wanted more in that moment than to run my tongue over them. She watched me study her and the heat in her gaze was enough to sear. She pushed her pants down and I managed to tear my eyes away from her chest. She wore a pair of tight white boxerbriefs. She also wore a harness. I stared at the thick bulge imagining the pleasure to be had with the use of the tool she'd chosen. "I debated on whether to wear this, bring it with me or leave it at home. I couldn't bring myself to leave it, just in case. And it seemed worse somehow to pull it out of a bag if we ended up needing it." Alex said as though she had read my mind. Hell maybe she had. "If you're not into penetration I'll take it off." She advised me. I grinned at her. I could have pretended to be offended by her assumptions but I looked down again and saw the long imprint of the piece. The thick tip was only a breath away from the edge of the shorts. I imagined watching her entering me with it, seeing excitement in her eyes as she watched my pussy sucking it in. I wanted that delicious pleasure of being opened and filled up, with my lover's weight behind her thrusts pushing her dick in deeper.

I shook my head to let her know it wasn't a problem. "I want everything you've got for me." I told her. I didn't tell her it had been over two years since anyone had used a strap to penetrate me, just as I didn't tell her that it had been over a year since I'd last had a lover. She nodded and returned to the bed. Energy pumped through me. I was going to make sure I got all I could handle of what I wanted, in case I never got it again.

I moved so I was above her, straddling her waist when she returned to my side. She put her hands up behind her head and studied me. I shuddered at the sensation of having her dick pressed tightly against me. I rubbed myself against it, wetting her underwear, pleasing us both. She moaned with me when I slipped over the edge. Her hands smoothed their way over my back. "It's so sexy seeing you lose control Simone. I've spent countless hours imagining what it would be like to have you outside of the workplace, outside the suits and the polite conversation. I wanted to know if I could make you scream, what you would taste like, how wet you would get and what it would feel like to be inside of you. My dreams didn't come close."

I placed my lips against hers because nothing I could think to say seemed adequate to express all that I was willing to give her. I was no simpering virgin, no emotional cripple. I was not a woman who'd never had incredible sex before. Still, I'd never felt like Alex made me feel with anyone. No one had ever gazed at me with such burning sincerity before. For the first time I felt what it was like to have someone look at me as though I was the only woman they could see. It was heady; a brilliant rush. She accepted my kiss and returned it with as much passion as she did tenderness.

I nibbled my way down her body; reveled in her moans and sighs. Being with a stud that didn't try to deny or forget that she's a woman was like a breath of the sweetest freshest air. Gender identity issues are tiresome and definitely not for me. Alex was not afraid to express her delight with what I was doing to her. My lips brushed lightly across her nipples and her hand buried itself in my hair pressing me closer, silently urging me to take her into my mouth. I obliged, sucking first gently, then, when she encouraged it, with more force. Her skin was smooth, soft, supple and delicious. My tongue danced across her nipples, teeth nipped lightly, lips suckled. "You know what you're doing with that mouth of yours." She moaned as I continued to move down her body. I grinned against her.

When I reached the waistband of her boxers, I ran my tongue along the skin just below the snug material. I could feel her stomach muscles clenching and it shot my arousal up. I could smell her. That same earthy note that had first ensnared me was now deeper, more pungent. Intoxicating. I wanted to taste her, to feel her wet and slick on my tongue. I contented myself with teasing both of us by running my tongue along the length of the thick phallus she wore. I heard her breath catch and felt powerful beyond measure in that moment. I pulled the boxers down until the dick popped out. The bulbous head was resting on the tip of my tongue before I'd fully realized it was my intent. Seeing the flames rise in her eyes was all the motivation I needed to give her a show. Eyes never leaving hers, I swirled my tongue over the head while moving my hands down. My left gripped the base of the thick dick so I could hold it steady for what I was about to do; my right slipped into her boxers and teased her pussy lightly. I wrapped my lips around the tip and began sucking it in. She didn't just gasp this time, she groaned as though she could really feel what I was doing. Her hand was again buried in my hair, guiding my movements, adding to both of our enjoyment. I slid two fingers into her pussy and couldn't help but moan around her dick when I felt the copious amounts of wetness I encountered. I'd never in my wildest dreams have imagined she would be so wet. She squeezed my fingers tightly with her walls when I began reintroducing myself to deep-throating. When I looked up at her she grinned at me. I took as much of the long black monster as I could. It filled my mouth and I knew she was watching my lips wrapped around her piece intently. When giving a blowjob to a fake dick, it's obviously not about sensation. The visual is what incites the heat. A half-assed attempt is not sexy.

We reached the boiling point at the same time. She pulled me back and I moved above her anxious to have her filling me elsewhere. I gripped the dick and slowly eased myself down onto it. Words fail. Beyond the physical sensation of being opened, plugged; her face was an erotic feast to behold. Her eyes were nearly black they were so dark with her excitement. She was biting her full lower lip. She watched me take her python and I found myself riveted studying her face and seeing how much it turned her on. I threw my head back, gripped her forearms and arched my back deeply then screamed when orgasm surfaced unexpectedly. Like a great leviathan emerging from the murky depths, it had been rising undetected. While I'd been so involved with examining her expressions I hadn't been paying attention to my body continuing to run toward a massive peak. I had only taken half of the veiny shaft when I began cumming. Alex took advantage of the additional lubrication my climax provided combined with her hold on my arms and pulled me down the rest of the way.

I couldn't speak. Her hard thrust rocketed me back up and over. She continued to grind her dick into me while buried deeply. She was touching an area of my body no one had ever reached and caused pleasure. I didn't consider myself one of those women that enjoyed cervix hits. But the pleasure pain I was feeling right then was keeping me on a rollercoaster of climaxes. I'd never achieved multiple orgasms before. Once a friend tried to explain what it was like but the descriptive fell short because I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the concept, couldn't put myself in the place of someone capable of having them. I understood then. I couldn't keep track of the number. I couldn't understand the words coming out of my mouth despite being unable to stop speaking them. Half weren't even English. I spoke in a language I'd thought I'd forgotten because I hadn't used it in so long. I was probably babbling incoherent adjectives trying to convey how amazing what I was feeling was.

My pussy throbbed viciously around the dick when it finally ended. I shivered uncontrollably as I straightened. My breath burst forth in ragged pants. My thighs quivered with each movement. Alex remained still for the moment. My hair hung obscuring part of my face while I struggled to regain control. Her big hands came up to stroke over my breasts. My nipples, rigid and aching, seemed to strain toward her. I felt full yet I wanted more, so much more. My body was not yet satisfied, not yet ready to admit defeat. Alex took over for me while I was still searching for the ability to start moving. She gripped my hips, lifted me up a few inches and slid the dick deeply in and out while hitting all sides of my pussy. She pulled out some high quality porn shit on me and in a half dozen rapid and rough strokes stripped me of hard won sophistication. I traveled back to my hood roots, let whatever came in my head spill out without bothering to grammar check it. I'd never realized even during sex I code switched. The pleasure Alex made me feel unlocked the understanding that you're not supposed to be able to think that clearly nor should you care when you're in the midst of a passionate session. Maybe I'd only thought I'd known passion before. Whatever the case in my past had been, there was no holding back with Alex. "Ooh fuck! Oh, God damn, I ain't never had no shit like this!" I told her. She grinned at me.

"You like the way I'm working that pipe?"

"Ooooooh fuck! Oh yes, yes. Keep going Alex. I'm going to come again." I pleaded. I gripped my own hair and pulled. It was right there, riding the fine edge. Like a high speed chase my orgasm pursued me. With just the right pit maneuver it would catch me and the collision would be magnificent.

She increased her tempo and my eyes opened in shock. That was the push. Intense pleasure slammed into me at lightning speed. I screamed until I had no air, until my throat burned and people outside might think something sinister was being done to me. Then I flooded her strap. Literally. I felt my body release, felt the sticky wetness run over my thighs.

"Fuck!" Alex gasped. She moved us, rolling over so she was above me. "Jesus, you're amazing." She told me. I wept without shame or control. She kissed away my tears, never losing her rhythm. Each time she entered me I crested. It was as though each thrust pushed me up another level.

My nails clawed her back when I hit another shattering point. I drew blood but she didn't stop. "Please, Alex." I begged, not even completely sure of what I wanted, whether I was pleading for her not to stop or to grant a reprieve.

"More?" She asked. She'd stopped moving, left the dick buried inside me. My pussy throbbed and convulsed around it.

"More. From the back." I found myself answering.

Alex pulled out slowly, and then moved to the side of the bed. With her feet planted firmly on the thickly carpeted floor, she waited while I shifted. I arched my back deeply, felt myself open and ready as I offered my pussy up to her. She slapped my ass sharply. I cried out with shocked excitement. It felt like her hand had begun the spread of fiery need over every molecule of my skin until I could no longer differentiate between one part of me and the next. The next blow wasn't as shocking but just as arousing. "Oh fuck, please, don't tease me baby." I begged. She obliged by pushing into me roughly, filling me. I clawed the sheets. She didn't pound into me as I'd expected. Her strokes were long, deep and measured. She touched that spot deep inside again just barely grazing it every time she pushed into me. Her hands, those glorious long-fingered, slightly rough-palmed hands, caressed my back. She gripped my throat and lifted me up so I was sitting up riding her. She was so strong; I could feel it in her hand. Yet she controlled it which turned me on even more. She spoke in my ear in a voice rough with passion and dominance.

"Cum bitch!" Her words flipped the switch and she held me firm against her chest when I came with body bucking force. It blanked my mind and left me floating in a sea of undiluted ecstasy.

I woke in the early hours of the morning. Alex lay beside me sleeping. My head was pillowed on her bicep as she spooned me from the back and her arm was draped over my waist. I felt safer than I had since I was a kid; in the days when my father was still comfortable around me, showed affection easily. I was so small next to her, she completely cupped me. I started to snuggle deeper into her but froze when I moved against her dick. My body was a mass of sensation; I tingled everywhere, as though even as I slept I'd been reeling from her performance the previous night. My mind hadn't started sorting out individual areas yet.

Alex gripped my thigh so suddenly I let out a short scream. It was cut off by a gasp when she lifted my leg and entered me from behind. My pussy was still ridiculously wet and she slid in easily, despite the fact that I was tighter than the previous night. It's my pussy's way of absorbing a really good fucking; locking itself down, almost like it was afraid the sensation would leak out. She pushed in deeply and withdrew quickly. And so began her rhythm. No foreplay, none was needed. My body was on high alert where she was concerned. The fact that right out of sleep she was diving into me like she had no doubts I would still be humming from what she had done to me last night, amazed me.

I threw it back at her strokes making it rougher, harder, deeper. She was hitting my G-spot but the sensation almost felt as though it were upside down. "Ooooh! Oh, baby, oh, Alex baby right there. Ooh shit. Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, don't stop. Please, please, don't stop! I'm bout to cum. I'm bout to - I'm coming! Ohmigod! I'm fucking coming all over your dick!" I moaned as it built and built and finally tumbled out of me. I ended screaming her name, shaking my way through a body numbing orgasm and praising her in Portuguese. I'm not even Portugese! Alex held me tight through it, keeping the dick moving in and out of me, prolonging everything. It was a bonus layer of cake for the sense-sational feast being with her was. I came for what must have been a minute or two but what felt like an hour. I collapsed to the bed when it was over. She pulled out of me and held me while the aftershocks worked their way through me.

I was barely conscious but I was thinking quite clearly that I was in trouble if she decided she never wanted to fuck me again. It would be a special kind of cruel to make me feel the way she did and then take it away. I prayed for whatever God there really is to let me keep this woman, to let her keep fucking me like this. I must have fallen back into sleep at some point. I came into my dream as though I'd woken up into it. A feeling of lucidity yet disconnection from self filled me. I was astride Alex's face in a reverse cowgirl position, her tongue was moving inside of me in ways that should have been illegal if not impossible. I shuddered in the dream. She gave unreal head. I don't know how she didn't have an army of stalkers. I felt her hands gripping my hips and the sensation was so tangible I began to wonder if I was actually dreaming at all. I felt my legs shaking and heard myself moaning and whispering, "So good, so good." over and over again.