The Passenger Ch. 03

She looked down on me as she sat there, straddling my hips. Then she took my hands and slowly lifted the, until they touched her breasts. I smiled at the invitation. Then I gently caressed the outline of those lovely globes, my fingertips tracing the outer curves, playing lightly across the wonderfully soft, smooth skin. She closed her eyes and sighed. When my fingertips brushed her nipples, both at the same time, she let out a soft sigh.

I caressed her nipples with my fingers, ever so lightly, and I felt them grow harder every time I touched them, until they stood out from the swell of her breasts, proud and hard as pebbles. Then I cupped her breasts in the palms of my hands, lifting them, feeling the weight of them, all the while caressing those lovely tips, now rock-hard under my thumbs.

She sighed again and opened her eyes.

"Oh, Harvey... That feels so good..."

She bent forward until her breasts touched my chest, her hard nipples pressing into my skin. Her lips met mine, parted at the touch, and her tongue battled mine with a ferocity that I we hadn't known before. My arms found their way around her back and I held her as she drew her fingers through my hair.

Eventually we came up for air, and when we broke our kiss she sat up, looked down on me and smiled; a wide, happy grin. Her fingertips played with the hair on my chest, then slowly moved down across my stomach, caressing my skin lightly along the way. She spread the folds of her bathrobe, exposing my hips and hers, then she pulled the garment aside completely, freeing both of us. It fell onto the floor, and I'm sure we were both glad to have it out of the way. She continued to caress my skin with the tips of her fingers, and it felt wonderful.

Then her hands reached the base of my cock. For a moment she hesitated, then she touched it, felt it, ran her fingers across the skin of the shaft. She took it in her hand, lifted it. She put her other hand under my balls, feeling them through the skin of my sac. The look on her face was one of fascination. Rapture, almost.

Within moments my cock began to stir under her touch. She held it as it began to swell in her hands. She felt the heat of my blood infuse it as it grew longer, thicker, harder, her fingertips playing across the skin. Soon it stood up proudly, nodding slightly with my pulse.

With her fingertips she touched the exposed head, which by now was taut and shiny with tension, and I gasped at the contact. Gods, she had made me so hard! She ran her fingertips across the crown, and she smiled as my cock twitched in her hands, responding to every touch.

"That... is beautiful," she said softly. "It's a lot bigger than I thought it would be. At least it is now. And it's gotten so... hard. So warm."

"That's all your doing," I said. "You're touching me just right."

She smiled, and her fingers caressed my cock, which was like a bar of steel by now; starting at the base and slowly working her way up to the engorged head. When her fingertips brushed the crown my cock twitched again, and she giggled softly. But then she began to stroke the head, softly, carefully, hesitantly at first but soon more deliberately, and it was as if electric sparks of pleasure shot out of her fingertips and through my cock into my groin. I could not stifle a soft moan; the sensation was so intense.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered.

"Oh, Anne... You have no idea. It feels absolutely amazing."

"You're so hard," she said, looking down at my cock nodding back at her.

She took a deep breath.

"I think I'm ready," she said softly.

She bent forward and moved herself up on her knees until we were face to face. Our lips met once again and our kiss was long and deep. Then she broke it and reached down. I felt her hand take my cock, which had flopped up against my stomach. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt how she put the head of my cock between her thighs until it touched the warm, slick wetness that was waiting there. She was ready, no doubt about that.

I felt her push down on my cock, slowly and carefully, until the swollen head slowly pushed her soft, warm, slick folds apart. Further and further she pushed, until suddenly the head of my cock slipped between the silky smoothness of her nether lips, and they folded themselves around me, clasping me, gripping me, holding me in place.

The sound she made was half a sigh, half a moan. Then she pushed down on me again, and I slid another half an inch into her. A little more, a little further... I let her control it; not pushing myself up and into her, but just holding myself in place against her downward movements. She continued to lower herself, pushing back and down on my cock, and slowly, ever so slowly, I slid further into the hot, wet, velvety depths of her pussy, her inner folds parting before me as my cock invaded her most intimate spot further and further. It felt amazing.

After what seemed an eternity but was somehow still far too brief, I was inside her all the way. Her slick, hot inner flesh clasped my rock-hard shaft, and the heat of her inner core flowed into me. It was a wonderful feeling.

She looked at me and smiled, once again looking a little shy.

"That feels... strange," she said. "So... full. But in a good way."

She closed her eyes and sighed.

"And I like the way you stretch me. It feels good. You touch me in all the right places... And you're so hard and so warm. And it's so... intimate. I can feel you all the way inside me. So deep inside me... It's the closest I have ever been to you."

I reached out and caressed her face, moving away a lock of her golden hair.

"I love you, Anne," I said.

"And I love you."

She moved around me, slowly grinding herself into me, then she pushed herself up slightly so that I slid partially out of her before she lowered herself again, until I was back inside her all the way. She moaned softly, and a soft blush began to creep across her face.

She continued to move slowly, drawing me out of her; then lowering herself on my cock again. She closed here yes, and the look on her face was one of intense pleasure. She rode me with long, loving strokes, her clit hitting my pubic bone every time she impaled herself on me. Her velvety insides caressed me, molded themselves around me, as they gently but insistently stroked the engorged head of my cock every time I slid in and out of her. The feeling was exquisite, and I controlled my arousal with some effort, because I wanted to give her all the time she needed. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, and I reached up to caress them.

But it wasn't long until the rhythm with which she rode me became faster. The blush on her face grew darker and began to spread across her neck and chest, and her breath came deeper, more ragged. She still had her eyes closed; a droplet of sweat ran down her skin, and her face took on an expression of total focus, total concentration. I began to move as well now, matching her rhythm, thrusting up and into her every time she pushed herself down on me. My hands, which had been fondling her breasts, slid down to the small of her back until they reached the wonderful, smooth curve of her buttocks, and I held them, their plump firmness filling the palms of my hands as I pulled her closer to me, pushing myself up and into her as we moved together.

Our union became more and more passionate, and somehow the contact between her softness and my hardness became even more intimate as her arousal continued to rise. My rigid length entered her on each stroke, parting her honey-and-velvet inner flesh every time it slid into her, her soft, slick folds caressing and massaging the taut, sensitive head of my cock, and it was as if sparks of pure pleasure struck it and ran through the shaft into my groin. Ye gods, I was so close to losing control! But somehow, somehow, I managed to hold back the inevitable.

Then, suddenly, I felt her tense up, and her face contorted in an intense expression that was half pleasure, half pain. She let out a long, low "Oooooohhh!" and I felt her pussy clamp down on my hard cock. She ground herself into me with fast, frantic strokes as her orgasm hit her.

"Oooooohhhhh... OooOOOHHHHH!!!! Oh gods, ohhhhgggnnnNNHHHH!!!"

She pushed herself down as her body shook on top of me, and the force with which her insides gripped me were beyond anything I'd felt before. I bit my lip and somehow managed not to lose it as she came and came on my cock.

Finally I felt her relax a little, and she sat there for a few moments before she collapsed on top of me. Her copious juices coated my groin, and her skin was hot and sweaty against my chest and shoulder. Her golden locks spilled across my face as she lay there, spent, panting, and I held her until her breath began to slow again.

"You..." she began. "You... You were... right. That was... so good."

Then she opened her eyes, caught her breath for a few moments, and looked at me.

"You're still hard. Does that mean you didn't...?"

"Cum? No. I haven't yet."

I smiled.

"Not that it was easy to hold back," I continued. "You're amazing."

Her smile was like the sun coming up.

"Do you really think so?"

I nodded as I stroked her face.

"Yes. Absolutely. You're awesome."

"I could get used to doing this every day," she said.

"Worse things could happen," I said, smiling.

She pursed her lips, a naughty look in her eyes.

'Do you think you're up to that? I'm going to need lots of practice. Long and often."

"I'm sure we can manage that, if you'd like."

She bent down and kissed me, hard. Our teeth ground together, then her tongue found mine and proceeded to do battle, fiercely and passionately.

"That's how much I would like," she said after a while, her voice a little hoarse. "Does that answer your question?"

I nodded.

"Yes, it does. So, with that in mind..."

I put one arm around her and held her against me as I pushed myself up with my other arm and one leg. She squealed as we rolled over. Then I was on top of her.

"Brace yourself," I said. "Any last words?"

"Yes," she whispered.

She paused. I waited.

"Well?" I asked finally.

"That's it. Yes. Just yes."

I held her head between my hands as I kissed her. Then, slowly and carefully, I moved my lips down across her chin, the curve of her neck, then her shoulder. Arching my back and pushing myself up on one elbow, being careful not to let my cock slip out of her, I let my other hand slide down from her golden curls to trace the outline of her cheekbone, the further down until I reched the upper curve of her breast. My lips, meanwhile, had reached the top of her other breast.

I lightly caressed the creamy, smooth skin with my fingertips, tracing the outline of that wonderful, soft globe. My lips did the same with its twin. Her sigh was a sound of utter contentment. I continued my caresses, moving my lips and fingers in sync, making love to the soft flesh they touched. Down and down, across the outside curve of her breasts, then along the lower outline and back up and in. Then my lips and fingertips began to circle around her nipples, but not yet touching them. She sighed again, deeper now.

"Hmmm... That feels so good..."

I didn't reply, but continued to spiral inward, slowly, teasingly, homing in on the sensitive tips that were my ultimate goal. Closer and closer I inched, the tip of my tongue between my lips now, tasting the salty sheen of sweat that coated her skin. She moaned softly, part in pleasure and part in frustration, begging me to get on with it, begging me to touch her where she wanted it most, right now. But I refused to hurry, teasing her with the promise of the contact to come.

When I decided she had waited long enough, my fingertips at long last brushed her nipple, a moment before my lips and tongue reached the other. She let out a soft cry and I felt her pussy twitch around my cock at the contact. She crooned as my fingertips caressed that sensitive bud while my lips and tongue played across the surface of its twin.

Her nipples were large and hard under my caresses, and her moans grew louder as I began to suck on that engorged little nub. Wrapping my lips around it, I rubbed the tip of my tongue across the tip while my thumb and forefinger rolled and gently squeezed its twin.

"Oh, Harvey... That feels so good. You do that just right..."

Inwardly I smiled. I already knew the way her body responded to my caresses. I knew her most sensitive spots, I knew what she liked, and I knew how to drive her crazy with just the right mix of desire and gratification.

I let go of her nipples and pushed myself up and backwards, using my elbows and knees, slowly withdrawing my still-hard cock from the warm honey-and-velvet of her pussy. It made a sopping sound, and we both smiled. When I was almost entirely out of her, her nether lips clasping my head just behind the crown, I reversed, slowly but relentlessly drilling my way back into her hot, wet core, penetrating the most intimate depths of her body as the silky folds parted once again before the engorged head of my cock. I felt the wonderful friction of her slick inner flesh sliding around my most sensitive flesh as she held me like a velvet glove. Deeper and deeper I slid into her until I finally bottomed out, the head of my cock just touching the end of her love tunnel, ever so lightly, and we both moaned in unison as the base of my cock rubbed against her clit.

I put my hands back on her breasts, her hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I withdrew my cock from her hot depths again, then slowly but irresistibly drove back in. I emptied her, filled her, emptied her, filled her, my strokes long and slow and deep, but gradually becoming more forceful, and she began to move with me, pushing herself up to meet my thrusts.

She tilted her head back, her eyes closed, a deep blush covering her face and upper chest as I fucked her, my strokes stronger and faster now as my passion rose and rose, and I felt her pussy get even hotter and wetter as I invaded that most intimate and sensitive part of her body again and again. Her moans became louder and more frequent as my pace quickened, and the expression on her face told me she was close to cumming again. Which was a good thing, because I was about to topple over the edge myself.

By what manly effort I managed to hold it off I may never know, but fortunately it was only a few moments before she suddenly groaned, putting her hands on my shoulders and her legs around the small of my back, her heels pressing into me as she pulled me inside her. Sensing that she was on the very verge of cumming, I shortened and quickened my strokes, staying deep inside her while she ground herself against me, the base of my cock mashing her clit. Her moans got louder and louder as her arousal peaked and then her climax hit her.

"Ohhhh... Oh, gods, yes, ohhhh... Ohyesohyesohyes... Oh! Oh! OohoohhhhhHHHHHH!!! "

Pushing myself as deeply into her as I could, I suddenly felt a wave of heat suffuse her inner center, and a flood of her juices flowed around me and out of her, the wetness spreading between us. Her fingernails dug into my skin as she gripped me tightly, the muscles in her thighs taut as cables, her heels pushing into my back, keeping me deep inside her as her pussy began to spasm around my hard cock.

I had been holding off my own orgasm by sheer willpower, but the feeling of her heat engulfing me, and the wonderful sensation of her inner muscles gripping my steel-hard shaft along with the delicious friction of her hot, slick, wet inner folds stroking the head of my cock were simply too much. I let out a scream of my own as a lightning bolt of sexual energy struck the head of my cock and ignited an explosion of pleasure within it.

I pushed myself into her as deeply as I could with one, mighty, final thrust. My cock erupted in a cascade of fireworks as I came inside her, a flood of stars bursting out of me and filling her inner depths, and the force of my discharge added itself to hers as she shuddered and shook under me with the intensity of our mutual orgasm. Then the first thick jet of my cum burst out of me with a power and force I had rarely known before, splattering her insides, the juices of my release mingling with hers. Another spurt, and another, as we came together, her spasming cunny milking my spurting cock for all it was worth, my thrusts prolonging her orgasm, the contractions of her inner muscles enhancing mine. It seemed to last forever as we rode that incredible tidal wave of pleasure together.

After a seemingly timeless eternity the wave finally ebbed, and we simply held each other, my sweat mingling with hers, our combined juices wet between our bodies.

"Oh my... Is it... always... this good?" she panted.

I smiled.

"Between the right people, yes, it usually is. And I think you and I are right for each other."

She nodded happily.

"I think you and I... It works. This is awesome. It feels so... I don't know... So right. So intimate, so close. And you got so much harder inside me right there at the end, and then I felt you cum... And you filled me so nicely. You were so deep inside me. It was... amazing."

I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her face was still running with sweat, her lips tasted salty, and a lock of her hair was plastered against her forehead. She looked lovely.

"I'm all sticky," she giggled, somewhat later.

"Me too," I said. "In a good way. Good sex should be messy. Messy and sticky and wet."

"Oh, wow," she said, looking at the bed. "It was."

A large wet spot had spread underneath us. If the bedding hadn't absorbed all of it, we'd have been lying in a puddle. Anne looked embarrassed.

"Did I do that? Oh, Harvey, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I said, gently stroking her sweaty cheek with my fingertips. "Do you have any idea how sexy that is? There is nothing that turns a man on more than a good splash of lady-juice. Especially in the face."

"Your... face?"

I smiled.

"Or anything. The wetter the better. And cleaning each other up afterward is part of the fun."

I sat up.

"Speaking of which..."

Ten minutes later we were in the bath, sitting across from each other in warm water and foamy suds. I cupped my hands and poured some across her shoulders, watching it cascade down the tops of her breasts, which were just visible above the foam. I ran my hands across her shoulders, tracing the swell of her breasts until, dipping under the waterline, I let my fingers slide down across her skin, feeling the lines of her body that were now hidden from my eyes. Down, down, across her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

Once again she gave me that look that was half shyness, half excitement. Then she leaned back and slowly parted her legs when she felt the caress of my fingers there. I moved between them, slowly working my way up to the apex between her thighs until I touched the lips of her pussy. Slightly dipping into the warm stickiness that still lingered between them after our lovemaking, I ran my fingertips along the folds around her entrance, from bottom to top, until I found her clit. I traced its outline with my finger, touching her very lightly. I wasn't trying to get her off, I just wanted to make her feel good.

She closed her eyes, and I felt her little pleasure button slowly swell and harden again under my touch. When my fingers returned to the lips of her pussy and gently caressed them, I felt them grow larger and flower open under my fingertips. She sighed, a look of complete bliss on her face.

"Oh gods, Harvey... That feels so good... I feel good all over."

"Good lovemaking does that to you."

"It's like I can still feel you inside me."

I let the tip of my finger slip between the lips of her pussy, gently caressing her opening, but not entering her. Not yet.