Working for the Goddess Ch. 02

Their lips slowly parted. She looked up at him wide-eyed and breathless, wondering just how close this would get to her fantasies. She'd already committed with the deadbolt, but something in his gaze had assured her that if she pulled away, he'd let her. And then, with a word, he assured her that she wouldn't want any such thing.

"Knees," he said.

Marianna's legs buckled of their own accord, though the slight, meaningful but painless pressure of his hand on the back of her head helped. The pretty young maid sank to her knees before the naked stranger. She bowed her head, finding his magnificent cock pointing up toward her mouth, and knew she couldn't refuse this. Her lips parted only slightly as they came to his flesh, widening as he pushed up a warm mouth that would only welcome him if he made her.

He pushed down on her head. She welcomed that, too.

Soon, his hips bucked and his breath became heavy with moans as he fucked her mouth. Marianna held onto him with one hand at his thigh and another at his tight ass, her emotions and her body both soaring into arousal. Held in place and whimpering with pleasure as his cock head pushed along her tongue and the roof of her mouth toward the back of her throat, then backward and in again, Marianna focused on the full, unreal pleasures of this penetration that spread throughout her body and left her own sex throbbing. She reached down between her legs while the man worked her, finding herself so sensitive and ready that she was almost afraid to touch herself too much too soon. He paused just long enough to accommodate her while she pushed her panties halfway down her thighs to allow herself full access.

Their carnal act built until her nameless lover began to moan, and then Marianna's fingers went to work on herself. With only a brief flurry of movement, she set herself off, causing white flashes of light behind her eyelids as pleasure overtook her. Though oblivious to her dominating partner's cues while she came, she felt the overpowering urge to swallow in tandem with the throbs of her body, which allowed her to accommodate the bursts of thick fluid that now flooded her mouth and throat.

It tasted delicious. Heavenly. Wonderful. Fully enraptured by her body's reactions, she gave no thought to the hows or whys of it all. She surrendered and enjoyed, and found her head free to bob up and down and encourage more generosity from the member within her mouth.

When it abated, she looked up into the eyes of the man who'd given her such pleasure, his cock still partly welcomed into her mouth. He, too, was breathing heavy, but his eyes were alive with further desire. He reached down to her, guiding her up by her shoulders and even supporting her on wobbly legs kept together by the white lace of her panties, and gently kissed her lips and then her neck.

She, too, was still on fire. "Please," she managed. "Please."

He all but lifted her up, bringing her to the bed and laying her down on her side. Marianna's thighs were together but bent upward at the hip as she lay, such that her wet and needful slit was exposed to him and immediately alive with the sensation of his cock sliding past. She let out a moan of delight before he then shifted back once, just long enough to line up, still so stiff and strong that he didn't need to use his hands.

Marianna let out a cry of joy as she felt herself filled. The thrill of being used by this stranger with his firm but gentle hands and shameless desire had her completely enthralled. She distantly felt him work her panties down her thighs, over her knees and eventually off of her feet, but mostly she just felt full and wonderful for it. His pace held steady while he managed this, and then he paused deep inside her only once to lean forward, take a new position that allowed him to slip one hand into her blouse and hold her breast possessively before the fucking resumed.

Just as he had done when he took her mouth, her lover didn't let her participate. She couldn't buck her hips back at his much, nor could she kiss him, nor caress him. All she could do was lay there and enjoy it, and so she did that wholeheartedly.

She built steadily toward another climax, this one deeper and wetter than the first. Marianna had never gotten to that level of satisfaction through penetration alone, but her partner mercilessly drove her to it. Once more, she found herself stiffening and then shaking, only this time she could cry out as she came. He kept right on fucking her, just as she begged him to in her own language. It wasn't until her orgasm began to subside that she heard him grunt and moan and felt his thrusts change as he went over the edge. If anything, that only enhanced her feelings of satisfaction.

He allowed her to lie underneath him for several minutes, still warmly inside of her as they both came down from those heights. He knew when to slowly withdraw and get up, and even helped her regain her balance. Their eyes met briefly again as she wordlessly excused herself to the bathroom. He acknowledged her with a smile and nothing more.

Minutes later, straightened out enough to make her departure, Marianna stepped out and found him sitting on the bed. He offered up the white lace of her panties with a slightly embarrassed, slightly amused smile.

Marianna laughed. "Thank you," she said, reaching out to him for balance as she bent over to put them back on. He held her steady, his eyes warm and friendly once more. She saw no threat. He wouldn't make any sort of complaint. He was here to fulfill a fantasy, nothing more.

She leaned halfway into his lap for a last, deep, grateful kiss before she said goodbye and then left him in the room.

As the door shut, Evan lay back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. He'd planned on having more time to kill in the hotel restaurant and such before having to leave. Now things would be a little tighter. He certainly couldn't complain.

He felt incredible: potent, capable, momentarily satisfied. The afterglow of sex was still strong with him. Yet beyond all of that, Evan felt a deep, profound sense of fulfilled purpose, from the moment his cock first went inside her until now, laying on the bed alone. He'd felt this before, with Breanne, but that had been tied up with concerns about her relationship, the directions things might take and his many unanswered questions. He still didn't have all of those answers, but this brief incident went a long way to putting things into a thrilling, promising perspective.

"Thank you," he said into the empty room.