Authors: Sylvie Kaye
With a moan, she bucked her hips, but instead of taking her to orgasm, he halted, leaving her on the sizzling hot edge of satisfaction.
“I need more of you.” His voice sounded husky with want. He slid a finger along the bra portion of the corset, encouraging her. “Can I take this off?”
“What about your clothes?” She tugged at his belt.
He stayed her hand. “Right now it’s all about you.”
His mesmerising words left her breathless and motionless. When he hooked his fingers on either side of the lacy décolleté, she encouraged him with her eyes. With a few tugs, he obliged her and stripped the garment from her body.
Naked and exposed, she closed her eyes.
“Look at me.” When she did, he smiled. “Your body is to die for, and I’ve been dying to do this all through dinner.” He grabbed her bottom, one cheek in each hand and kneaded the bare flesh.
His movements were rhythmic, hypnotising. Any inhibitions she had about her body image melted away. She sighed and swayed into him. Her hot crotch cradled his cock. Through his pants, he felt rigid and long, every inch of his penis throbbing muscle. And he had quite a few inches.
He ground his hips into her harder and she hugged his neck. His shoulders were muscled. So were his thighs.
And his washboard abs.
She didn’t remember ever being with a man with such a toned body.
Fred hadn’t been into exercise. Of course, twenty-some years ago when they’d met standards had been different. A slight paunch was the norm.
She forgot about stomachs when Max spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her anus to his finger. He circled the puckered opening, making her squirm with delight.
“Do you like that?” His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine to coil in the very spot he was titillating. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I didn’t think I’d like it, but I do.” Actually she’d never thought about having her back door entered, but with him firing awareness into that area the idea grew in allure.
He tapped the pad of his finger against the opening, causing a heated, pulsating response. She clung to his neck, content to give herself over to his expertise.
Once he had her writhing with lust, he said, “We’ll get back to that later.” He abandoned pleasuring her ass to grasp her at the waist.
Her disappointment was short-lived when he kissed her lips. He
Frenched
her thoroughly before moving down her neck, nipping and sucking her tender flesh as he moved ever lower. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, her breath halted. Fire flickered at her nerve endings, contracting her pussy with every pull of his mouth.
With a moan, she clasped his head and forced his face even closer. Taking her cue, he pulled harder on the distended bud and rolled it between his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure. Tottering somewhere between pain and pleasure, she held him even tighter.
He moved to her other nipple and repeated his ministrations. Only now he reached down between her thighs and massaged his thumb over her clit while he manipulated her nipple. The dual actions drove her to the edge, fast. He pinched the nub between his thumb and forefinger, while biting her nipple with the same amount of intensity. White hot desire shot through her.
She didn’t want the delicious sensations tormenting her to end. Max had taken her to this height twice. She trusted him to bring her to this point again and again until she demanded to come. His persistence in prolonging the lusty ride was something she enjoyed and intended to savour.
“Care to kick it up a notch?” he asked, breathing heavily, tweaking her clit harder.
“It can’t get any better than this.” Her head lolled on his shoulder. His shirt smelt like clean laundry while dirty notions roiled in her imagination.
“It can if you want it to.” Withdrawing his hand, leaving her trembling from head to toe, he reached for the console table. The drawer slid open and she lifted her head to see what was inside. He pulled out a golden chain. “Ever been clamped?”
She stepped back to have a better look. “I’ve never seen such a gadget before.” She sucked in her bottom lip as he dangled the chain with its three vinyl-clad attachments in front of her chest and vagina. Oddly, it aroused her in some erotic way.
“It’s a toy, not a gadget, which means
it’s
fun.” His tone and smile were enticing.
“I’m all for more fun.” Her body shuddered with anticipation. “How does it work?”
“It’s easier if I explain as we go. The pressure shoots pleasure signals to your brain.” When she nodded, he clamped each nipple. He adjusted the tension on each clamp, slowly, and fire ignited her nerve endings. “It constricts the blood supply and increases your nipples’ sensitivity to touch and pull. How does it feel?”
“Oh-my-gosh.”
She spread her thighs so he could clamp her engorged clit.
“I gather that’s a good oh-my-gosh.”
“Yes, yes.” She spread wider, to hurry him up. It felt so good.
He clamped her and adjusted the tension.
“How’s that?”
“It makes me want to come.”
He straightened, standing tall and handsome in front of her. She kissed him lustily. He swept her mouth with his wet tongue and she quivered. Sucking and tugging, he reached between their bodies and jerked the golden chain. Mind-numbing stabs of heat raced to her nipples and clit.
“That’s incredible. Do it again.”
He grinned against her lips and ground against her body. The effect was intense, a combination of sting and thrill.
“Again.”
“You’re insatiable.” He removed his hand and pulled her snug against him.
With his fingers teasing her anal opening, he plundered her mouth and rubbed his torso against hers, rasping the golden chain so it tugged and pulled and excited her beyond belief. Her sensory receptors signalled a possible overload, but she refused to back off one heavenly inch. She clutched his shoulders and held on.
With a shift of his hunky body, he loosened himself and winked. “A few minutes are enough for a first-timer.” With his thumb and forefinger, he clasped the clamps attached to her nipples, one in each hand. “Prepare yourself for a rush.”
“I’m ready,” she said and held her breath.
He eased the tension from the clamps gradually. A slow painful flood of blood left her nipples flushed and protruding. He licked them, ever so lightly, and the cooling air soothed her flesh.
When he finished, she asked, “What about down there?” Her eyes signalled between her thighs.
“With a minimal amount of stimulation you’re going to explode with an incredible orgasm.”
Her throat went dry. Speechless, she nodded. He removed the clamp and, after a surge of blood flow, her clit stood erect and throbbing.
“Time we moved into my bedroom.”
Chapter Four
“Not much in here.” Max gestured to his king-size bed and the flat-screen TV on the wall. “That door’s the closet and that one’s the master bath, if you need to.”
“I’m fine,” Wendy said.
And ready, if the glint in her blue eyes was an indication.
After a letdown or two from the dating service, Max had given up and gone through a six-month dry spell. With his membership ready to lapse, he’d figured he’d give the email account one last look-see. That’s when fate had stepped in and Wendy’s bio popped up.
She moved from his side towards the bed, lithe and graceful, stroking her hand along the mattress. Her suggestive gesture made his cock rigid enough to break cement.
She just might be the woman of his dreams.
Mature and adventurous enough to suit his prurient tastes.
He strode over to her, kissed the back of her neck and whispered near her ear, “Babe, kneel on the end of the bed on all fours.”
She did as he asked, kneeling and peering back at him over her shoulder with a come-hither look to her glassy eyes. Her auburn hair was tossed wildly about her beautiful face. Her lips were pouty and lipstick-free after his kisses. His dick throbbed as he admired the picture she made. She was so sexy and earthy and womanly.
When he unbuckled his belt, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Her gaze zeroed in on his fly. She was keen to see his cock and he toyed with her by slowly withdrawing a cellophane-wrapped condom from his pocket and even more slowly unzipping his fly, one torturous notch at a time. Her breath rasped when the zipper opened wide and he finally dropped his pants and briefs.
His erection stood out, tall and long and hard. She licked her lips and her response pleased him, making him even stiffer if that were possible. Before sheathing himself, he grasped his cock in his hand and stroked it from base to head as she watched.
She groaned, all throaty and sexy.
“Ready?” he asked and she faced forward, bracing herself on her forearms.
He caressed her ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them to his view. The opening puckered and contracted and he circled it with his thumb. Moving on, he teased the moist outer and inner folds of her vagina with his middle finger before leaning forward.
He let the hair falling over his forehead tickle her soft fleshy orbs and
build
her anticipation. When her flesh quivered and her breath halted with her expectation, he planted kisses to her pussy. His first taste of her juices was musky and sweet…addictive. He felt her muscles tense and flex beneath his lips, heard her breathe in and out,
sensed
her effort to widen her kneeling stance.
He lapped his tongue between her folds, from her front to her back, over and over again. Finally, he touched her hot, wet clit with the tip. She moaned, loudly.
She was dripping. He rubbed the head of his dick in her juices, smearing her wetness everywhere, between the folds of her pussy and around her anus, taunting her into wondering what opening he’d penetrate.
“What do you want, babe?” He needed her to tell him.
“I want to come.” She hurried the words.
“How?”
He continued to rouse her tender flesh with the plump head of his cock.
“Anyway you want, Max.”
His heart hammered at the reply. She was too good to be true. Unable to hold back his enthusiasm, he thrust into her pussy with one stabbing push, all the way to the hilt.
She gasped, but bucked her hips into his lunge. “I’ve never felt so filled.”
To make it even better for her, he reached around and strummed her
sensitised
clit with his middle finger while he gripped her hip with his other hand and withdrew his dick.
“Please,” she pleaded, eager and greedy, before he had a chance to plunge again.
She
gyrated
her hips with wild abandon as he flicked at her distended nub and drove his cock into her from behind. Hard and fast, she set the rhythm. Her fleshy cheeks felt soft and giving and hot. They
glowed
a rosy
colour
from his pounding drives.
Then she whimpered. He felt her cum drip over his fingers, felt her contractions tighten around his shaft, felt his own spasm flood the condom.
Her leg muscles tensed and crumpled, while the stiff muscle of his dick went limp with satisfaction.
Standing behind her as she collapsed belly down on the bed with her legs dangling off the mattress, he smacked a kiss to her bottom before flicking the rubber off. He tossed it into the wastepaper basket next to the bed to deal with later.
He lay down beside her on his stomach, mirroring her position. He met her eyes, kissed her lips and smiled. “You were amazing.” He hugged her to him, his arm around her back.
“The multiple orgasms you promised,”
she
whispered, “I’ll need to take a rain check on them.”
He
chuckled,
glad, but he didn’t tell her that.
* * * *
Later, after he showered her fabulous body and massaged her tired muscles, delighting in the feel of her satiny skin, he escorted her home.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel,
realising
that more than the satisfying sex lifted his spirits. Wendy had been more than he’d bargained for. She was different, like a rush of fresh air. He had to see her again.
“I really enjoyed our dinner together. Would you like to go out again soon, maybe take in a movie?” He veered down the street to her address. His heart stuttered as he waited for her answer. He wanted to know her better, a lot better. Suppose she didn’t feel the same? Sure, she acted like she’d had a good time, but you could never tell with women.
“I’d love to. It’s been years since I’ve seen a movie in an honest to goodness theatre instead of on DVD.” She smiled over at him.
Dinner, sex and now even a movie seemed new and interesting because of her enthusiasm.
“Great. I’ll call you to set up a day and time.” He handed her his cell phone. “Could you punch your number in?”
When she finished with his phone, she returned it to his pant pocket, slithering her hand inside, nudging his cock playfully before dragging her hand away.