Taste Me (4 page)

“You devil. So you noticed, huh?”

“Couldn’t miss it with your lovely manicured
hands near your breasts.”

I gasped again; this time in worry. Sooner or
later he was going to see my breasts. Hope I don’t disappoint.

I felt his right hand slip up the back of my
blouse, unhooking my strapless bra. I’d soon be bare-breasted.
Oh, Dear God. It’s not too late for a miracle; make me bigger in
an instant.
Still holding my eyes, his hand slipped my bra
free, tossing it to the floor. Then his hands started roaming and
caressing. His mouth closed over mine again and we drank from each
other with renewed fervor.

His right hand reached and unzipped my skirt.
Then his hand pushed the hem of my skirt toward my waist, and his
hand floated across my bare midsection, brushing the underside of
my left breast, sending shock waves through me. Both nipples tensed
with excitement.

While he fluttered kisses up and down my
neck, his right hand slid up the side of my hip, and across my
buttocks his fingers sliding under the T-back band of my thong and
touching my bare skin, letting me know that with each touch he was
getting closer to my female intimate flesh. Next he was caressing
half way up my inner thighs. I felt moisture seep from my pussy. I
knew my thong had to be drenched.

With every move he made, more heat flooded my
body fueling desire and want. He rolled me up on top of him. My
breath caught. Both his hands slid under my blouse and down my
back. His touch was like fire. He bunched my skirt halfway down my
ass, making me feel another level of nakedness.

I caught a glimpse in my wall mirror. Me on
top of a stranger in my bed. My clothes askew, no bra, blouse
opened at the front, skirt haphazardly wrapped around my hips with
an almost non-existent thong on, for god’s sake. My own vulnerable
nakedness unleashed a heady want deep inside my female core. He
knew exactly what he’d been doing, whipping me into a frenzy to
fuck. And he’d succeeded. I’d never felt so carnal in my life. I
wanted this man. I wanted to fuck him.

He rolled me from one side of the bed to the
other, each time giving me a different sensation from his mouth,
his hands, the length of his strong body, and every time he pressed
me against his rock hard arousal. Each time I felt the length rub
against my soft folds, I gasped and moaned. He was driving me
crazy.

Then his kisses invaded my mouth again. I
savored his fresh taste, male, mint, and sensual. I rolled my head
from side to side, giving him full access to my sensitive neck,
loving his kisses and his hot breath against my skin. His hand slid
my blouse half off my left shoulder, then the other. His kisses
feathered along my shoulders and collar bones. Never had a man
spent such extraordinary time around my face and neck.

When his kisses went lower, I became my old
apprehensive self again worrying about the size of my breasts.
And apparently no miracle had happened.
I knew I’d rate as
average, but in today’s world there seemed to be so much emphasis
on a woman having enormous boobs. Well, I’d soon know if I was
acceptable to him. As he pulled my silk blouse to one side, the
fabric slipped across my nipple charging it with more desire. His
lips spread heat as his kisses got closer and closer to my breast.
He kissed and licked the side, then the underside of each breast.
His mouth nudged them as if feeling their weightiness, then his
mouth brushed my areola. I thought I would come any minute as I
felt the force of his hot breathing against my breast. And then I
felt the heat of his wet tongue against my tender aching flesh as
his mouth closed over my private nipple flesh and he began to taste
me. A shudder rippled through me.

I gasped and my moans escalated to groans, as
his tongue laved and loved my needy nipples. He suckled each one
back and forth. “Ohhh...you’re driving my nipples crazy…ahhh…ohhh…I
hope…” I let my voice drift off; I couldn’t say it. But he knew
what was on my mind.

He came to my mouth, reading my eyes, “You’re
wondering—”

“Am I enough for you?” I held my breath as my
eyes held his.

His right hand cupped my neck, as he
whispered, “You’re wonderful. Perfect for me.
Beautiful
breasts, Kara.”

His words were the
miracle
, assuring
me, but I just had to add, “I’ve thought about having them—”

He quickly said, “No. Don’t you even
think
about it. Your breasts are more than I need. I knew
that the first time I saw you.”

That jolted me. “What? When?”

“You came in the store one hot day in early
summer. You had a white tank top and shorts on. The
air-conditioning was on full blast in the store. I could tell your
nipples were chilled and peaked. My mouth watered every time I
thought about you.”

“Oh, my, I can’t believe you even noticed
me.” I was blown away by his reassurance.

He wasted no time in getting us quickly back
on the passion track. As he literally pulled me to a straddling
position across his hips, he slipped my blouse from me, letting it
drift to the floor. He pulled me forward, supporting my shoulders
as he lowered me down. My breasts were hanging over his mouth. They
were full of need to be nuzzled and sucked by this magnificent
stranger. As one breast slipped heavily from the corner of his hot
wet mouth, he opened for the other one. My nipples went from one
level of excitement to another. I started grinding my hips against
him. Heat flamed through me in raging streams. “Oh, my god, Jonah,
you’re driving me crazy. I’ve never been to this point before in my
life.”

He must have sensed my moans were filled with
urgency, because he rolled me over on the bed once again, slipping
my skirt down my thighs, tossing it. I had a thong and silk
stockings covering me.

With heat in his eyes, he said, “Kara, unhook
my belt.”

My hands grabbed for it and the zipper of his
pants, jerking as quickly as I was gasping for air. He raised his
hips, slipping his pants off with one motion, and pulling me over
on top of him again. With only his white boxers covering him, his
skin was like a blanket of fire against my nakedness.

We rolled to the other side of the bed. He
reached behind me, peeling back my comforter, then he rolled us to
the other side pulling back the other portion of the comforter
which slid off the foot of my bed. Now my king-sized bed was
uncovered, revealing soft white sheets, the intimate surfaces where
I slept alone each night.

He looked at my anxious eyes as he forced my
legs apart, leaning his length up across my body, supporting his
weight on his elbows. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as you,
Kara.”

I reached to remove my pearls. He caught my
hand. “Leave them on; you add elegance to your pearls.” Then he did
something that was the ultimate in sexy intimacy; he gave my hand a
gentle squeeze, then kissed it, licking and sucking my left ring
finger.
OMG!

His kisses spread conviction up and down my
neck. He savored my mouth, renewed his commitment to my throbbing
breasts, sucking my nipples into peaks of pink passion. His mouth
moved lower, licking and teasing my fluttering stomach and my hips
which were sizzling with an inferno heat.

As his mouth moved across my lower belly, his
kisses seemed as though they knew the location of everything female
about me deep inside my flesh: my ovaries, my uterus, my cervix,
and then lower still as if he was in some magical way calculating
the length of my female channel, my vagina.
Surely not.
But
this man seemed to think through every move he made.
Yeah, he
was an efficiency expert.

My hands slowly grasped my sheets, when his
mouth teased my landing strip of blonde hair leading south to the
point of no return. My labia had swollen past the edges of my thong
fabric, and I felt the heat of his breath pass over them. He kissed
my inner thighs, gently nipping my tender skin.

His hands reached for the band of my thong,
pulling it down across the sides of my hips. I raised them slightly
letting the T-string come free from the crack of my ass. I bent
both knees up and back, and he slipped my thong free of my body as
the band moved down my legs and off my feet.

He kept my knees apart and back toward me.
Except for my silk stockings, I was fully naked before this man I
barely knew. His eyes were full of raw heat as he gazed hungrily at
my pulsing pink folds on full display for him. “You’re gorgeous,
Kara, utterly stunning.”

I licked my lips, watching him gloat over my
flesh. A wanton impulse streaked through me, heading for my vocal
chords and then it was out. “Taste me, Jonah...all over. Lick
me.”

He went down between my legs, and when his
mouth nuzzled my fevered pussy lips, I cried out. “Ohhh…ahhh…oh,
please…
pleaseee.”

His tongue slipped between each fold and
crevice, taking inventory of everything I had to offer him. His
tongue left no nerve ending unattended as he explored my wetness
from end to end. There was nothing cautious or tentative about his
intentions. His tongue freely licked me from the crack of my ass to
the base of my clit, with extra time spent caressing and tempting
my clit into a fury of need. My clit had never been so aroused in
my life. When he tongued the hood, exposing the wet pink knot of
throbbing desire, I quaked all the way to my nipples that were twin
peaks of tight tension.

With each swipe of his tongue he went deeper
between my aching pussy lips, and then I felt the tip of his tongue
searching, feeling, probing for my tight opening. My fists had
clutched and jerked at my bed sheets in a squeezing frenzy, and
then I couldn’t control myself any longer. I fisted my hands in his
thick hair, holding his head and mouth against my wet heat. His
tongue slid inside my opening. I cried out. “Oh, my fucking pussy.
You’re driving me insane with your tongue. Oh, god, Jonah, lick
me…tongue fuck my pussy…I’ve never…never felt
that…before…ohhhh…ahhh…”

His tongue knew no limits, as it swirled
around inside my opening, feathering up against my ribbed G-spot. I
felt an orgasm building deep within me. My breath was beginning to
catch as I gasped. “Oh, my god, you’re gonna make
me…come…ohhh…”

He came up to my mouth smiling, then said,
“Before the night is over, I’m gonna make you come several times,
so you just let loose whenever you feel like it. Don’t hold back;
there’s always another orgasm waiting for you.” His eyes spoke
volumes, as he pressed his wet mouth against mine. “Kiss me and
taste your sweet nectar on my lips and tongue.”

I thought I’d scream at his raw sexuality as
my mouth licked and sucked at his, tasting my fragrant female scent
on his mouth. I swallowed and savored the intimate flavor, because
no other man had ever licked my pussy, therefore I’d never tasted
me, the woman aroused by this stranger covering my naked flesh.

I whispered to him. “I love your kisses
flavored by my wetness. Now fuck me and make me come.”

When he quickly slid his boxers off and I saw
how long, hard, and thick his cock was, I was tempted to take back
the brave words I’d just spoken to him. There was no way this big
fucker was gonna fit inside me. Yes, he was bigger than the dildo.
He had to be an easy eight or nine inches of rigid hard cock. But
my pussy clenched and pulsed with more optimism than my brain.

The head glistened with his pre-come and I
know he saw and heard me swallow. My mouth was watering. I couldn’t
help it; I wanted his cock in my mouth.

He smiled down at me, as he straddled my rib
cage with his knees, the head of his cock inches from my open
mouth. A large droplet of pre-come poised at the opening of his
cock, waiting to drip. In a low voice he said, “I want you to taste
the cock that’s about to fuck your tight pussy.”

His words shot excitement through me. I’d
tried oral sex with Roger, but didn’t like it, but with this
stranger it was different. This was primal, carnal, and lascivious.
A lusty hunger made my tongue eager to taste him; I
wanted
to suck his cock and taste his come. I propped myself up on my
elbows, opened my mouth wide, and moved my head forward, taking the
glistening head inside my mouth. My tongue swirled around the
slippery head, and my taste buds savored his slightly salty flavor.
I swallowed as my tongue stroked the underneath. I wanted more and
took as much as I could until I felt the tip near the back of my
throat. I knew I’d reached my limit, but a lusty urge inside me
craved more of his cock. An image flashed before me of sucking and
fucking him at the same time. I grabbed around his hips, holding on
to him as I moved my head forward taking him in my mouth again,
sucking harder.

He moaned above me, and my moans were like
hums against his cock sliding across my tongue. I felt his cock
twitch strongly, releasing more of his pre-come on my taste buds. I
moaned again at his male flavor as I swallowed. He popped his cock
out of my mouth. I groaned in protest. “More. You taste so fucking
sexy.”

He smiled. “Your luscious mouth is about to
drive me over the edge, Kara.”

I grinned up at him, satisfied that I’d
pleased him, and me as well. A flash of power washed through me,
thinking that maybe I could handle this stud after all. “Just
remember, Mr. Stranger, I’m gonna fuck you tonight as much as you
fuck me.”

He chuckled. “I’m convinced, so I’d better
get busy with you, hadn’t I?”

I nodded as he leaned down to kiss me deeply,
swirling his tongue against mine. “So how do you like tasting your
come on my mouth?”

“Very, very sexy. Makes me want to do all
kinds of naughty things to you tonight. Are you sure you want me to
fuck you with my throbbing cock, deep inside your pussy?”

“Oh, god, yes!”