Taste Me (5 page)

“Then I’d better get my pants and put a
condom on.” He started to move.

I grabbed him with both hands. “No. Don’t. No
condom. I want you to fuck me raw, naked, bareback. I want to feel
your hot come shooting off inside me. I’m on the pill. And I trust
you’re safe like me.”

“Haven’t been with a woman in over a year.
Somehow I knew I hadn’t met the right woman, until you. And yes, I
want to feel your naked, wet pussy clenching my cock, as you come
all over it. You remember I promised to make you come all night
long.”

“Oh, god, yes. That’s all I’ve thought of,
and I’m about to go out of my mind.”

He quickly got between my legs again, licking
my pussy, spreading my soaking lips. I knew his oral stimulation
was preparing my opening for his penetration, and I couldn’t wait.
My pulse was beating with raw anticipation of being fucked.

I propped my head against the pillows and
looked down across my naked belly, legs splayed apart, him in
between, positioning the head of his cock against my tender folds.
His cock still glistening from my saliva, now sliding from one end
of my pussy lips then slithering across and around my aching clit,
then back down between my swollen pussy lips.

I flinched as he pushed the head against my
tight opening, straining, stretching until my opening yielded, and
giving way to being penetrated by the biggest cock that had ever
invaded my female flesh. Jonah watched my eyes as he forced his
thick cock past my tight opening. I gasped and clutched the bed
sheets when the head slipped inside me. I cried out. “Oh, my
fucking pussy feels wonderful with your cock inside me. Oh, god,
Jonah, I can’t believe you’re inside me. You’re a fucking monster.
Ohhh….”

He took his time with initial slow thrusts
forward and strokes back to my opening. Each movement took my
breath away as his cock stretched my walls going in and tightening
as he retreated. Back and forth. I continued watching as the
comfort increased as he inched deeper into me. I’d never felt so
full in my life. My female flesh was stretched tight, but I’d
released so much lubrication his sliding in and out of my private
opening was a perfect fit for maximum stimulation. Tight but silky
smooth.

By now he had seven or eight inches buried
inside my tender tight pussy, and I relaxed around him feeling good
as a woman that I could handle that much cock inside my pulsating
body. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts and pull backs, but
every three or four thrusts he slowly pulled all the way out,
letting his cock, glistening with my female wetness, bob against my
clit. I panted and moaned out. “Inside, please…back inside me.” His
teasing me whetted my hunger for his thick cock to fuck me.

Each time he re-entered my pussy, a new
thrill coursed through me as his thickness thrust deep into my
tender inflamed flesh brimming with need. He got our rhythm going
again, then he leaned down teasing and sucking my nipples. I loved
listening to his masculine moans when his mouth was suckling my
breasts. He’d convinced me that my breasts were special and turned
him on.
OMG! This man could become habit-forming.

After sending my nipples into another
pleasure zone, he smothered my mouth with the most ravenous,
lipstick-smearing, kisses I’d ever felt. My fevered lips sought his
and my flashing tongue met his. Then he began to whisper to me.
“Would you like to take a rest and chat awhile?”

“Are you kidding me?” I couldn’t believe he’d
asked that question.

He chuckled. “Well, I didn’t want to be too
forward with you the first time.”

I had to laugh. “Yes, well, I suppose we
should keep this rather innocent the first time.”

He chuckled again, his mouth driving my mouth
crazy, as he sucked at my lips, his cock still thrusting inside me.
I was being lusciously assaulted on both ends. He said, “You’re the
most sensuous woman I’ve ever known, Kara. Are you ready to
come?”

“Oh, my god, yes!”

“Is it okay if I make you come like never
before?”

His talk was arousing me. I panted into his
mouth, as my hands clutched his back, my fingers desperate. “Oh,
god, yes! I want you to fuck me until I come like crazy and I want
to feel your come spurting inside me. Oh,
please
make me
come like a wild woman.” I almost couldn’t believe I was pleading
with this stranger, but I was. “Fuck me, fuck me good.”

He said, “Gladly, because I want to feel your
womanly orgasm all over my cock. I want you to slick me with your
womanly wetness.”

Oh, my fucking stars, this man really knows
how to whip a woman into a frenzy by just talking to her.

He rose back up, locked my legs in place with
his strong arms and increased the tempo of his thrusts. I saw the
heat flash in his eyes as he watched me. I felt as invaded by his
penetrating look as I did by his thick cock thrusting hungrily into
me.

He angled his cock slightly and each thrust
and pull back brushed my clit and its hood of skin stretched and
stimulated by his relentless fucking. The tightness of our flesh
generated a heat that began to radiate from my core, spreading like
a wildfire through my hips, my bottom, up through my belly, my
everything.
Oh, my, fuck!
I felt my orgasm building. It was
like a pending storm, building, and building with every wonderful
thrust of his cock. The anticipation of when the storm was going to
flood me was a teasing, painful feeling. I’d never been so strung
out with anticipation.

He must have sensed the swirling storm of
want inside me. His tempo shifted once again, this time going
deeper, bumping against my cervix, making me feel a new kind of
nakedness. No man had ever been that deep inside me. The sensation
was overwhelming. This man was going to claim my most private
depths with his come-loaded cock. And I couldn’t wait.

Muscles in my stomach began to tighten; my
pussy had this unquenchable need to greedily clutch his fucking
cock and never let it go. With each thrust my breasts wobbled and
bounced. They felt like floating volcanoes, weighty with heat,
wanting to vent their heat through my aching nipples. My entire
body was charged to explode into a universe of hurling stars driven
by the ferocity of his fucking me.

His stamina drove his thick thrusts.

I saw the look of plunder in his eyes. I knew
then nothing could stop what was about to happen between us.

Between heavy breathing, he said, “Kara,
honey, you’re right on the edge. Meet me thrust for thrust, and
I’ll take you someplace you’ve never been. I. Want. Your. Orgasm.
Give it to me.
Now!”

He unbraced my legs, lifting my hips from the
bed, clutching them with his big hands. I hooked my legs around
him, locking my ankles. As he pulled me against his rock-hard cock,
I arched searching for more depth and got it. The wildness of his
fucking cock was demanding my orgasm, and I gave it up. A chaos of
waves filled with flooding spasms washed through my body, crashing
upon what I’d previously experienced sexually and eroding it away.
Altering forever how I would view sharing my body with a man. Not
just any man, but this man.

“Oh!
Jonah!
I’m…I’m…oh, my god, you’re
making…
ohhhh
…come with me…inside me!

I felt his cock go even deeper yet. He held
me firmly against him, his cock pressing against my cervix. I felt
his throbbing cock jerk inside my tender pussy. He was coming deep
inside me, bathing me with his male semen, covering and loving the
tight opening of my cervix, my private door to my female
creativity.

“I want you, Kara, all of you…everything
female about you. I want to keep you.”

I cried out at his exploding orgasm, and the
claim he was making on me as a woman. My moans and groans became
primal grunts and screams of pleasure. “Ohhh…
Jonahhhhhhh
…”
My voice trailed into oblivion. I thought our orgasms would never
end, and I didn’t want them to.

Every muscle in my body had flexed and
released sheer pleasure from every fiber and nerve ending. I was
spent, and limp as a flimsy rag doll, when I unhooked my legs from
around him, and he lowered me to my bed.

But he was not finished with me. He lowered
his mouth against my still throbbing pussy, gently licking and
kissing my ravished opening, then caressing and adoring my clit,
taking his time to let me slowly slump back to normal.
Will I
ever be normal again?

He then slid beside me, taking me in his
arms, holding me close to him, and said, smiling, “And now for that
special lover’s kiss. The taste of our passion.”

My heart beat like crazy for this man. His
expressions thrilled me in a special way. I savored the fragrance
of our wet love juices on his mouth. I’d never been this intimate
with a man before, but then I’d never been fucked by such a loving
man before.

After our long kiss of passion, something
between a sob and a laugh arose in my throat. I squelched it back
but a tear crested my eye. He caught it with his tongue. With a
slight smile, he said, “That bad, huh?”

I smiled back, shaking my head. “No. It was
that
good.
Jonah, you loved me like I’ve never been loved
before or could have ever imagined. Wonderful. Now I know what it’s
like to feel like a woman whose been loved in a special way.”

“Well, I’ve never been loved by the woman of
my dreams, until tonight. Is there a remote chance I could talk you
into another date very soon?”

“Hmmm. I’ll have to think about that. Sounds
very risky.”

He laughed. “Already playing hard to get,
stringing me along.” He thought a moment, then said, “Suppose you
think about it over dinner. Are you hungry?”

I laughed, as I hugged him, kissing his neck.
“After the wild fucking you just gave me, I’m starved and totally
spent.”

After we freshened up in the bathroom, we
went out for a leisurely dinner, with plenty of talking and delving
into each other’s lives, learning more things about each other. Of
course our eyes danced with each other continuously and naturally
we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves.

Back at my house we nestled on my plush sofa,
sipping wine, talking, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
And naturally we held hands, hugged, kissed, tasted, touched, and
fondled each other. And of course that led to getting naked again
with very serious fondling and tasting. And then we included a few
other activities, but I can’t tell you everything. Well, excuse me,
but some things are
private.
(Giggle.)

I hope
you enjoyed the erotic meeting of Kara and Jonah. And what a
sensuous couple! I saw them later in a pricey jewelry store. Jonah
was holding Kara’s left ring finger as she leaned over the counter
looking at diamonds.

When they came out of the jewelry store there
was only one thing shining more brilliantly than the diamonds in
the store; their eyes.

So Jonah, the efficiency expert, claimed
Kara’s heart and slipped the engagement ring on her finger a few
weeks later. And he pursued her love every day, leaving nothing to
chance. He’s an efficiency expert, okay?

And Roger, Kara’s boyfriend, had gotten up
enough nerve to break off their “relationship” three days after
he’d canceled their date. He told her he’d found a woman who
enjoyed sitting with him and just thinking about things. And Kara
was fine with that, because she’d found a man who could
think
and
fuck
at the same time.

The End

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I wanted to have some creative fun
with a few words of the writing world. As a bonus to readers I’ve
seasoned select words with my flavor of eroticism and want you to
taste them also.

I’m sure you’ve heard these expressions:
“Fuck the government.” “Fuck the traffic.” “Fuck hamburgers.” Ad
nauseam. What a misuse of that special “F” word. So I decided to
reclaim certain words and give them significant and sensuous
meanings tailor-made for my fictional characters and the pleasure
of women and men readers.

Especially if you’re a new reader of erotica,
you’ll enjoy
Candi Silk’s Wicked Words
reclaiming those
battered words and turning them into classy, high-style meanings,
but still very sensuous and naughty words. (I mean, get real. Fuck
hamburgers? Does that really turn anyone one?) But my runaway
characters know how to speak their sensuous feelings, especially
the Break-Out Women. And those smart, sexy, classy women with tart
little tongues know just when to pant the following delicious
words:

FUCK:
The dreaded four-letter word
you’re never to say, and especially in polite company. However,
most of Candi’s characters use the delicious word “FUCK.” Candi has
turned that simple word into an exciting acronym: FUCK means
F
reaking
U
nbelievable
C
olossal
K
ick-ass
sex. Her characters never use the acronym in a derogatory manner;
only in a pleasurable sense. The acronym carries the strong
anticipation and intent to experience exquisite sexuality. So now
you know. And when you casually tell your preacher that you’re
going home and FUCK your SO (Significant Other) senseless, your
preacher woman will consider you a saint-in-the-making, once you
explain Candi’s meaning of the word to your spiritual leader. (Have
fun with that.)