Authors: Vivienne Harris-Scott
You changed everything for me. Part I
Julian and Vi
Both seated, munching food and sipping fine wine, they
were thinking this meal was only a reprieve to the inevitable.
Vi knew, in spite of her better judgment,
she wouldn't be able to leave this house before having been touched by the man
in front of her. She sighed softly and tried to find solace in her meal.
Julian, kept admonishing himself
internally for the kitchen kiss. He hadn't seen the side effects coming -
his permanent hard-on, his utter inability to think clearly once he looked at
her - and he was getting pissed off at himself for what he thought made him
appear weak. His balls were hurting he wanted the woman so much! He needed to
figure out a way to keep himself under control and pronto. Vi was having way
too much power over him as it was and he hadn't touched her yet!
The sound of her appreciative moans was
another source of torture that made him look straight at her lips. He wondered
if she realized the effects of the sounds she was making.
Julian found himself staring at her,
wishing he were a piece of food landing on her tongue. Was it wrong to envy a
damn carrot? To be jealous of an inanimate object because it got to taste and
feel something that he
’
d dreamed about since setting his eyes on
her?
If so, who the hell cared?
He had to remind himself it would all come
in good time. Besides, he had a million questions. There was so much he wanted
to know about her. As he was wondering what to ask first to distract himself
from her juicy lips and his aching groin, she beat him to the punch when she
cleared her throat, staring straight, and asked,
“
Why were you at the airport today?
”
He felt like he's been punched in the gut,
but was quick to recover; after all, he was an actor.
Did he tell her the truth or could he be
evasive? She smiled at him, seeing the wheels in his brain working and
demanded,
”
The truth Julian. Please.
”
He smirked, feeling totally transparent,
and said,
“
I just dropped off my girlfriend.
”
He waited trying to gauze a reaction. None
came.
She sipped her wine in silence and then
continued to eat while observing him, still smiling.
He was getting uncomfortable as the
minutes went by, and for one of the rarest times in his adult life, he started
to justify himself by saying,
“
But, she's gone, we're done...
”
He stopped talking, hoping she would say
something, anything. When nothing came, he resumed, feeling obligated to add,
”
I hope you know now...This afternoon...You
changed everything for me...
”
Once again, his comments were met with silence,
and she was just staring at him. Unfazed.
“
Vic, I...
”
he started, as he felt panic and anger
rise in him.
But she got up, went around the table to
his chair and lifted his head towards her when she was standing beside him.
Without a word, she bent over, let a light kiss on his lips and said,
“
Thank you.
”
As she was about to move to return to her
seat, he placed his hand on her hip, pulling her towards him. His head settled
right against her chest, he could hear her heart beat thought the fabric of her
shirt, and the strangest thought flashed in his mind
, This is right, this is
where I belong.
He looked up at her tentatively as her
hand was in his hair, stroking it. He could read the suppressed desire in her
eyes. They communicated without words until she whispered,
“
Okay
”
. He exhaled in relief, realizing he had
been holding his breath unconsciously.
He kissed her wrist as she was cupping his
face and made her sit on his lap while holding her tight and kissing her neck.
Her scent was overwhelming him and beyond his control, his hands with a will of
their own went under her shirt, seeking her breasts.
Before he fully comprehended what was
happening, her shirt was discarded, his right hand was firmly holding her on
his knee, his lips were sucking on one of her puckering dark nipple, and she
was moaning, whimpering and thrusting herself against him while his left hand
was travelling south to her center.
He couldn
’
t believe what he had been hoping for was
actually happening, but he barely had any grip over the course events, as he
thought he would. He felt himself about to explode, and in an effort to show
some control, he barely uttered one word,
“
Taste.
”
He sought her lips to kiss her and looked
up into her honey and green hued eyes, which were filled with the same
need that tormented him, and finally giving into the reckless abandon neither
could escape, he repeated in a hoarse voice,
“
I've got to taste you. Now!
”
He lifted her, her legs were around his
waist, and he painfully walked to the nearest large ottoman in the lounge where
he put her down while continuing to kiss her breast slowly descending towards
her navel, while his hand removed her shorts.
Julian was a possessed man. With every taste
of her lips, peak, valley and curve on her body, he could hear her ragged
breathes and soft moans, his manhood twitched and throbbed in painful
anticipation of what he now considered his.
He heard her vocalize her plea within
seconds, as if his touches had lit every of her senses on fire,
"Julian...I can't take more of this ...I need...I want...Oh God
…”
Her body was offered to him, arched
towards him, and the scent of her sex engulfed his nostrils. He smiled widely
when his eyes finally landed on her
center
. It was trimmed, not shaved or waxed,
cementing what he already knew; he was about to make love to a real woman. Her
sex was already glistening and its smell was intoxicating; he thought he would
simply die if he didn't taste it. He went back into his trance, delving
in, thrusting his tongue after tracing the delicate folds of her opening.
Sliding up to the sensuous nub of her
womanhood, his tongue met a flow of juices that were already pooling around her
clit. He just couldn't hold himself and started to lick and suck as if his life
depended on it.
The probing and teasing he had planned,
now forgotten as the hardening nipple of flesh between her folds, was
coated with her juices. The taste was exquisite, as if every part of her body
had been created to please every sense he possessed; he
savored
her sweet and tangy
flavor
, as a thirsty man would
savor
his first sip of water. Before even having the chance
to thoroughly nibble the clit as he wanted to, he felt her legs shake and
he knew she was having her first orgasm. He continued to suck and
lick the fountain of delightful nectar until he heard her whimper softly....She
was coming down from it.
He looked up at her and only then, he
inserted a first finger in her hot crevice, saying in a husky voice,
"Baby look at me...
I want you to watch me taste you...
I want..."
He couldn't finish, as her body jerked
under his finger ministrations.
He felt her hand on his head grabbing a
chunk of his hair. Taking it as a signal that another orgasm was on the way, he
inserted another finger, while circling, teasing and biting her clit with
his tongue and teeth...all the while swallowing her juices as quickly as she
kept producing them.
The sound coming from her was purely
animalistic.
Julian could tell, the pleasure he was
giving her teetered close to the brink of pain.
In all his years of bedding women, he had
never heard anything quite like it, and it enthralled him to know he was
at the source of it. Her juices kept on flowing covering his chin, neck and
chest, while her hips were twitching and bucking uncontrollably upwards. His
free hand went to rest on her stomach to hold her down and he could feel sweat
running on his back, dripping on his body, but he simply didn't care.
Never had he seen a woman displaying so
much pleasure and utter abandon in his life. Never had he seen a woman feel so
much, respond so much to his touch. It was almost uncanny. Completely possessed
by an unknown force, he continued to devour her, her legs having his head in a
chokehold against her apex, the slow insertion of a finger in her rear orifice
while he was still nibbling on her clit, did her in. Her entire body shook
violently, while she cried out, her legs and arms fell apart, and she slid limp
against his cushion, emitting no sounds.
Julian looked up. Her eyes were closed,
her sheen body still, and covered with goose bumps.
She had fainted.
You changed everything for me. Part II
Vi and Julian
He smiled, kissed her tummy and summoned the strength
to lift her to take her up to his bedroom as he could see goose bumps all over
her...
It was going to be a long night.
She came to mid-stairs, and put her arms
around his neck. As he was passing the front of the guest bedroom she had slept
in, she said,
“
My bed,
”
he nodded and entered the room. He
delicately put her on the bed and smiling, said,
“
Welcome back to the world!
”
Blushing, she replied,
”
You did this
…”
“
Indeed I did, and you haven't seen anything
yet...
”
he added cockily with a sly wink, bending
over and taking her mouth.
The kiss was out of this world. She could
taste herself on his tongue and couldn't get enough; she felt her core twinge,
another orgasm threatening to rupture. Her hands were roaming over his back,
under his sweater, and sliding down, they met with his pants. Slipping a hand
in, she touched his manhood, revelling at the softness of his skin, giving him
a puzzling look when he stopped the kiss to groan.
He got up from the bed, his eyes never
leaving hers and stripped out of his articles of clothing to give her a full
view of his natural state.
He went to the bathroom, and came back
with a glass of water in hands. Giving it to her, he said with a smile,
“
Drink up. I think you
’
re going to need it
…”
She did as told while taking in his full
splendor
, but her wandering eyes rested on his mid-section,
unable to go further down.
He was erect, hard, and already leaking.
She looked at his penis, as would a thirsty woman looking at a tall glass of
cold water, and licked her lips in anticipation of touching it, feeling
it and tasting it.
She was so preoccupied by the object
of her desire, she didn't notice Julian's eyes had turned a darker shade of
blue and that he, too, was licking his own lips staring at her.
She finally looked up when he was against
her, positioned at her entrance. The empty glass rolled on the floor. With
a strangled voice, he said,
“
Please, tell me you need it as much as I do...
”
as one of her hand rested on his chest
while the other was at the back of his neck, pulling him forward.
As he was inserting himself, her eyes
riveted to his, she breathed,
“
I need it as much as you do ...God knows I do...
”
Inches by inches, she felt his member fill
her. Julian grunted and said,
“
You are so tight, so fucking tight...I don't think
I've ever felt anything like this...
”
he stopped mid-sentence feeling a
barrier, and with a shaky voice, he asked,
”
Are you a virgin? Jesus...I
…”
She smiled, replying with a strained
whisper,
“
No, I'm not. It's just been a very, very
long time...I guess the cobwebs are hard to...
”
she giggled as she watched him look down
between their bodies.
He interrupted her, growling in a hoarse
voice, "Baby, please. DO NOT MOVE. DO NOT LAUGH OR GIGGLE... unless you
want me to come right this minute..." Almost wincing, he added,
”
Don
’
t move, or it
’
ll be over before it
’
s even begun
…”
He shut his eyes.
She remained still until he was fully in,
but when she could feel his member touching the hilt of her center and the
exquisite pressure the sensation ignited, she involuntarily began to clench and
unclench her sheath.
“
It
’
s perfect,
”
she said, looking straight into his
stormy eyes.
“
Yes,
”
he concurred,
”
It
’
s like a custom made glove...You fit me
perfectly...You were made for me..." he breathed against her lips, kissing
her as they were finally moving in unison as their orgasm was building.
Soon the room was filled with echoing
sounds of flesh slapping against each other at a fevered pace, grunts and moans
that neither seemed to be able to control, and nothing but the promised rapture
mattered.
Finally, he could take no more; his
shoulders ached, his body hurt, his legs cramped. Struggling to inhale, spots
forming under his eyelids, Julian tried to warn her of his impending release by
saying,
“
God
…
I'm gonna...
”
but the sentence wasn't completed. He
gave in a guttural moan on his final thrust and as he came with a deep shudder.
She felt the heat of his semen travel throughout her canal, provoking another
of her own orgasm, as he continued to pump into her until there was nothing of
him left to give.
He collapsed on top of her with ragged
breaths, just about to black out.
He was still inside of her, he could feel her
body was still shaking, and worried he was crushing her, he made a move to pull
out when she stopped him and held him tight. Her breathing still shallow, she
said,
“
Please stay,
”
“
Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you,
”
he said in a low voice, concerned.
“
You're not hurting me. Pain is only
pleasure with bad reputation
…
" she replied with a soft laugh.
“
Witty.
”
he returned her smile, and biting the
crook of her neck, gently added,
“
I aim to please...
”
She took his lips.
What started as a tender kiss, soon
transformed into a duel of tongues and a meeting of wills. The passionate
embrace creating a surge of life of his member within her. The feeling was
incredible for both. For her, because it had been a long time since she had
felt anything. For him, because he had been using condoms for so long he
couldn't recall what it felt like to actually feel a woman while making love to
her.
These thoughts didn't linger over a few
seconds, and soon, they could feel an orgasm threatening them with such
intensity, they had no choice but to succumb to their primal desire for each
other. Neither of them could think anymore.
Control and consequences be damned.
By the time they cried it out, both were
covered with a new sheen of sweat. She had scratched his back drawing blood and
her neck, shoulders and lips were bruised from the biting he unleashed upon
her.
This time, he rolled over and had her lie
down on his chest.
He looked for her glazed eyes, and with a
finality Julian never thought possible, he said,
“
You are mine.
”
She didn't reply and just tucked her face
into the crook of his neck and nuzzled against him.
They fell asleep listening to each other
hearts.