Two years, she mused, what was a man like after two years without a woman? A trembly shiver raced around in the warming recesses of her quiet.
“That’s easy enough to see.” Her eyes emphasized her remark by once more dropping to his turgid prick. Again she shivered, wondering just what he was capable of doing with such a long-deprived prodder. “Stay, Phil Howard. I want you.”
He crossed to her, eagerly sweeping her into his arms. While his mouth smothered hers, the stiff strength of his prick pressed against her belly. It throbbed and pulsed. She felt its virile strength, the power held within its long hardness — just waiting for her.
Her fingers crept downward to wiggle between their cores. She shivered as her fingertips tentatively touched the thickness of his sex. It twitched and jerked. He moaned, thrusting his exploring tongue toward her throat.
His hands, at her waist, moved and guided her to the bed. She sank down, lying on her back, his weight half on and half off her now totally willing body. His cock now pressed firmly against the silky flesh of her thighs. She felt his preseminal juices smearing over her leg.
His lips eased from hers and he pushed up to hover above her, balancing his weight on his elbows. His emerald-green eyes twinkled down at her, filled with delight.
“Melinda Tuning, you are beautiful,” he whispered. “And, at this moment, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She pulled him back to her. Her tongue leaped into his mouth, twisting and turning. She teased and toyed over his own tongue, then threw her oral digit back toward his throat. His jaws opened wide, allowing her to explore.
When they parted again, he rose back on his elbows. “I hope you haven’t got hopes of sleeping tonight. I’ve never been a minuteman. And the way I feel right now, the sunrise will come before I do.”
“Deeds, not words,” she said, coyly smiling up at him. “A lot of men like to brag to a woman.”
He grinned. “Fact, lovely lady. I’m stating fact.”
His lips moved to her neck. She sighed, holding him close while his tongue worked its way up to toy over the delicate lobe of her ear. She wiggled under him, feeling those erotic surges that a real man creates within a woman, a man who cares about providing a woman with all she needs.
She didn’t rush him. His lips and tongue slowly touched every inch of her neck and shoulders. Then he worked his way down. Likewise, his mouth moved with deliberate languor as though each new spot of her body was to be fully tasted and explored before moving on to the next.
She moaned. He kissed into the valley between her breasts. Tightly, she held him there for a long moment, enjoying the intimacy of his caress, the marvelous feel of his nakedness. She desperately wanted to feel that long, hard cock within her cunt, needed to possess its throbbing strength within her. But she didn’t rush him, instead, she settled back to savor all the tingling sensations his slow taunting of her body created.
Tickling with the tip of his tongue, he spiraled up one of her tits inch by inch. When he reached the now-stiff crest of her nipple, his lips abandoned that warmly glowing peak without so much as a simple kiss.
Instead, his head rose, his eyes gleaming with an impish sparkle. He knew he was getting to her and enjoying the power of his sexual control of her body. His head ducked back to her opposite breast.
Repeating his actions, he languidly kissed his way up and around her tits. This time, however, his mouth did not ignore the needy nipple topping her cone-like breast. His mouth opened, his teeth lightly nibbling at the rubbery button.
“You fantastic bastard,” she groaned, her back arching up, trying to stuff her tits into his face. “It’s torture! You’re torturing me with pleasure!”
He nodded in agreement and continued his delightful taunting of her breasts, moving from one to the other, then back again. His hands joined his mouth. He sucked and squeezed. He licked and rolled. He nibbled and tugged.
White-hot heat burned within her thighs. It throbbed and grew, melting together deep within the heated core of her pussy. Totally taken by surprise, she came.
She came, her cunt still empty and vacant. She came by his careful administration of her tits. She groaned out, grateful for this new carnal experience. All the times before, she had needed a man’s cock within her or a tongue or finger on her clit. Now she rocked in ecstasy from the slow determined manipulation of her breasts. It felt so new and wonderful.
When the swirling pleasure settled in her mind, she once more became aware of his lips. They were on her flat belly, kissing downward. His tongue-tip dipped into the sensual well of her navel, playing there a moment and once more stirring passionate feelings within her body.
His breath wove through the soft down of her pussy, quickly followed by his weaving tongue. She shivered, knowing just where that oral digit was going.
Her wait wasn’t long. Slipping between the wanton lips of her pussy, his tongue tickled into the heated channel of her quim. With the same deliberate languor he had used on her tits, he ate her cunt.
In long, slow, laving swirls, he washed over the inner folds of her pussy. He licked and sucked at her. Up and down his tongue lapped, paying careful attention to the extended nubbin of her clit.
Unable to remain passive, she swung around, wiggling beneath his hips when they rose. Her mouth and hands found the swollen fuckstick they longed for. Trying to imitate his taunting slowness, her own tongue played up and down his dork and balls. Then she took him in her mouth and sucked him deep into her throat.
His hips cautiously worked up and down, fucking her face, while his mouth busied the pink, juicy lips of her cunt. She felt him thicken under the luxury of her oral caresses. She detected the growing hardness of him, the urgent twitching of need in his groin.
She knew what was to come next — him! She could already taste the thick rush of his seed fountain into her mouth and throat.
Abruptly, his hips jerked upward, sliding his cock from her lips. She groaned — then louder. Before she could protest his action, his tongue homed in on her clit.
She writhed and twisted under him. Her hips hunched up and down, caught in the age-old rhythm of need. To accommodate her, he slid a finger into her vacant pussy.
Within moments, she came for the second time. Her body rocked and shook with an even more violent explosion of delight.
When her eyes fluttered open, misted with pleasure and looking as though she had slugged down three fingers of 100 proof bourbon, he hovered about her again, grinned. He kissed her, his lips and tongue still tasting of her cunt. She didn’t mind.
“You’re one sensual woman,” he whispered.
“And you’re one hell of a man,” she sighed. “I feel so warm and cozy, exhausted and drained. I could drift off and sleep for years.”
“Not yet,” he said. His hips pressed between the open invitation of her creamy white thighs. His cock rubbed up and down, taunting the lips of her cunt.
She trembled, a delicious shiver shooting through her body.
“I’ve still got two years pent up within me,” he continued. “And I think it’s about time I did something about it.”
“So do I.” Suddenly she didn’t feel as sleepy as she thought. “Fuck me, Phil Howard. Push that magnificent cock up into my pussy.”
She reached down and grasped his thick cock, giving it a healthy squeeze. She smiled when he groaned, his hips quivering with need. Now she knew why he had pulled his cock from her mouth. He saved the aching load of his loins for her pussy.
Deftly, she guided the thick head of his prick to the waiting lips of her quim. Inwardly, his pelvis moved, sliding his ramrod of flesh into the humid harbor of her belly. Her sigh of fulfillment echoed his moan of pleasure.
Melinda expected him to be like a turned-on jackhammer, pounding his cock into the soft, enfolding pocket of her cunt. But he didn’t move. Holding her closely, he simply lay atop the voluptuous contours of her body, bathing his prick in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt and twitched with eagerness, but he soaked in the luxury of her body — the first woman he had known in two years.