Chapter 8 - Zach #2
I bury my nose between her shoulder blades, rubbing it against her silky hair as I shove my hands in the tight space between her tits and the surface they’re pressed against. Fuck, her hair smells amazing.
Her skin smells amazing. I could collapse on top of her like this and drown in her.
I could sheath my cock in her warm, tight channel and fuck my way to oblivion so easily.
With her arms outstretched, there’s no way I can get those pesky little straps down.
Nor can I tug the top of her dress down.
But I cup her tits hard, my hands full of soft flesh.
Her pebbled nipples are hard against my palm, and she does her best to arch up beneath me, granting me a few millimetres of precious space so I can rub and stroke and tug and knead.
Fuck me. I knew her tits were perfection. That was pretty fucking clear when she had them barely controlled in that tiny bikini. But it’s the softness, the fullness of them that has my breath catching in my throat.
I forgot what breasts felt like. I forgot—
No. No. I won’t go there. Not now. I’m perfectly happy thinking with my dick in this moment. Neither my brain nor my heart can have any jurisdiction here.
As I’m massaging her tits and inhaling so hard into her hair that I’m practically snorting, she’s wriggling, writhing, beneath me, grinding that wet pussy against my erection. We’re so close I can hear her needy little gasps. Gasps that go straight to my cock.
‘Please make me come,’ she moans. ‘I need to come. I want you to fuck me.’
Jesus fuck.
‘We’ll see,’ I lie. I have no intention of going quite that far tonight, but I’m unwilling to say more in case she recognises my voice. I arch over her as I withdraw my hands from beneath her pillowy tits and and use them to take my weight. And I drag my mouth, my tongue, downwards.
Down the thin layer of skin covering the little bumps of her spinal column.
Down the back of her ridiculous, flimsy, sexy little dress. Over the tangle of tassels and over her coccyx as I squat slowly, slowly lower.
And I don’t fucking stop.
Finally, finally, I allow myself to lick a path between her cheeks, giving the first puckered entrance I encounter a few darting licks that have her shivering, before I keep going and reach nirvana.
I collapse to my knees.
I surrender.
My nose finds her soaking entrance and nuzzles at it while my lips, my tongue, encounter flesh so soft and slippery and delicious that they lap, lick, drag over it like it’s a fucking ice cream.
Jesus, she’s delicious. Delicious, and worked up, and quivering under my touch in the most gratifying way.
I pull back for a moment and make a V with the fingers of one hand to part her flesh.
To expose her and inspect her and delight in her.
Holding her open for me like that, I begin to lick her plump clit, flicking at it with a taut tongue before I suck deeply on it.
With my other hand, I take two fingers and slide them in.
She’s so wet she takes them easily, but her body jolts at the intrusion, and her internal muscles clench beautifully as she accommodates me.
Jesus, she’s perfection. A velvet glove. A velvet vice, even, because boy is she as tight and toned on the inside as that perfect body is on the outside.
‘Fuuuuck,’ she moans, low and deep, and I feel her pain, because I possibly now have the metallic teeth of my zip embedded in my shaft. I’d give anything to get my cock out and stroke it while I bring Maddy sensually, steadily, to orgasm.
Hang the fuck on.
This is a sex club.
I can do whatever the fuck I like.
I withdraw the hand holding her open so I can unzip myself. I find the flap in my boxer briefs, and my cock jerks painfully out. As I close my fingers over my length and start pumping, the pleasure is so intense I practically levitate off the ground.
My ministrations have me growing dangerously close to orgasm. I want her to come at the same time. I focus on giving Maddy the maximum amount of sensation, which is a much more finessed job than my primal tugs on my cock.
Touching her, drowning in her, is just as pleasurable, if not more, than touching myself.
Adjusting the position of my tongue, tensing it against her fucking soaking clit before running it up and down her folds just to tease her? Crooking my fingers to hit that spot against her front wall to make the intensity as great as I possibly can for her?
That’s fine art.
Wanking myself off is child’s play.
My balls are so high and so fucking tight they may snap off. Pressure is building at the base of my spine, and my dick is harder than it’s been in a long time. I tug, and I drive my fingers in and and out of Maddy’s silken wetness, and I flick my tongue as hard and rhythmically as I can.
And then we’re both coming like fucking champs.
She’s bucking against my fingers and tongue, rutting with everything she’s got, like the ottoman’s a bronco and she’s on the wildest ride of her life.
From the muffled sounds of her shrieks, I’d say she’s got her face deep in the leather.
I bury my nose in her delicate folds and stiffen as hot, angry spurts of cum erupt from my cock in wave after wave.
‘Fuck,’ I grunt out, my voice choked. ‘Fuck.’
I keep on licking her through our come-downs, as the haze of my exceptional pleasure begins to fade and the movements of the beautiful woman whose pussy I’ve just devoured become less frantic.
She’s almost still, but I can tell from the heaves of her arse that she’s trying to catch her breath. I give her one last, luxurious lick, my tongue lapping from her clit to her entrance.
She’s heavenly.
‘Fuck me now,’ she urges me, frantic need in her voice. ‘Please.’
But that is a bridge I cannot cross tonight.
A sin too far.
A temptation from which I’ll never recover.
‘Maybe next time, sweetheart,’ I tell her regretfully.
I stagger to my feet and stuff my still semi-hard cock in my trousers.
Her whimper of frustration, of disbelief, is audible as I stagger away.