Chapter 13 Elio #2
I let my tongue inside her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, her thighs resting on my shoulders.
She grabbed fistfuls of my hair as she pulled my head.
I licked her clit, kissed her vulva, ran my tongue along her folds.
She tasted succulent, a decadent delicacy that tasted like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I swallowed her juices, my cock a stiff exclamation mark jutting out of my pants.
I dug my face deep inside her, till my lips were firmly upon her vagina, and my tongue was deep in it, feeling her warmth, her tightness, tasting her juices.
“Elio, I’m coming!” she screamed, her hold on my head tightening, her legs quivering, her pussy excreting vehemently.
I lapped it all up, and I didn’t stop. This girl, she deserved all the pleasure in the world.
I kept on licking, and with one free hand, I started to stroke my dick.
There was great pleasure in pleasing, and I was pleasing her with my mouth.
I wanted to please her with my cock, but not before I gave her another orgasm.
I licked slowly this time, letting her clit sit on the edge of my tongue as I lolled around it, as I licked deeper, as I kissed her folds.
She moaned my name as her whole body shook. My mouth was still on her cunt. I could feel it pulsating against my tongue.
I could not hold myself back any longer. I desired to be one with her. I could barely take off my clothes; that’s how much I was shaking, but then she sat up and unbuckled my pants, placing a gentle, calming hand on my chest.
She took off my pants and my boxers, and sat on the edge of the bed, my cock level with her face. She held it in her hands, stroking it, cupping my balls. I closed my eyes against the barrage of pure pleasure. She knew how to touch me. She knew what would make me go insane.
And then I felt a soft, wet warmth on the tip of my penis, this warmth traveling down along its length.
I opened my eyes to the sight of her sucking my cock, her lips firmly gripping my shaft as she took it in her mouth, holding my balls with one hand, stroking my shaft with the other, and sucking on it, running her tongue under it.
I could burst. I could cum. I could go crazy. This was pleasure at its wildest. Her mouth was so unbelievably soft, and she was able to take me in deep, till my entire cock disappeared down her throat. She didn’t gag as she sucked it. She didn’t take it out of her mouth, not even to breathe.
I held her head and tilted it up so she would look me in the eyes as she sucked my dick. She did it with such maddening desire, all of that desire dripping from her eyes, her mouth wide, my cock sliding in and out of it. I could hold it in no longer. I was about to cum, despite all my self-control.
That’s when she stopped and took my cock out of her mouth, still stroking it lightly, smiling at me, spit and precum trailing down her chin. I reached down and kissed her ferociously, and then I pushed her gently on the bed till she was lying all splayed underneath me.
Entering her was a vivid experience, like being bathed in thick, warm oil. I plunged, losing myself to the sensation of pure ecstasy. I let her do whatever she wanted to me. She ran her hands along my body, put her legs up, and wrapped them around my hips.
I plunged deep and made her quiver. I leaned and sucked on her nipples. I wanted it all. I wanted it now. I wanted to pleasure her in every way imaginable. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it as I thrust faster.
She moaned with each stroke, our naked bodies colliding. I wanted to cum inside her so badly. But she had other plans.
In another series of swift movements, she was on top of me, and I was lying on my back as she straddled my cock, taking it in deep, her arms raised over her head, grabbing her own hair, reaching down, squeezing her breasts.
She was poetry in motion, her perfect porcelain skin catching the afternoon sunlight, her nipples pink and engorged with arousal.
I grabbed her waist and sat up. We were face to face.
She kissed me, her tongue tasting of my cock, my mouth tasting of her pussy.
It was the sight of her beautiful body bobbing up and down, her limbs interlocked with mine, and the pure sensation of smooth pleasure running along my cock that made me cum without control. I came inside her, throbbing hard, feeling my cum stick to her walls.
She gasped and fell back. I caught her by her waist. I wasn’t done with her. When my cock had twitched one final time, and I had come to completion, I brought her down gently, kissing her breasts, licking her neck.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “That was one for the books. Holy shit, I’ve not cum this many times since… the last time we had sex.”
“We can go again, if you want,” I said, lying next to her, tracing my finger down her smooth belly, down to her pussy, and touching it again. She was still wet. Still swollen and throbbing.
“Not want,” she whispered. “Need. I need you.”
This time we did it slowly. I lay her on her side and entered her from behind, stroking slowly, reaching around, touching her pussy as I fucked it. I rubbed her clit slowly, thrust even more slowly, and kissed her cheek from behind.
Maria was pleasure incarnate, and I was her devoted worshipper.
I could do this all day, lying behind her, gently thrusting forward, the sight of her arched back, her supple hips driving me crazy with pleasure. Her moans in my ear. Her soft body against mine.
I came inside her again, this time much more quickly than before. And then we just lay with each other, curled side by side, not sleeping, not talking, just taking in each other’s presence.
“I did get you something,” she said, coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but then you went ahead and surprised me before I could surprise you.”
“What is it?” I asked, putting my clothes on. I’d showered first. There was this whole business of apartment hunting we had to get to. I couldn’t just call it a day.
“I’ll show you when we get there,” she said. “That’s what a surprise is, dummy.”
“Suit yourself,” I said, smiling at her smugly as she took her towel off and began getting dressed in front of me. “You haven’t defined us yet. And I ask again. What are we?”
“What’s with this incessant need to label us as anything?” She asked, putting on her bra. I kinda wanted her to stay braless for a few more moments. The sight of her slightly soaked breasts was making me feel aroused again.
“Well, when you and I go somewhere,” I said, not quite revealing what I had in mind just yet, “what are we to say? Hey, everyone, this is my….”
She smiled at me, batting her eyelashes. “We’re going somewhere?”
“Of course, I wanna take you out. Seven days, remember?”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want to label us,” she groaned. “This whole fake auction thing is not exactly the best label, is it?”
“But if we have kids, that’d be a killer story, no? Hey, kids, I’ll tell you how I met your mother. See, there was this auction…”
She stopped getting dressed and looked at me, dumbstruck. Then she whispered, “You’re thinking of kids?”
“I always imagined a mini version of me running about the house. Two mini-mes. A boy and a girl,” I said.
“Kids? With me?” She asked, pointing at her chest. “I guess then we do have to sit down and talk about what we are.”
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, feeling my chest sink.
“No. It’s just… I like you, and I want to be serious about you, but there’s also this whole circumstance around us that confuses me. You’re considerate, you’re smart, and you’re well-educated. A go-getter, as a matter of fact,” she said, sitting beside me.
“I’m sensing there’s a but,” I sighed.
“No, there’s no but,” she said in a low whisper. “I just don’t think that I have it in me to be hurt. And…”
I put my finger on her lip. Then I got down on one knee, holding her hands in my hands. “For as long as I live, this I swear on the soul of my mother, I shall never hurt you in any way, Maria Thurman. If you give me the chance, I shall protect you, forever and always.”
She bit her lower lip, then bestowed upon me one of her beautiful smiles. She leaned down to kiss me on my cheek, whispering, “Then you have the right to call me your girlfriend, Elio Romano.”
“Oh, come on!” I said. Of course, I was happy. I was a little too happy, far too excited to contain it. I had to play it cool. “Just girlfriend? That was proposal-level material.”
“And when you propose to me, I give you permission to reuse it, but we gotta have a level head about these things,” she said, patting my cheek. “For now, you’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend. That’s how most relationships proceed.”
“All right then, girlfriend of mine, what’s this surprise you have in mind for me?”
The surprise she had planned, it turned out, was an expensive, lavish loft two blocks down. It was a vast space that was already furnished, and it had an insane view of the Brooklyn Bridge and beyond. I could see all of Manhattan’s skyline from this high up. I could see the Hudson.
There were three bedrooms in this loft, each more spacious than the previous one.
A large living room space with an open kitchen and a sunken pit that was perhaps the lounge or conversation area.
There was a hundred-and-twenty-inch television on the wall facing the pit.
The interior theme of the loft was woody with exposed brick and exposed wrought metal railings.
It was beautiful, and kind of the ideal place for someone like me to live, except for the three bedrooms. What the hell was I going to do with three bedrooms?
I could turn one of them into a game room.
I could use the other as a guest room, but I wasn’t ever going to expect guests.
“What do you think?” she asked, standing next to me. Only a few hours as girlfriend and boyfriend, and we were already shopping for a house.