Page 51 of 7 Miles High
He takes the finger out.
“Let’s just concentrate on your one-of-a-kind pussy. Come with me,” he says, getting off his knees.
“It would be nice if you removed your briefs, Mr. Dunn. I need to see what I’m aiming for.”
He rubs his cock and shows me the length of him before he loses the underwear. That’s it. Mine. My hands go immediately there. It fills my grasp and I swear I can feel the blood pumping inside. It’s such a model of perfection, veins running the length and girth of him.
“Dining room,” he says, leading me out of the entry.
No need for directions or discussion. He lifts me onto the dining table and relieves me of my bra. When it’s thrown to the side it hooks on an iron curl of one of the chair backs. Parker’s mouth finds my nipples and he sucks and licks and flicks them with his talented tongue.
“I need a sheet and a thick blanket.”
I come out of my sex coma. “A sheet?”
“Yeah. And some massage oil.”
“Hall closet for the blanket and sheet. Oil in the bedside table. Want to go in the bedroom?”
“No. I like you up high like this. I’ll be back. Take off your shoes and get ready to be loved.”
As he walks away I’m processing his words. Get ready to be loved? What exactly does that mean? Literally? Figuratively? Lately the word seems to be popping up unintended.
I remove my shoes and place them on a seat cushion.
“Okay, get off for a minute while I lay this out.”
I do and he does, smoothing the thick blanket across the table and covering it with the white sheet.
“Get your pretty ass up there. On your stomach, woman.” I do as requested. He lays a hand towel covering my ass. Oiling his hands and then dribbling some on my back and legs.
“Now just relax and let everything else go. I’m going to make you feel good.”
He starts rubbing my back slowly but firmly, quickly moving down to the backs of my legs. Up and down, kneading my calves and quads. Then ever so softly he moves higher, until his fingertips are underneath the hand towel. He folds it up a few inches until the bottom of my cheeks are exposed and the backside view of my pussy lips. So I make sure he’s watching intently. I spread my legs a little. His breath quickens.
I feel his hands and then his mouth on my lips, my legs, my ass cheeks. They send chills up and down my spine. The sensation settles on my pussy and I feel a shiver. I just got a little wetter.
“Turn over, babe,” he commands.
As soon as he removes the towel, I flip. He covers my exposed pussy and begins to massage my breasts. Ohhh yeah. He takes each one and dribbles them with oil, then massages it in until my buds are hardened and sitting up firm.
“Baby. That’s so gooood…” I say.
“You’re turning me on. This is going to be a short-lived massage,” he chuckles.
Coming around to my head, he presses his erection into my hair and grinds. Fuck. It’s making me so hot I’m about to explode in an orgasm. I reach back and wrap fingers around the steeled cock. He pumps into my palm, and plays with my nipples as he does.
I turn over. Now his cock is inches from my mouth and I hear the soft moan coming from his throat.
“Suck me, babe,” he commands.
First the tip of my tongue finds him. I tease it until it’s lifting to me, silently begging for more. Then my lips surround the head and suckle like it’s nectar of the gods. His hands stop playing, and grip the sides of my face.
“Yeah. That’s it. Ohhhh, baby.”
Now I take him all in. The entire shaft. When I retreat I’m sucking hard, and he’s on another plane. I’m moving back and forth on the table, my clit being teased as I do. He must be watching, because he reaches over me and flings off the little towel that was covering my backside. I spread my legs and lift my ass, imagining the view he has from the head of the table.
“Yeah. I want to fuck you!” He yells his declaration and takes his cock out of my mouth. He comes around to the side of the table and climbs on next to me. I’m flipped as if I were a feather and he straddles me without a word. His head hits the light above the dining table, but it barely registers on his face. The light swings as he lifts himself to enter me.
“Parker. I want you. Take me.”
I can tell he responds to those words and does exactly as asked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a hard cock. Not even his. I think it’s made of granite as it pushes its way inside. But oh how it feels when it’s in. Pure pleasure. Warm. Alive. We start fucking. Jungle fucking.
I love this angle. Looking at his face while he grinds is amazing. His eyes, the set jaw, heavy breathing. But most of all the expression he wears. It’s passion set to love. There’s a connection we share that defies all other experiences. I’ve never been in this world he and I have created. Wherever and whatever it is. This is something made of just us.
We’re joined in a melding of bodies and minds. Not just our physical, but emotional selves bound together. It’s heavenly and so raw at the same time. Human. Divinely human.
