Page 26 of Until Now
Dominique
The talented Mr. Ripley. I may just spontaneously implode. If sexual arousal could do it, I’d be toast. A pile of ashes where I once stood. His body. Lord, help me because I will never be the same. It is solid and strong, defined. How could I forget what I’ve seen? And I haven’t even had his cock inside me yet.
It’s safe to say I’ve gotten over my fear, though. I’m doing just fine. I felt its release the moment it happened. As soon as I ran my fingers over his honey-colored skin and smelled the intoxicating scent of him. It was inspirational.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing more than a baby bird and lays me on the bed. The panties come off and the heels. In a spectacular show of agility and strength, he takes me by the ankles and flips me over. Ohhh.
I hear the intake of breath as he looks at my backside. No need to rush; I want him to enjoy the view. So I bend my knees up and slowly spread my legs. A giggle escapes.
“Oh, hell yeah. You’re fucking perfect.”
Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me close to the edge of the bed and kneels at its foot. My legs bend up as he uses his hands to spread me wider gently. Then the feel of his mouth on my pussy practically makes me come right there.Oh shit. Tongue against lips from this reverse angle is my new favorite thing. Can I call it a pastime? If he does it enough, I will.
My body is on fire with the effect of Maxen. It’s not just a mouth or a tongue. It’s not just a perfect touch. What it is is undefinable. It is from the ether. I find myself pumping into the soft bedcovers, unable to lay still. The feel of my cheeks pressing together around his mouth is awesome. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused.
“Your taste. It’s the sweetest pussy ever created.”
He hardly lifts his head as the words spill out. Almost like he’s enjoying the greatest feast he’s ever had. But not in a gluttonous way. It’s more like a worship. Holy shit. Who knew this was even on the menu?
I feel him climb on the bed, and then his hands are on me.
“I want to fuck that beautiful pussy.” The words land and explode in a firestorm of heat.
And then he’s beside me. I turn over, and he runs a hand over my breasts and between my legs. Soft kisses trail the touch. There is no hiding; he likes the view.
He slides an arm under me, and in a flash, I am flipped and on top.
“That’s right, baby. Be my cowgirl.”
I straddle his torso, and as I twist my hair into a topknot, my ass is undulating over his glorious cock. I feel the bounce of my breasts and the rise of my chest as I get more and more into the rhythm. Those soulful dark eyes close, and his hands go to my waist. Now he starts moving underneath me in a deliberate wave. It feels like I just stepped onto the stairway to heaven.
I position my pussy lips on either side of the thick shaft and use them to massage the ride. Back and forth, back and forth. Eyes open and stay on mine. He’s gritting his teeth, and I’d swear he’s about to come right now.
“Fuck!”
“You like my lips around you? What about this, cowboy?”
I reach down and spread them so he can get a better view of my clit. It’s poking out from under the hood, begging for attention.
“Oh, baby!” he says in response. “Let me see. Play with it for me.”
So I do. My middle finger makes small circular motions right on top of the mother lode. Then it’s tap, tap, tap. Fuck. It feels great. I bite the edge of my bottom lip as he watches. This is such a powerful moment. I hold him in the palm of my hand. But all I want to do with the advantage is please the man.
I rise and take hold of his cock. I’d swear it couldn’t get any harder. Lifting myself on to him, I take my time. This is no small feat. He’s big. Girth times length equals pleasure. Pleasure squared equals Maxen. I believe those are the theorems.
“Baby. Yes. That’s it. Oh yeah. Slow, like that.”
The words rise and hang in the air. Instructions I can’t help but follow.
“Oh. Ow.” I was a little too aggressive there.
“Easy.”
And then he’s inside me, filling every available inch. Feels like heaven, this state of being. Or like I’ve scaled Mount Everest. It’s a higher altitude I’ve reached. There’s no need for words because our faces and bodies do the talking. It’s nearly otherworldly in its power. Something is happening here that has never happened to me before. I can’t define it. Is it me, or him? Or us?
The pace picks up. I’m riding harder now, and he meets each thrust with a strong lift of his hips. Hands are on my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. The way we move together is a thing of beauty. There’s a rhythm you can’t fake. Like dancers who become one thing. A low moan escapes his lips. We lock eyes. That brings me to the edge of the cliff I am about to jump off of.
“It’s close,” I say between breaths.
