where I needed him most. But his exercise in torture wasn’t over yet. He finished with my mouth, trailing his lips along my chin, down the column of my throat, across my collarbone and the swell of my right breast. His tongue swept across the beaded peak and I groaned, arching upward. Stave continued to lick, nip, suckle and drive all sensible thought from my head. I dug my fingers into his hair, trying to tug him away even as my back bowed into his magic touch. A whimper slipped past my lips, and I fully expected to expire on the spot. If I survived long enough to regain the use of my limbs and brain cells, I fully intended to exact a bit of my own sweet revenge. He lifted my head and a cocky, satisfied grin spread across my face.
But the smoldering heat in his eyes belied the lighter lift of his lips. “I want to do more,” Stave said in a tight, gravelly voice, holding my gaze. “I want to kiss you from head to toe. Taste every inch of your skin, then come back for seconds.” He crawled up a few inches until our eyes and mouths and naughty parts aligned. Threading one hand through the hair at my temple, he reached past me and grabbed the box of condoms, struggling to open it one-handed. “I want to,” he repeated, “but I can’t. I don’t have that much self-control.” When he had a single square packet free, he tore the end off with his teeth and spat the plastic aside. It took him less than a second to sheath himself and settle more fully between my legs, which I had wrapped loosely around his hips.
Stave took my mouth, speaking between wet, breath-stealing kisses. “Later, all right? I’ll lick you all over later. I promise.” With one smooth, powerful motion, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me, setting my nerve endings on fire. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as he held himself perfectly still above me, the muscles in his throat roped and taut. I knew he was waiting for me, giving my time to adjust to his invasion, the size and hardness of his impressive length. But I didn’t need time. I only needed him.
From the moment he’d entered me, everything about this encounter had felt right. And now all I wanted was for him to move, to fill me even more fully and send my flying over the abyss that hovered just out of reach. Twining my arms around his neck to match the twist of my legs at his hips, I drew him closer. “Don’t stop now,” I whispered a split second before our mouths met. He groaned the sound vibrating against my lips, through my torso and limbs and into my soul. His hands tightened on my waist, lifting me slightly as he pulled back. I started to whimper at the friction he created and the sudden loss of his heat, but before the noise could work its way up from my diaphragm, he thrust forward again.
Slowly, methodically, he moved in and out. Smooth motions at first, then building in speed and intensity. My breathing increased, my lungs contracting to absorb less and less oxygen with each breath. I raised my legs higher, gripping him about the waist, doing everything I could to pull him deeper. It wasn’t enough. Stave was pounding into me now, his fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks, but still I wanted more. I wanted harder, faster, stronger… More, more, more.
Even as I thought it, the words tumbled from my lips. Broken and disjointed, but directly into Stave’s ear. He heard, agreed, obeyed, took me higher and faster until I was gasping. My body strained for him, strained for release. And then it hit with the impact of a bullet, making me cry out and claw at his back with my nails. My inner muscles spasmed around him, and I moaned in wonder as he took me climbing again. The second climax was as strong as the first, rocking my self to my very core. And this time, he came with me, grinding his mouth to me as he pumped one last time, and then went rigid above me. For several long minutes, we lay there, tangled and still, our ragged breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I couldn’t move, my bones weak, I was nonexistent. I never ever experienced an orgasm even close to that in my adult life, not to mention the level of sensuality, passion, eroticism and intensity Stave had shown me.
I’d ever suspected sex with Stave would be half as satisfying as what we’d just done. With a reluctant groan, Stave rolled aside. The air in the room washed over my naked, damp body, making me shiver. But a second later, Stave’d pulled back the bedspread and was dragging me toward the headboard. Stave tucked me under the covers, propped a pillow beneath my head and then slipped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. “They were my hubby’s idea.” The words popped out without conscious thought. “What was?” “The panties. My hubby always tells me that It would be very sexy If I do not wear any, and see you are also appreciating this.”
Slowly, methodically, he moved in and out. Smooth motions at first, then building in speed and intensity. My breathing increased, my lungs contracting to absorb less and less oxygen with each breath. I raised my legs higher, gripping him about the waist, doing everything I could to pull him deeper. It wasn’t enough. Stave was pounding into me now, his fingers digging into the flesh of my buttocks, but still I wanted more. I wanted harder, faster, stronger… More, more, more.
Even as I thought it, the words tumbled from my lips. Broken and disjointed, but directly into Stave’s ear. He heard, agreed, obeyed, took me higher and faster until I was gasping. My body strained for him, strained for release. And then it hit with the impact of a bullet, making me cry out and claw at his back with my nails. My inner muscles spasmed around him, and I moaned in wonder as he took me climbing again. The second climax was as strong as the first, rocking my self to my very core. And this time, he came with me, grinding his mouth to me as he pumped one last time, and then went rigid above me. For several long minutes, we lay there, tangled and still, our ragged breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I couldn’t move, my bones weak, I was nonexistent. I never ever experienced an orgasm even close to that in my adult life, not to mention the level of sensuality, passion, eroticism and intensity Stave had shown me.
I’d ever suspected sex with Stave would be half as satisfying as what we’d just done. With a reluctant groan, Stave rolled aside. The air in the room washed over my naked, damp body, making me shiver. But a second later, Stave’d pulled back the bedspread and was dragging me toward the headboard. Stave tucked me under the covers, propped a pillow beneath my head and then slipped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. “They were my hubby’s idea.” The words popped out without conscious thought. “What was?” “The panties. My hubby always tells me that It would be very sexy If I do not wear any, and see you are also appreciating this.”
His grin turned even more wicked, “Your husband is right. He winked at me and said Remind me to send him a thank-you note when we get back. And maybe a pay raise. Go to sleep now,” Stave whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. This was somewhat lacking, but I was too tired and too satisfied to care. Curling into him, I closed my eyes and let my self drift off, vaguely aware of the smile stretched across my face. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Stave for showing me how lovemaking could be. I had been wildly unfaithful to my husband but incredibly, I did not feel guilty. I didn’t feel I was doing any wrong to my husband.
I returned home from that trip very confused, yet elated. After that incident we went on to have sex in my office, his office, his house, and my house. Each time we made love it was so intense we lost track of time, it seemed to go away. Words can’t even describe how my whole body tingled from his devouring of me. He touched my soul. I had the feeling of oneness with him that I had never felt before. I dreamed about him and daydreamed about the moments we spent together.
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