It seemed he was always standing over her, watching her do her programming. A brilliant computer scientist she wasn’t, but at least she seemed to like computers. The biggest problem with hanging out with her was that she was always coming to him for help, even from the beginning, when she was studying Karel the Robot. And that stuff was so easy. At least they had a common frame of reference. And he got to spend time with her, which, in the long run, made it all worth it.. He loved to spend time with her.
He’d never gone too far with her, for fear of damaging their friendship, but some of the most passionate kisses, and the most intense responses he’d ever received had come from this woman. Tonight was destined to be a wild time. He could just feel it. It was a very animal feeling, and he had been growling in anticipation all day. That was one interesting thing about this fiery girl; she brought out the animal in him.
All these thoughts, his reverie, was broken; he’d been stroking her firm shoulders, and she, her concentration broken, had leaned her head back against his stomach. He transferred his stroking fingers from her shoulders onto her neck. Her neck was so soft, the skin milky white, and, around her hairline, layered with short, soft, brown hair. “Kissable,” he thought, and then he knelt at her side, and did.
As his lips touched her neck, just below her ear, a soft moan escaped her lips. It was just what he wanted to hear. He loved and listened for that sound, and tonight it was long and drawn out. Instead of her usual quiet pleasure, she turned her head quickly to face him. Shock flashed across his face as her lips sought his for a hungry kiss.
As lips touched, he put his arms around her, and pulled her close to him, almost pulling her off of her chair. The kiss intensified and her moans intermingled with his. She took a drastic step. She climbed down, off of her seat, tightening her grip on his shoulders, and pulled him closer to herself. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn’t hear it. All his concentration was being focused on her. Her lips on his, the feel of her back against his hands, the smell of her, the taste of her mouth.
A wave of purest passion washed over him, as, much to his wonderment, she pushed him to the floor, flat on his back. Her lips found their way back to his, and smothered him again. His hands wandered down her body, from the small of her back to her legs, covered by silky stockings and a modest skirt, now pulled up in a far less-than-modest way, baring her lacy panties. His hands idled leisurely, caressing her waist, her thighs. Her kisses ceased abruptly, but only to expose her neck and newly exposed chest to his kisses.
She had quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and now it hung open, exposing her breasts to his eager mouth. His lips quickly surrounded one nipple, gently nibbling, kissing, holding it between his tongue and upper teeth, suckling. She moaned louder, and ground herself harder against his midsection. The motion aroused him further, even though he thought himself near his peak.
Eagerness filled him with great strength, and he rolled her over onto her back with a single fluid motion. He peeled off his own shirt, and pressing down onto her, wedged himself between her now-spread legs. Their partially clothed bodies writhed together in pleasure, and he, pressing down onto her, pushed his lips over hers. He was unable to use his hands, as they were holding him up, but she had no such encumbrance. She allowed her hands to wander down his chest, to his stomach, and down to his pants, where she briefly struggled with the buttons on his jeans. Soon his fly was open, and her hand snaked into the opening.
When she touched him, the state of his arousal startled them both. She could fairly feel him twitching underneath her hand. As he continued to smother her chest in kisses and occasional nibbles, she worked her hand underneath the thin layer of his underwear. When her flesh met his, he started, and nearly cried out. A fire had shot through his body the likes he’d never felt before. He knew he had to do something, or risk losing control too soon.
He extricated himself from her caress, and moved slowly down her body, to place himself, on his elbows, between her legs. He took hold of her panties, and pulled them slowly down, as she lifted herself off the floor to assist him. With them out of the way, he spread her legs wider apart, and pushed his face closer to her awaiting womanhood. He inhaled, and savored the scent of her arousal. It quickened his already booming pulse, and brought forth more of the animal in him. He growled, and lowered his lips to her. After a preparatory kiss, his tongue slid out of his mouth, and into her, tasting her, and eliciting a loud moan from her. She put her hands on his head and pushed him against her. His tongue slid further into her, and she called out yet again.
Hearing her cries of ecstasy, he continued to work his tongue over her most sensitive parts. Her soft moans and cries only made him happier and lustier. He moved faster and ran his tongue over those places he knew would drive her crazy. It was all he could do to keep his mouth upon her, with her bucking so wildly. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too. Nothing made him feel nearly so good as pleasing his partner, and for it to taste so good as well was a double treat.
He knew her moment had arrived, for the first time that night, when he plunged his tongue into her again, and felt the first quiverings of orgasm. He kept his tongue inside her when he felt her insides clutching at him, and rode the spasms out, savoring every drop of the sweet juice that was pouring from her. She was just shy of screaming, as she pressed his face further into her, and he kept up a constant movement of his tongue on her clitoris. She shuddered finally, and lay back, quivering slightly. He leaned up on his elbows, and smiled a sated, some would say smug smile. Nothing got him hotter than making a woman come.
There were looks in both of their eyes that said no matter how good that was, there was a whole lot more to come. Even panting, she looked like she was ready for more. And he certainly was as well. He reached down and pulled off his pants and underwear in one motion, finally releasing his restrained manhood. He looked up at her face again, and smiling a similar smile, moved slowly up her body. She smiled up at him as his face lowered to hers, and their lips met. The kiss was long and passionate, and it did nothing but fan his lust. He felt her hand slide down, between their bodies, and touch him. He had to fight for control again, but the urgency subsided enough to keep him from spontaneously combusting.
But not for long. She wasn’t touching him just to touch. She was guiding him towards her waiting cleft Apparently she wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be there. He moved his hips to accommodate her, and felt her place the head of his cock at the very entrance to the nirvana he sought. With a great deal of willpower, he slowly, very slowly, entered her. She gasped, her arms and legs encircling him, trying to pull him into her faster. But he had other ideas. Once he was barely inside of her, about an inch or so, he stopped, and looked down at her blissful but hungry face.
“Do you want it?” he asked her in a husky voice, betraying some of his own desire.
“Oh, God, yes,” she panted.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard!” she cried out.
Just at that moment, he drove into her, pushing with all the force he could muster, sinking down into her, and eliciting a cry from her. He knew he was going to have to take it slow, but that didn’t bother him too much. Slow and steady may not win races, but it made for some of the best lovemaking. He began to move out of her, slowly lifting himself as he did so. After a few gentle strokes, he remained inside of her, and just rocked, so that the motion moved him inside of her, but he never really left. Just light rocks back and forth, and he could still feel the insides of her clutching to him. “Still recovering,” he thought, and levered himself up onto his palms, and pulled slowly out of her, stopping less than an inch from leaving her. He then pushed into her again, this time eliciting less of a scream and more of a moan of lusty pleasure. He then set up a rhythm of steady strokes, moving deeper into her, and leaning down again to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around him again, and pulled him tighter into her. His pace increased, and he pushed into her as fast and as deep as he could. She frantically kissed him, and alternately called out, heightening his arousal. He could feel the impending eruption, and moved faster and faster. He could tell there was no turning back now. He pulled away from her face to get as much leverage as he could and he slammed into her again and again, each time drawing a moan or a cry from her. He could feel her starting to tighten around him again, and that was all he could take.
As he slammed into her one last time, the orgasm took him and shook him. He called out, the first time he had all night. The come gushed out, nearly filling her. It felt like he came and came. It felt like gallons. Of course he knew it wasn’t but such a release was a powerful thing. He collapsed against her. She sought out his lips with her own and kissed him passionately. He just lay there,kissing her, feeling himself slowly losing his rigidity, and reveling in the feeling of being inside of her.
He opened his eyes to see her looking at him. The hunger that had been in those eyes was still there, burning bright. He smiled, rolled away from her, onto his back and beside her. She rolled onto her side next to him, and, resting her head on his chest, stroked his chest and stomach. He looked down at her, laying next to him, and sighed with great contentment. But it seemed she was far from content. Her hand had, in fact, begun to move down, past his waist, and now was touching his semi-hard cock. She played with it as though it were her toy. Even with the exertions of the last half-hour, he found himself beginning to rise to the occasion. But it seemed she had her own ideas about what should happen next, for she rose from beside him, and moved to kneel next to his hip.
He could hardly believe it when she leaned down and took his now hard dick into her mouth. The sensation was wonderful. He’d never experienced the like before, and it was certainly up on his list of truly pleasurable things. She lolled her tongue over his manhood, and bathed his balls with long licks. Then her mouth surrounded the end of his shaft, slowly sliding down. She began to pump him in and out, her fingers digging into his thigh. He moaned, his hands clutching at the open air, and his nails nearly gouging scratch marks in the floor. She came up for a breath, and gasped “Oh God, you taste so good.” before dipping her head down again to take his entire length in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she pulled upward, the combined sucking and licking bringing out a loud, low groan. The sensations were preparing to overtake him, and force an early end to the fun, so he motioned her to stop. With some playful resistance, he pushed her onto her back, and positioned himself with his face mere inches from her, between her thighs. He loved this view, and the he knew that after the intensity of their lovemaking, the orgasm he would give her would be immense.
He leaned down, and kissed at the tender flesh, all red and exposed from the rough treatment he had dealt out earlier. His lips were gentle yet insistent, and his tongue dextrous and untiring. Soon she was moaning again, and he could hardly wait for her to get off again. He refrained from pushing his tongue into her, but paid close attention to her clit. That was a little toy he loved. He would take it between tongue and teeth, and suckle at it, as though he were a baby, at it’s mother’s breast. He could just lay and suckle like that for hours, and often wished he really could. It seemed to have the desired effect upon her, because her moans intensified, and she began to buck her hips into his face. He held onto her, and forced his mouth over her clit, and lapped at it. She cried out, and, spasming, stopped bucking. He could see the effect the orgasm was having on her. She was awash in pure pleasure, as wave after wave of sensation and release washed over her. It was a blissful sight.
He gave her a few minutes to ride out the effects of this most recent of orgasms. She was just beginning to get back to breathing regularly when he patted her lovingly on the thigh.
“Roll over, baby,” he said, “Kneel in front of me.”
She moved in front of him, facing away, and raised her sweet ass up off the ground. When she was kneeling, he moved in close behind her, and, pushing her gently forward, moved his hips right up to touch her. He felt her hand move in to touch him from underneath her, as she leaned down. He felt her stroking him, and moving him closer to her. When she had placed him against her opening, she leaned full force onto her arms, and, looking over her shoulder at him, smiled.
He reached down, and took hold of her waist, and gently pushed himself into her. The sensation, as usual, was wonderful. The position lent a different, exotic feel to her, and he reveled in it as he moved slowly in and out of her, pulling her onto him by her waist. As she became accustomed to him again, he started to move quicker. His strokes were deeper, and he felt himself slam into her again and again. He could hear her breathing heavily, and feel her clamping down on him. He knew it was going to be a while before he was ready, and kept up a quick stroking pattern. She was still riding the effects of her most recent orgasm, and as such, was much closer than he.
He felt himself getting closer, aided by the action of her muscles, working around his cock. He quickened his pace, feeling the flesh of her ass slamming against his pelvis, and took a better hold on her waist. Between his pulling, and her rocking back against him, there was no way he could hold out. He felt the pressure build, build to it’s breaking point, and then the release. He pushed deep into her, holding her against him, feeling himself being drained into her. He wasn’t the only one enjoying it, as she leaned back harder, and attempted to pull more and more come from him.
He knelt there for a long thirty seconds before he moved further. Then it was to pull out from her, and collapse next to her. She rocked back on her haunches and looked at him, laying there, wasted and exhausted. She lay down next to him, and, resting her head on his chest, listened to his heartbeat as his pulse returned to normal, and his breathing resumed it’s normal pace. They lay like that for a long time, just content to be in one another’s company, and not have anywhere to be other than right there, in each others arms.
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