Subject: Always This Way With Us.
(M/F, spanking, sex)
From: bookbabe@bigfoot.com (Michele )
Date: 22 Oct 1998 17:27:14 -0700
This story is dedicated to fishface, who inspires in me the most wonderful fantasies.
copyright bookbabe@bigfoot.com. Do not repost, archive or re-transmit without the permission of the author.
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Rain is falling; we hear it through the opened bedroom window as I lie in your arms. Cool air makes the curtains ripple and dance. Earlier you had shut this window, and the room had grown hot, our bodies sticky. But now the night air and the soft sound of the rain cool and ease me.
I bring your hand up to my face, rubbing my cheek against it, revelling in how hot your palm is from spanking me. I love your hand-its size and strength; its gentleness and power. Guiding it down to my breast, I arch into your caress as you cup and squeeze, a self-assured explorer of this new geography. My body is alien territory that you explore, with wetlands and forest to discover. Like a mapmaker, you are learning my planes and curves, declivities and hollows.
It feels good to ache like this, thighs throbbing with strap marks, ass sore from your hand and the hair brush. And my cunt. It pulses as I remember how you buried your face between my welted, widespread thighs, your mouth insistent as you ferreted out my secrets. My orgasm left me giddy and breathless, laughing with the uncomplicated joy of it.
And before I could catch my breath, you flipped me over, mounting me from behind. I buried my face against the pillows as your teeth sank into my neck, my reddened ass arched into the air to receive you. And when you spanked me as you fucked me, I came again, your voice and your hand urging me on. Now, as you pinion my leg with one of your own and lick at my neck, I want you again.
How quickly desire returns. Is it always this way with new lovers? Will it always be this way with us?
I am overcome with the need to suckle your cock, to taste you. More than anything I would like to be on my knees before you, your hands gentle for the moment in my hair and on my head, but I'm too damned lazy to leave this bed. So slowly I make my way down your body, planting soft kisses on your neck and chest, finding your nipples hidden in hair that grows like kudzu, a wilderness leading down to the springy forest of your pubic hair.
Your cock is soft at first, and I slip it into my mouth, sucking very lightly, feeling you lengthen and harden in the wetness of my mouth. The first bead of pre-cum drips onto my tongue, salty, viscid, and I concentrate on the taste of you. Moaning, your voice slurred and urgent, you cup the back of my head, guiding your cock deeper, until it butts against my throat.
As your hips thrust and your hands work my mouth on and off your cock I suck hard, flooding my mouth with spittle, my cheeks hollowing and bulging. Hollowing and bulging. My tongue lies flat against the underside of your shaft, stroking it as you fuck my mouth, flicking now and then against your glans.
I feel so powerful as I suck your cock. Powerful, but submissive, too. It's an interesting contradiction, this need to kneel before you and take you inside me, heart open wide, and the delight I take in your vulnerability as you surrender to the pleasure I give you.
With a soft sigh you climax, semen flooding my mouth, your hands pulling at my hair. I swallow slowly and lazily, uncaring that beads of cum escape my mouth and trickle onto my lips.
For a while we lie like that, content, my face resting on your thigh, your hands, gentle now, cupping the back of my head. As we listen to the sounds of the night, I'm overcome with a desire to run outside and dance in the rain, feel the water splash my face and stream down my back.