Chapter 7
What the Body Wants
Hillary Beck
Ilay on the soft white bed, naked, wanting, and filled with thrilling ache and a deep desire for him.
“Gale,” I called out his name, I wanted him inside of me, I could feel my pussy tingling and longing for him. He kissed me slowly, his hands felt warm on my chilled body, his rough, big palm brushed against my skin; I squeezed his strong shoulders, and slowly moved my hands up to his earlobe, my fingers running through his rugged hair, as he looked up at me with his wild dark eyes. My legs parted as I felt him moving down my body with kisses. His touch ignited in me sensations that I had never felt before. I felt lust rush through me knowing he wanted me. I shivered with each kiss, his hands pushing my hips down, strong but not hurting, and with one hand, he spread my legs wider. I gasped sharply as he parted my labia and found my clit. The next thing I knew, his firm tender lips pressed against my wet vagina, I felt his tongue licking me, bringing me higher and I let him taste and eat me until I came.
“My turn.” I sat up on the bed, my stomach clenched as I saw his sexy smirk. I looked down to where his hard cock was hiding, now protruding through his boxers. I pushed him lightly on his bare chest and he fell back into his pillow throne. I licked my lips and wandered downwards. By now wetness flowed between my legs, my nipples hardening for him. I stroked his hard cock against his boxers, making him groan. He sat up slightly, watching me. My thumb teased the tip of his cock and felt dampness from his pre-ejaculation. I cupped his cock with my mouth and stroking it up and down. Gale pulled his boxer off and I quickly wrapped my fingers around his big thick cock as tight as I could and started moving up and down its length. Watching him watching me licking and tasting him.
“Hillary.” When he called my name, the rising burning passion rushed through my body and I moaned around his shaft. He reached out to the lock of hair that had fallen and covered my face, gently pulling it backward. “Deeper,” he commanded. I went deeper and, feeling his cock harden, my hands helped to stroke it. He pulled my head away from his crotch and before I knew it, I was pinned underneath him, fervently kissing him again and again. He reached out to one of my plump breasts, his coarse hands squeezing and his fingers caressing and teasing my nipple as I squealed in ecstasy. Now, I didn’t care about the fact that this was wrong. No, all I had wanted was him.
He rolled me over and grabbed my ass. He thrust two fingers into my wet slippery hole. I almost melted from the sensation; I could feel his cock teasing my clit. I wanted him to take me, but he was being naughty, playing with me, I pushed myself backward and was met with his hard cock filling me up. I gasped as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me.
“I’m coming,” I yelped uncontrollably, overpowered by this sensation.
“Yes, baby, come for me.” I felt as if though I was soaring through the stars. I clutched the bedsheets, as the waves of pleasure got stronger and stronger. And then I exploded. I moaned loudly, and our bodies collided in sweat. Just as I was about to turn around to embrace him again, I woke up with a jolt, gasping as my body shuddered with emotions.
It had all just been a dream. A very wonderful dream, but a dream, nevertheless. I didn’t know why I couldn’t get him out of my mind. What was it about him that continued to fascinate me? Even though I knew that he would only bring pain and misery, why couldn’t I get him out of my mind? Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw him.
I saw his tantalizing eyes and his handsome face. I saw the promise on his lips and I felt the intensity of his gaze. It was as if he was peering into my soul. I needed to fight the craving I felt for him, but try as I might, I couldn’t.
I collapsed back onto the bed, my head filled with images of our bodies slithering and intertwined in each other.
What was I going to do?
