Helen let out a yelp of surprise and giggled as he noisily kissed the tops of her breasts and nipples and the tender skin beneath.
“Spread your legs, my sweet.”
She did his bidding, her thighs cradling his torso.
Feeling far too exposed as he worked his way down her body with a series of licks and nips and kisses, Helen inhaled softly several times.
“I’m going to taste all of you,” he warned from somewhere below her navel.
“Are you going to be engaging in that...in that Roman art?”she whispered.
His movements suddenly stilled, and he glanced up to see her head was lifted from the pillow, her face displaying a look of wonder.“That’s my intention,” he said.The lower half of his body was nearly off the bed as he smoothed his warm hands beneath the globes of her bottom and lifted them until she was forced to bend her knees and open herself to him.
Her head settled back onto the pillow and she reached down to place a hand atop his head, her fingers clutching his hair as his tongue sought her most private place.Inhaling sharply when his tongue made contact somewhere beyond her curls, she jerked beneath his hold.All at once, his tongue dipped inside her, the rough texture setting off quivers of pleasure deep inside her.Arching her back to take him deeper, she moaned and struggled to breathe.“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered, her fingers still entwined in his hair.“Oh, Thomas,” she whispered.
He responded with a moan but pulled his tongue out of her to flick it across something that sent sharp darts of pleasure through her abdomen before he drove his tongue back into her channel.
“I cannot...I cannot take any more,” she whispered, her head tossing back and forth in the pillow as she tried to push his head away from her.
“You cannot because...you don’t like it?Or?—?”
“Oh, I like it, I do,” she replied.“But I feel as if I’m going to faint from too much pleasure,” she murmured.“Is this what’s it’s like for you?”
He lifted his head from between her thighs and blinked.“We’re about to find out.”
“I don’t know if I have the strength to climb atop you,” she said before a giggle suddenly erupted.
He lifted his torso with his arms and crawled up her body until the tip of his manhood was at her entrance, glad when she pressed her thighs to his.“Then we shall do it this way.Will you help me in?”
She seemed uncertain at first, but reached down with a hand to grip and guide his member until he was half buried into her.“Push,” she whispered.
He groaned, pushing into her before pulling out an inch or so.He tried again to bury his cock within her wet channel, finally sheathing himself completely on the third try.His eyes closed and his expression conveyed his bliss.“I hope to God this isn’t hurting you,” he murmured.
She shook her head.“It just feels very...full is all,” she replied.“You’re terribly large down there,” she added.
“Not too large, though.Damn but you feel glorious, my sweet, sweet goddess,” he whispered.“I have to move now, though.”
Her eyes rounded when he pulled almost all the way out of her before he thrust into her.She inhaled sharply, instinctively clenching on him when she felt his next retreat.
He groaned.“I’m...I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer,” he warned.“You’re so tight, so wet, so...”With his next thrust, his body seized, the cords in his neck straining as his eyes squeezed shut, and a most unnatural groan sounded from his throat.
For a moment, Helen feared for his life, but when she felt a sudden warmth deep inside, she understood what had happened.“I do hope you’re not in pain,” she whispered.
His eyes opened and he displayed a grin.“The exact opposite, my sweet.I have never felt such pleasure.”He lowered his chest to hers, his arms nearly giving out as his strength seemed to leave his body all at once.“Hang onto me,” he said as he rolled until his back was on the mattress and she was on top of him, her eyes wide with surprise as she gripped his shoulders.
“Oh,” she said on a breath.
“Are you all right?”he asked, his labored breaths slowly returning to normal as his arms seemed to relax atop her back.
“I think so,” she murmured, wiggling her hips and tightening her knees’ hold on his sides in an attempt to keep his manhood from escaping her body.
He chuckled.“I’m not ready for more yet,” he whispered.
“You mean, we can do it again?”
Chuckling softly, he moaned.“If you’re not too sore.”He moved a hand to the side of her face and stroked her cheek.“Did it hurt?I’m told it won’t after a time or two.”
She sighed, the warm breath washing over his chest.“Truth be told, I’m not sure what I feel down there at the moment,” she replied.“Other than....alive.”
