Chapter 5:
It happened so fast. Just so fast that she didn’t have time to even think about what was going on or how foolish it was. One moment she was standing there, staring into his eyes, cracking some silly joke, and the next his body was against hers, and their mouths were fused. His hand went to her hair, yanking it out of the clip she had put it into so carefully.
Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her inner thighs quivered as she felt that masculine hardness of his against her lower body, pressing against her flesh in a manly and insistent way, one that caused an answering ache and beat in her body.
Her tongue met his, and her gasp was low and desperate as his fingers clutched at her shoulders then brought her even closer to him and into fuller contact with his muscular body. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and the pressure was extreme, and hot too.
He walked her to the bed, and she fell across it, her body sprawling out on the covers. His fingers worked against her skin, sending throbs of pleasure beating through her lower belly. He found the clasp for the bralette she wore and then he loosened it, allowing her breasts to tumble free.
His body shone, and the muscles beneath his skin flexed and tensed as he bent over her. The sight of his broad chest and shoulders made her lips part in a little gasp. She began to work at his clothes as his fingers found the clever little snap at the front of her belt and loosed it, tugging the harem-like pants down and exposing her body.
His tunic went over his head and then she yanked at the trousers he wore. He kicked them off, revealing the package of bone and muscle there, as well as the lean angles of his hips. The hair at the junction of his thighs was thick and coarse, and his cock jutted up from his body at a stiff angle, and the sight of it was too tempting. She had to have him, had to touch him and taste him.
He joined her on the bed, and she reached out. Her fingers trailed along his member, stroking along the heavy veins there. He gasped, and his hips shot forward. Her fingers curled around his dick, fisting it.
He was hot, throbbing, and stiff. His prick twitched and pulsed below her fingers, and she stroked it gently, curling her fist tighter and then dipping her head a bit so she could lick the soft skin at the head. It thickened yet again, and that skin that she had just licked stretched tight and became shiny.
Margie’s fingers moved along the heavy shaft of his dick, exploring the satiny texture of the surface before she wriggled and turned so that she was on top of him, her crotch above his eager mouth. His hands caught her bottom, and his fingers pressed deep into her cheeks, parting them.
Margie went back to his throbbing staff. The whole enormous girth was purple and swollen, and she squeezed gently, and then bent her head to it, letting her tongue wander up and around the shaft before licking across the head again to capture the salty drop of fluid slipping from the slit at the top of it.
His hands tugged at her hair and hips bucked into her face, but she kept going. Her fingers moved to his sac, and she cradled his balls in her hand, letting her thumb run across the soft, wrinkled surface of that flesh.
“That feels good,” Jeval panted out, and then his mouth went to the soft and dripping folds of her inner flesh, his breath blew against that wet heat there, and she shivered, her mouth working harder to take him down her throat and please him.
“No,” she said as she pulled her wet mouth away from his glistening prick, “I am not trying to do anything but make you happy.”
Her hips hung in the air above his head, her juices dripping onto his lips and his tongue came out to swipe away the creamy drops of fluid gathered near her clit. Her ass shook and trembled, and her mouth opened wider as she strove to take every inch of him down her throat. She wanted it all; she wanted him deep inside of her body; she wanted to feel him inside her swollen passageway; and she wanted it soon, but first, she wanted this incredible giving and receiving.
The pleasure was so intense, her body rocked and swayed above his. She was pinned on his cock, swallowing it eagerly as his mouth worked against her pussy, coaxing even more fluids to spill from her body.
His fingers moved inside her, thrusting and withdrawing as his tongue found her clit and massaged it in a way that seemed designed to drive her insane. Her mouth tightened, and she let her fingers slide across his testicles, cupping them and stroking them again.
Jeval slid a finger into her anus. That pleasure, coupled with the feel of his tongue on her clit and his other fingers inside her body jolted her toward orgasm. A tremendous shudder went through her. Her hips arched up and down as her mouth went back to work on his cock.
She came. Hard. Her whole body shook, and her hands clutched desperately at his thighs.
She let him slide out of her mouth and walked her body down his until she was poised above his member. His hands gripped her ass, separating her cheeks as she lowered herself onto his engorged and swollen flesh.
She slid down him, her walls opening to take him in. The feel of him inside her, all the way inside of her body, caused her hips to shake and her inner folds to spasm. He filled her completely, taking her in ways she had never known before. Her legs shook as she balanced above him, rocking and writhing, feverish in her attempts to feel his cock at the very end of her tunnel.
Her whimpers became moans, and she heard his answering cries as she lifted her body up and away from his, not letting him withdraw completely, and then slid back down again.
She came, hot gushes of fluid streaming from her body and onto his hot flesh. She felt his cock give a long throb and then several smaller ones and heard his moan of release below her own cries.
Her sigh of contentment became a moan of pleasure as he moved low again. She whispered, “Jeval, I…”
“I am not done.”
The words, slow and a little throaty, sent warm breath across her wet flesh, adding a new layer of sensation to that skin there and making a long and slow thrill run up and down her skin.
That sensation spiraled up again, that time even more intense than the first time he had done that to her. His fingers dipped between her legs and found the wetness there then spread it across her labia. The musky scent of her arousal filled the room, and her ass lifted so he could slide his fingers higher to the throbbing flesh of her clit.
He massaged it in slow circles, and she whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her hips lifted and lowered.
His fingers thrust into her slippery inner folds, and she cried out as sensation spiked through her body. His hands went back to rubbing her ass cheeks, gently lifting and squeezing the flesh and muscles of them before going back to her clit and massaging it hard and fast.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, “Oh my God, that feels so good.”
