She was sure she was going to come simply from his relentless attention to her breasts alone, if he continued that way. Several times the tug of pressure on her nipples sent a jolt of heat into her core. She ground her hips against his. His cock seemed to grow even larger and harder, if that were possible.
At last, he lifted his lips and looked into her eyes. His gaze held a bone-melting, hungry look she’d never seen before.
“I want you,” he whispered. He rose onto his knees and placed his hands on either side of her.
Grabbing his waist, she pulled him toward her mouth. “Not yet. I have something for you first.” She licked her lips.
He grinned and walked up on his knees until his cock was poised in front of her. She grasped the base with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. He leaned back and groaned.
Then she took him into her mouth and sucked. He undulated with the beat of a primitive drum only he could hear. She’d never wanted to do this for any other man, but for Sly she didn’t think twice. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could—to show him a fraction of how happy he made her.
He reached behind and ran his fingers over her slick, aching folds. She pulled in a shuddering breath but continued to suck until he said, “Stop. No more.”
He backed down the bed until his mouth was level with hers. He leaned over and crushed her lips in a brief but hot kiss. Then he continued to back down between her legs, until his mouth reached her most intimate spot.
He ran his tongue up and down the ridges of her labia. She whimpered and pleaded with him incoherently. At last, he zeroed in on her clit and lapped it rapidly and repeatedly. The pleasure zinged through her, pushing her higher and higher.
Finally, she shattered. Crying out, ripples of joy sped through her shuddering body. She rode the high until she couldn’t take any more.
As soon as she had begun to breathe normally again, he settled gently on top of her. The head of his cock nudged her slick opening.
Morgaine caught her breath softly. Her mind spun and her body tingled. A few hours ago, she didn’t know if she’d ever see Sly again. Now she was going to join with him in the most intimate way possible.
With a small thrust, he pushed the head of his cock inside her and stopped. He lowered his face and kissed her softly. She sighed and surrendered willingly. He pushed his hips forward a little more but stopped again. She was getting impatient. She wanted him. All of him. All the way.
“Please, Sly. I need you. All of you.”
He smiled and pushed ahead slowly until he was fully seated. He caressed her cheek with one finger and reached between them with the other hand to where they were joined. He rubbed little circles around her clit as he withdrew and thrust. If he kept going slow like this, she’d go mad.
As if sensing her frenzy, he coated his finger with her juices and rubbed quick strokes across her clit while he increased the tempo of his thrusts. She moaned her gratitude and sensed the building tension in her core.
Finally, her pleasure peaked and shock waves erupted, radiating from her core to the top of her head to her fingers and toes and back again. She quivered and shook, trying to be quiet, but unable to stop a scream of ecstasy as it tore from her lips.
She screamed and bucked and screamed some more as Sly stayed right on the source of her pleasure until every last drop of bliss had been wrung from her. He came with a few uneven jerks and gasps. At last, he dropped next to her and they lay spent.
She curled into the crook of his arm. Softly, she murmured, “I love you, Sly.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I love you too. I always will.” A smile entered his voice, “After all, you’re my beloved.”
A wave of contentment filled her. “You’re mine too.”
That evening, as Jules opened his door to the hallway, the strong smell of alcohol almost knocked him over. “Don’t tell me they’re partying in the basement again. And even if they are, why the hell does their booze waft way up here?”
He was about to take his trash out to the dumpster, so he figured he’d swing by the basement on his way and check on things. He jogged down the flight of stairs to the first floor, leaned his trash bag by the basement door and opened it. A wave of crisp ethanol-scented air hit his nostrils like swimming through a cold spot in the ocean.
“What the hell?”
He flipped on the light switch and took the cellar stairs double time. “Ladies? Are you down here?”
All was quiet. Except for a small dripping sound. Afraid something in the laundry room might have sprung a leak, he went there first. He checked the deep sink, the pipes beneath and behind all the washing machines. Everything was dry.
Whew! I can skate by on my false claims of plumbing expertise for a while longer.
“So where is that damn dripping and strong smell coming from?”
He moved to the other half of the basement and peered around the boxes, half expecting to hear female giggles again. Not this time. Just that infernal dripping sound. It sounded like it was coming from the back wall. As he approached, he noticed something he hadn’t seen before. A crack spanned the length of the wall right at the bump out.
That’s weird.
