The Marital Position
Kenya Nüshén
This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright© 2007 Kenya Adams
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Acknowledgement
Thank you, first and always, to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Thank You to the One who first loved me, who now and always will love me unconditionally. To the One who gave me the talent, the voice and heart to help. Thank You to the Great I Am who is Love, who created Love and whom without, true love cannot exist nor flourish. Thank You to the Omniscient God who created marriage and passion (see Song of Solomon). Father, I pray that those who have an ear to hear, a mind to understand and a heart to love, will look beyond what their eyes can see and flesh can feel. Lord, please let the hearts of the wives turn toward their husbands and the husband’s hearts toward their wives. Let them once again find love and passion to build on and create with. Thank You Father for the multi-dimensional success of this work. Amen.
Dedications
To my mom, thanks for being a mom even when you didn’t know how. It’s appreciated more than you know. Thank you for speaking ‘strength’ into me even when you didn’t know how much I would need it in future times. Love you always. To my brother, Orin, thanks for always believing in and supporting me and for being my kindred spirit. Some days I don’t know what I would have done without you. Love you, man. To my sister, Naji, thank you for being there in the past during my lowest times. Times when I should have been a better example for you. I’ll never forget it. Love you, sis. To my brother, Ben, thanks for always keeping it real. I appreciate and love you for it. Reach higher! To my brother Josh....love you little bro! You have more potential than you realize. To my children, niece and nephews, may you all find and marry your ordained mates and have marriages filled with boundless love and passion. Amen. Thanks, Mek for being a second sister to me and a welcome addition to the family. To my cousin/sister, Nikke, all the love and blessings I can speak in a lifetime for you and your family. Love you Queen. Thank you. Charity, thank you for selflessly opening your home and giving my family a glimpse of the peace to come. To my idea man, Cinque; other half of the dream team…I love you. Andrea Edwards, my first and truest fan…I don’t have the words. Thank you seems small. And to my readers: Funny thing about free will is, it's solely based on choice. I pray that everyone will 'choose' to be happy, healthy and free to love. Thank you for your support.
Kenya Nüshén
To:
All men in good and right standing. To those feeling alone and unappreciated. To those desiring the reality of the fairytale. To those hurting. To those waiting. To the unbelievers. Do not despair. There are safe havens in the world who desire your strength, your wit, your wisdom, your kindness, your creativity, your sense of adventure, your comfort, your intelligence, your sensitivity, your loyalty, your imperfections, your faith, your talent, your respect, your diversity, your love and your every pleasure. She is only waiting for you to find her. Please allow patience to be your road and God to be your guide to the place where you can open your heart. You, also, are worthy.
Love,
Kenya Nüshén
Kenya Nüshén
Would be honored by your presence
At the reading of her first, but certainly not last
Collection of erotic short stories
You are hereby cordially invited to witness the marriage
Of love and sensuality
Within the bonds of strong, imperfect, committed relationships
Where: The Marital Position
When: Now
Passionate love making to follow….
Enjoy
Table of Contents
Let’s Play……………………………………...1
The Marriage Bed……………………………34
In the Cool of the Night……………………...45
Dining Out…………………………………...54
Business Trip………………………………...68
Making Up Isn’t Hard to Do…………………77
Anniversary……………………………..........98
Breakfast in Bed, Sort of……………………115
Fantastic Voyage……………………………137
Late Morning, Good Morning………………152
The Doctor Is In…………………………….165
Communication……………………………..183
In the Closet………………………………...208
Valentine Mayhem………………………….226
Chapter 1
Let’s Play
She was being hunted. At least that’s how she felt. Of course being hunted was the predator’s game, yet and still she felt some small thrill at being the chosen prey. Everywhere she went in the semi-crowded art museum, she could feel his eyes on her. At times she even glimpsed him out of the corner of her eye, standing in that quiet way she’d come to know, as matter moved about him but did not affect him or his personal space.
He’d been following her for several days now, watching her. The intensity of his gaze washed over her like an electric shower. She’d first noticed him while standing in line at a Starbuck’s several blocks from her home. The line was moving rather slowly as unfortunately the cashier was new. She stood patiently, as the line inched forward, tuning out the shop’s early morning conversations, while going over the presentation she would have to give later in the day.
Suddenly awareness nudged into her thoughts, a feeling of being examined. She turned her head slightly to the left, couples, students and executives were enjoying their morning ritual while conversing or watching the morning rush of cars and people outside of the large shop window. To her right was more of the same. In the corner a regular named John, whom she spoke to on occasion, sat reading the paper. He raised his head, spotted her and nodded. She nodded in return and was turning her head with the thought of dismissing the notion of being watched, when her eyes fell upon him. Looking back she didn’t know how it was that she’d missed him yet there he sat. Even then it seemed as if everyone in the shop was orbiting around him.
What rays the sun could maneuver between the tall buildings, came in through the glass, found him and was like a spotlight, highlighting the warm browns and reds of his cinnamon colored skin. His body looked long and lean beneath the long-sleeved, white sweater and black slacks that he wore. Of his hands, fingers, a pianist’s fingers she thought briefly, extending from where the long sleeves ended and wrapped themselves around the coffee cup, steam still rising from its content’s. Her eyes crept up to his face and she was startled so much so that she nearly gasped. His lips were dark pink and well-shaped, the bottom lip being fuller than the top but together they conjured thoughts of sweet, teasing kisses that lasted for hours. His nose was straight but not narrow. His cheekbones sat high and well defined above his angular jaw line and rounded chin. His hair was a mass of thick, clipped curls as dark as the night before dawn, and then on to what had startled her, his eyes. They were large, dark, piercing even seemingly threatening in their intensity as they watched her, keenly from beneath equally dark eyebrows and lashes. She felt frozen in place with the darkest eyes she’d ever seen staring at her. Not staring, studying, like a cat might study its dinner. That is exactly what he reminded her of; a large cat whose movements were unerring and sleek, graceful yet determined.
All of this raced through her mind in the span of seconds as he sat there his being unruffled by the actions around him. His eyes seemed to take in every detail of her. She felt a flush of heat stinging beneath the skin of her face.
“Excuse me,” said the man behind her. She looked around. It was her turn to order.
From then on she saw him in nearly every public place she went. In the park where she went to walk and feed the ducks, she noticed him watching her from beneath a shade tree. When she’d gone downtown to shop, she’d looked out of the window, spotting him across the street, leaning casually against a telephone pole. Even at the library, he was there. Emerging from between a row of books on business, she stopped short when she saw him sitting, in plain view, at one of the tables, his dark head bent over a magazine. She looked his way when she checked out her books but he hadn’t budged. As she turned and walked out she was positive she could feel his eyes on her. And now here he was, standing not a few feet from her, observing her again, his whole body seemingly alert and listening.
She moved to the next painting and watched from the corner of her eye to see what he would do. At first he remained in place, but when a waiter walked by with a tray of glasses filled with champagne, he took one and began walking toward her. Her heart stopped in her chest then lurched into a hard thumping rhythm as she composed herself and decided the best tact to take. When he’d closed the distance between them she took a deep breath and turned to him, ready to verbally accost him with a stream of accusations, when he stopped her with a lift of his hand. “I know. I confess. I’ve been following you.” He stood off a bit from her as if on alert for an attack. His voice was low, not deep but rhythmic and steady, disarming. She started to speak but he halted her again. “I know what you’ve been thinking but you have my word I’m not a stalker.”
“You could’ve fooled me,” she got in finally. He only gave her a fleeting smile that softened his lips and cheekbones. Standing this close to him, at last, she could see that he was a full head and shoulders taller than she was. His body was thicker than she had first gauged, his shoulders wider. And his cologne, my lord, she thought, the smell was inebriating. She looked up into his eyes and saw curiosity in them. She wondered what was on his mind.
“I’ve been watching you for days now and I’ve been wondering why a woman as beautiful as you are seems so dissatisfied in her life?” he said, as if reading her thoughts.
“Excuse me?” she said, taken aback she stepped away from him.
“No, please, I don’t mean to offend,” he said. He looked around, drained the last of his champagne and set the glass on a passing tray. “Walk with me,” he requested, stretching his arm out before them indicating which way they would go. She hesitated. “Please.” She turned slowly and began to walk with him. After a while he placed his hand on the small of her back to guide her. The warmth of his hand permeated the material of her dress to make the sensitive skin there awaken and tingle. He guided them to a well-lit sculpture, which neither of them had any interest in but pretended to.
“When I saw you that day in the coffee shop, there was something about you that piqued my interest as it hasn’t been for a very long time.” He moved them on to stand, appropriately, in front of a painting of a hauntingly beautiful woman sitting outside of a coffee shop in Paris. “My observance of you over the past few days has confirmed what I felt then. You have all of these wonderful traits, strength, grace, intelligence and confidence. I can see all of these things in the way that you interact with other people, and the places where you spend your time.” He paused to get another glass of champagne. He offered her one and she accepted it gratefully, taking a large swallow. He moved them onward, guiding her gently around the other art lovers. “I see a love for life in your eyes and in your smile, quietness in your spirit when you walk around the park. You seem successful and comfortable, yet, there is something missing. Some part of your life that goes unfulfilled.” He stopped walking and looked down at her. Then he lifted his hand and smoothed her hair back away from her face and down over her shoulder. She shuddered slightly then cleared her throat.
“So let me get this straight. You’ve been following me around because you believe there’s something ‘missing’ in my life? And, what, you think you know what it is?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said quietly, sliding his hand lightly down her arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake, to rest on her elbow, “I do.”
“Of all the cocky, arrogant, presumptuous men I’ve ever…” she leaned closer to him, her eyes ablaze. “Who do you think you are? I’m supposed to just allow you into my life because, what, you’re, you’re.” She wanted to say devastatingly handsome and sexy. “Tall! And you think you know anything about me? You’re a stranger to me,” she hissed. “What’s more, a stalker! Give me one reason I shouldn’t call the police and give them your description.” He just looked at her patiently as if indulging a small child.
“If I wanted to harm you,” he began,” I would have done it already. I would have never allowed you to see me following you. Even so I knew you would feel this way that’s why I chose this place and opportunity to approach you. It’s public and fairly crowded with people, some of whom I believe you know and many of whom have seen us together and are still watching us.”
She looked around when he’d finished speaking and saw that he was correct. There were some people there that she recognized and a few people were looking their way. The women were openly and jealously staring. She didn’t blame them he cut a striking figure in unrelieved black down to his shoes. His shirt, a starched button-down, was open enough to reveal his neck, collarbone and a hint of his sienna colored chest. As he raised his glass she noticed again his long, slender fingers. He moved the glass away and for the first time gave her a broad smile, showing off wonderfully white teeth. She thought she was going to lose her balance. But that was nothing compared to what he did next.
“Besides,” he said returning his hand to the small of her back and pulling her close.” If you were going to involve the police I think you would have done it by now.”
The commotion in the museum muted and the press of the other bodies fell away as they became the only two people in the room. She felt the blood rushing in her veins from being so close to the hard length of his body.
“So,” she struggled to continue her tirade,” You feel you’re the man for the job for whatever it is you think I need?” He put his other arm around her, enveloping her in his embrace and leaned his head down slowly so that his mouth was at her ear.
“Yes,” he whispered. His warm breath on her ear made desire ripple through her in places it had not in a long time. “I think,” he continued, “that you are a sexy woman and I would enjoy making love to you.” Her heart began to pound. “I would love to kiss away the frown from between your brows, to massage away the tension in your shoulders, to fill the ache you feel at night alone in your bed. I would love to please you in every way possible for as long as your body will allow me to.”
She could feel the warm, wetness his words had caused, seep into her black, satin panties. He moved his head back from her ear and pressed his forehead against hers.
“Now tell me, is this what you need? If not and I have offended you or if it is but you don’t find me attractive, then I’ll go away and never bother you again.” When he’d said the last, he’d brought his face close enough to hers so that his lips grazed her own. She had to clench her teeth to keep from sticking her tongue into his mouth. She couldn’t lie to herself, though her life was fulfilling, she did spend many a night at home alone with only her pillow to keep her company in her bed. A man hadn’t touched her body and made her feel like a woman in years. And she wouldn’t deny her attraction for this man. Even had he not been following her, she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to get him off her mind. The nights she’d spent in her bed since she’d known of him had been filled with dreams of him.
“Tell me,” he said, bringing her attention back to him, “tell me what I should do.” She looked up into his large, dark eyes and the answer became clear.
“Do you know where I live?” she asked.
“No,” he said, “I’ve never trailed you to your home.” Somehow she knew he spoke the truth.
“Alright,” she said, purposely pressing her body seductively along the length of his. “Since you’re so good at following-” He grinned at this.
“-Meet me outside in five minutes.”
She separated from him and walked away, her ears becoming reacquainted with the murmurous den of conversations and the tinkling of glasses. As she seemed calm on the outside, nodding, smiling and even acknowledging some of the people she knew on her way toward the exit, on the inside her heart mimicked the gallop of a dozen wild stallions and her breathing was stalling. She reached the door, to her relief without incident and pushed it open. The cool air rushed over her warm skin like water over desert sand. She took a huge gulp of fresh air to try and clear her head. Thankfully her car was parked close so she didn’t have to walk far. She unlocked her doors just in case and waited for him.
Just in case? What am I doing she thought to herself. For all his charm and sex appeal the man could still be very dangerous. To be honest, she’d never done anything close to being as reckless as this and was beginning to have second thoughts. Although, at the same time, she had to admit there was this new, thrilling, twisting coil of adrenaline trekking, fast paced, through her veins.
She leaned back on her car and waited for him. Two minutes later he emerged from the building and walked toward her. When he drew near to her car she halted him with a command to stop. For a few electrically charged moments they only stared at one another, their eyes revealing what was on their minds, their bodies under visible restraint.
“Follow me,” she said finally, her voice but a whisper because of the desire thickening in her throat. Her whisper was all he required; he immediately turned, located and entered his vehicle. She entered her own car and sat behind the wheel. She realized her palms were sweaty and she felt a little dizzy. Last chance to chicken out she thought. All she had to do was get out of her car, go to his and tell him that she’d changed her mind, this was not going to happen and that she never wanted to see him again. But the moment passed and she didn’t budge as his car pulled up, leaving enough room so that she could pull safely out of the parking space.
She started the engine, shifted into reverse and tapped the gas. Twenty-five minutes later both cars pulled into her driveway. They cut their engines and exited their cars simultaneously. Silently, they walked up to her door. She put the key in the lock and let them in. His body brushed against hers on his way past and once again she felt the solid muscle of him.
The house fell into complete darkness when she closed and locked the door. There was a palpable silence between them. She thought she could hear him breathing in the dark. He spoke first.
“Are you … are we … are you going to turn on the lights?” He heard her purse and keys drop onto a table nearby.
“No,” she whispered and reached for him in the dark. Finding the waistband of his pants, she hooked her fingers into a belt loop and in a bold move for her, pulled him to her with a strong tug. She moved her hand up to his head, found his hair and quickly threaded her fingers into his dark locks, something she’d been longing to do every time she’d laid eyes on him. He responded by leaning down and placing on her lips the softest, most sensual kiss she’d ever received. When he would pull away, she went up on tiptoe and pressed her lips urgently to his.
“Whoa,” he whispered placing his hands on her shoulders, gently holding her apart from him. “Slow down. This night belongs to you and I want to make it last.” He put his strong arms around her and kissed her again, this time allowing his lips to tug at hers as he pulled away. For the first time in her life she felt weak in the knees. “Take me to your room,” he whispered warmly in her ear.
She’d lived in this house for two and a half years and as it was that she lived alone, she often worked long hours only to come home and drag herself up to bed in the dark. Though she’d done this many times, it did not prevent her from tripping on the first stair. Immediately she felt his large hands grip her waist and arm, keeping her from falling and causing injury to herself. She thanked him, grabbed his hand and they continued up and into her room without further incident.
“Wait here.” She flicked the light switch and bathed the room in the soft glow of a low watt bulb. He found the room to be cozy, done in warm, inviting colors of beige, green and purple with accents of red thrown in. The bed was a huge four-poster with a gathering of plump pillows resting against the headboard. There was a small table fit snugly in one corner of the room. It was quaintly set for two. He looked to the heavy chocolate brown drapes pulled back to reveal white lighter, wispier curtains which covered a set of French doors that led to a covered balcony with a daybed lounging in its center. Ornate wood stemmed lamps that had shades with fringe on their brims and hand carved sculptures of lovers in passionate embraces adorned the side tables. He was delighted but not surprised to see a long, rectangular bookcase filled to the brim with books in the opposite corner from the table.
He turned his attention back to her just as she approached her vanity dressing table, lifted the lid on a little, silver knickknack holder and removed a book of matches. There were four thick, beige colored candles of various sizes on the dresser’s surface, which she lit cautiously because her hands were shaking. She turned slowly and looked at him. He took his cue and clicked the light switch back down. The candles flickering light accentuated the colors and style of the room and the effect was heady. He came fully into the room and closed the door behind him. She tried clearing her throat again.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to get out of this dress and shower first before we, um.”
“Actually,” he said walking toward her, his dark eyes reflecting the dancing light of the candles, “I do mind.” Her eyebrow rose. “Because,” he said reaching her, “I’d like to get you out of that dress and shower with you.”
After a moment she nodded her consent. He once again placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around. She could feel a slight tremor course through her limbs when he touched the zipper on her dress. He unzipped her very slowly savoring the revelation of each sliver of brown skin he uncovered. He ran his fingers lightly up and down the curving length of her spine, causing heat to echo through her in identical waves. He pushed the satiny fabric off her shoulders and down her arms allowing it to pool around the smooth curve of her waist and hips. Moving around to the front of her, he knelt down, grabbed hold of the dress on each side and pulled it, forcefully the rest of the way down, ripping it in the back. She stepped out of the dress, trying hard to suppress the groan rising in her throat, and took hold of one of the posts on her bed. He looked at her for a moment as if contemplating something then he stood.
“As much as I’ve fantasized about seeing your beautiful body naked I think you’re still nervous. So what I’ll do is this. I’ll go into the bathroom first, get the water started and then, when you’re ready, you come and join me. That okay?” She could only nod. “Okay,” he whispered, touching her face briefly with his fingertips then turning, he went into the bathroom leaving the door ajar.
Within a few moments she heard the water running in the shower stall. She was grateful for the time alone. He was right she had been feeling nervous but not solely because of what was about to happen but also because it had been so long she thought it would be awkward. She was afraid she wouldn’t remember what the hell to do!
Get a grip she told herself. She took a few deep, calming breaths and looked at the bathroom door. Steam had already begun to snake through the opening into the room. She knew he was on the other side of that door, standing in her shower….naked.
She could do this. She wanted, no, needed this. She removed her black bra and panties, letting both pieces fall to the floor. She picked up two of the candles from her dresser and went to the bathroom door, pushing it the rest of the way open with her shoulder.
When she entered she saw that steam had clouded the room but she could still see some things clearly, like his clothes lying in a folded pile on the toilet lid. She set the candles carefully down on the counter of her twin sinks. In her fogged mirror she could see his tall, wet, naked form through the glass door and walls of her separate shower. The sight of his sexy, muscular body cured her of her nervousness.
She reached out and turned the overhead light off. This alerted him to her presence in the room, causing him to look up. She made her way over to the door, which he opened, extending his hand to help her inside. Once inside, he pulled her against his wet length. Her nipples hardened almost immediately. Without a word he pulled her, gently into the warm spray. He leaned his head down on top of hers so that the water wouldn’t catch her full on in the face. Her body was wet in seconds. He began to move his hands up and down her back in long strokes. Each stroke brought his hands closer and closer to her buttocks until he splayed his long fingers wide, placing them carefully over each firm, rounded cheek. He left them there, still for a moment, before squeezing them and bringing the lower half of her body in contact with his.
A cry leapt from between her lips without warning. She threw caution to the wind and went up on tiptoe in search of his mouth. The move caused her nipples to graze his and won a sexy moan from him for her. She didn’t have to look long because his mouth came hungrily down on hers with the power of loosed restraint, making her knees buckle. She found her bearings and kissed him back with the same ferocity, allowing the force of the kiss to ease her pent-up frustrations, filling the space with a raw need she was unfamiliar with. Teeth grazed, nipped and nibbled and tongues twisted, slid over and licked lips fast and furiously. She sucked the full length of his tongue into her mouth and caused his grip on her buttocks to tighten. She could feel the hardness of his manhood against her abdomen, the head of which, straining near her navel. The urge took her to have it in her hand and she heeded it. It felt like warm, wet steel in a felt sheath. Slowly, slowly she began to move her hand up and down. Up. Down. Her thumb caressed the smooth tip of him on each stroke up.
For a while he watched her massage his penis, her grip firm but not tight. His breathing deepened and he moved his hips, just barely, in sync with her hand. The thick feel of him had her juices simmering and her body desperate to have him inside, filling and stretching her walls. She heard him suck air between his teeth then felt his hand clamp down on her wrist.
“Stop,” he growled, his voice having grown deeper. Without hesitation she redirected her attention to his nipples. As water washed over them she licked circles around their dark colored circumference. Having her fill of that she began to suck each one between her teeth. Once there, she bit down on them sending a poignant mixture of pleasure and pain jangling through his system. Reveling in the pleasure of her actions he, unknowingly, relaxed his grip on her wrist. Her hand resumed its massaging; the motions making him want to explode in her hand. “Slow down, baby,” he said, removing her hand and setting her apart from him. “You’re going to make me….mmmm.” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the blood had left his brain and was surging hotly in his groin. She knew what he meant.
“Okay,” she said, “then let’s get clean.” She turned and pulled a washcloth off of the rack. Picking up the soap she began lathering the cloth with it. She stopped and for the first time really looked over his nude form, her eyes following the water cascading down over the defining lines of his shoulders, chest, arms and stomach. She continued the visual journey down over his hips, thighs, legs and feet. Every expanse of muscle announced strength and manhood. She could feel her heart thumping behind her ribs.
“Turn around,” she commanded. He did so and displayed one of the most gorgeous backs she had ever seen on a man. She started at his shoulders, gently scrubbing soapy circles over his neck and shoulder blades. His muscles were rounded and firm under her fingertips. She continued methodically over the range of his back, buttocks, thighs and legs, her eyes gorging on his beauty. “Turn around,” she said again, this time the words croaking out in a whisper. He turned slowly, the burning desire in his eyes nearly pinning her to the glass. She rinsed and soaped the washcloth shakily and began again at his neck and shoulders. She marveled as the soap suds slid over the solid form of his chest and absently washed his nipples over and again until he groaned deeply. Remembering herself she washed down over the rigid mounds of his abs to his hips, legs and feet. When she was done she stood and dropped the cloth.
“You missed a spot,” he teased. She only smiled.
“No I didn’t. I just don’t need the cloth to clean it.” Before he could say anything she lowered herself to her knees on the tiled floor and directly into the spray of warm water. He only had time to maneuver them so that the water was pelting his back and buttocks instead before her mouth closed around the head of his penis. That first touch had him gripping the wall for support. Her mouth was slick and hot as her tongue caressed the underside of his shaft.
Her thought was for his pleasure alone. She pushed all other thoughts out of her mind and concentrated only on her mouth and his member. He was long and thick and tasted good in her mouth. He was bigger than any of the others she’d ever had but she planned on taking it all! Or at least all that she could. She began slowly at first, taking his inches into her mouth with practiced ease. She moved her mouth slowly down then back up again. On each down stroke she took more of him. He moaned loudly and placed his hand gently on the back of her head.
“Oh baby, that feels so damn good”, he murmured.
Encouraged she sucked him harder. Using her tongue to hold his penis steady in her mouth and lick up, down and around the head on the up stroke, she sucked her cheeks in and made her mouth as tight as she could around him. She took him in until she could feel the head touching the back of her throat. She cautioned herself about relaxing and breathing so that she wouldn’t choke. She still gagged a little bit but that didn’t deter her. She only grabbed his thighs and sucked faster, taking him in deeper. She felt his body begin to shake. His thighs trembled under her hands. Her own body could not contain it’s response to his reactions. She could feel her juices, warm and wet, escaping onto her thighs. She moaned around a mouthful and nearly a throat full of his dick. She wanted him to know how much she was enjoying it. How much she was enjoying his enjoyment. She dug her nails sharply into his thighs and slurped and swallowed him down like he was the juiciest thing she had ever had in her mouth. The gentle hand behind her head became two gripping, forceful ones.
“Oh shhh, baby… oh damn… oh fuck….oh shit, yeah,” he murmured rapidly, randomly.
She looked up and saw that his beautiful face was contorted in an uncontrolled frown. She knew that an orgasm held him in its tight fisted grip. She released one of his thighs to massage and stroke his dripping wet balls and the area between them and his anus.
“Damn baby… you gonna make me cum doin’ that. You gonna make me CUM.” She moved her mouth back off of him so fast he nearly came in her face.
“When you come, baby, tell me. I want to hear you say it,” she requested.
“Okay,” he replied breathlessly.
She eased her mouth back onto him and gradually worked her way back up to her previous rhythm. She could tell how excited he was by the generous taste of pre-cum coating the back of her tongue. She used her jaws, lips and tongue to work him around and around in her mouth like a piece of hard candy. It drove him wild! He began thrusting in and out of her mouth in time with her own frenzied strokes.
“Here it comes baby. I’m cumming….I’m Cumming!” At that moment she took him in so far into her mouth, she could feel his pubic hair brushing her lips. “Oh SHIT,” he yelled as the orgasm ripped hard through his body. The first shot hit the back of her throat with a splat like a water balloon hitting the pavement. She moved her head back some so that she could relish the taste of and swallow the rest down like her favorite drink.
Meanwhile he clung to her. Each throbbing shot from his cock had his thigh and buttock muscles clenching. He was spent for the moment. Although watching her drink him in had the degrees of heat in his body ready to start rising again.
“Ah!” he cried out and jerked a little now that the head of him was so sensitive and she was still licking. “ Oooo,” he said, “You’re in for it now, girl.”
She paid him no heed as she firmly massaged his dick, trying to get the last drop, which when she saw it filling the hole, allowed it to leak out onto her waiting tongue. The sight made him haul her up by the arms and plunge his own tongue into her mouth. His hands found her ass cheeks again and squeezed tightly, dragging her up against his marginally hard penis. When he pulled his mouth from hers with a sweet, juicy tug on her lips, her head was spinning.
“Now,” he whispered, “let’s see if I can top that.” He pulled another washcloth from the rack, soaped it and began washing her body as methodically, albeit more quickly, than she had done his.
“Slow down, darling.” But he didn’t. He only gave her behind a sound smack, one for each cheek, when he was done washing it.
“You have a beautiful ass,” he said rubbing and rubbing then squeezing it. “A beautiful body,” he amended while washing her legs and feet.
She thrilled at his compliments as she always did. He stood and moved her back into the water. She let out a high pitched yelp of shock.
“The water’s cold!”
“I’m sorry about that, baby. I forgot. It was getting cold while you were doin’ your thing,” he said grinning sheepishly. “Come on I’ll rinse the soap off real quick.” Which he did. When he turned the water off, he pulled their bodies close. His skin was wet and warm, hers wet and chilly. He would fix that. “Doesn’t matter anyway,” he murmured against her lips. “It’s time to get out of here. There isn’t enough room to do what I want to do to you.”
A fresh surge of warm juices gathered and ran down along her pussy lips. As if sensing this, he slid two of his slender fingers into her slick folds. She felt her body tighten in anticipation.
“You’re so wet,” he said in wonder, then, “I love how wet you get. Come on,” he said taking her hand and leading her out of the shower. When she reached for the towel he stopped her. “I’ll take care of that,” he said with a mischievous grin. Her eyebrow rose. He kissed her gently. “Wait here.”
Visibility was low, but she watched him slip from the steam filled room, leaving her to stand quietly listening to the drip of the faucet. In doing so she became aware of individual droplets of water trickling leisurely or traveling rapidly over various parts of her body. It was an interesting experience. Before she could fully get into it, he returned. He was carrying the other two candles which with the combined light of all four, cut through the heavy steam, making things much clearer. He set them down and moved over to the towel rack. He pulled one of the large, white fluffy towels off the bar and laid it down carefully in the middle of the floor. He squatted down next to it, his muscles bunching and flexing everywhere so that her eyes didn’t know which way to look, and with an outstretched hand bade her to come. She walked over and took his hand.
“Lay down, baby,” he whispered. She lowered herself slowly onto the thick softness of the towel. She positioned herself carefully so that her buttocks were near the edge of the towel but not close enough to touch the floor. Her wet hair, pushed back from her face and beginning to curl, looked pitch dark against the white tile. She looked up at him. The steam was harnessing the light of the candles into halos around their wicks. As it was that they were sitting on the sinks behind his head it gave him and ethereal look. The cloudy puffs of steam in the predominately white room made it seem as if they were in Heaven.
“Are you comfortable, babe?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He took another towel and dried her off just enough. Afterwards he turned and opened the cabinet beneath the sink and reached into its cluttered depths. When he turned back around he had produced a bottle of scented massaged oil. A knowing smile eased across her lips. “I’m going to give you,” he began, uncapping the bottle. The smell of jasmine traveled seductively to both of their noses. “A full….body…massage.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned in response
“I’m going to knead your muscles into total relaxation,” he promised.
“Sounds wonderful,” she whispered.
“And that’s just the first phase.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s the second?” she inquired.
“You’ll see when I get there,” he said. And with that he squeezed the first long measure of oil across her chest. When his hands descended upon her, her body arced up to meet them. When contact was made a deep groan of surrender vibrated deep in her throat and she closed her eyes to all but the feel of his hands kneading her flesh.
He started his mission by firmly rubbing the oil into the base of her neck, her shoulders and chest with his thumbs and fingertips, tight circular motions that made her eyelids flutter. He journeyed the length of each arm being mindful to give time and attention to her hands and fingers. He returned to her chest and worked on her breasts. They were so firm and perky he could feel himself harden perceptibly. They weren’t overly large or small but just a little more than his hands could hold, perfect to him. He rubbed oil over, around and under the weight of her wonderful breasts until they shown wetly in the flickering light. Unable to resist, he passed his thumbs lightly over the apex of her quarter-sized nipples. They did not disappoint, hardening tight and suckable immediately. They always did so with the slightest provocation from any way he decided to tease them.
Beneath him she could feel her juices rushing heatedly to the entrance of her pussy. He was definitely doing his thing. He may not have been a pianist but if felt like his fingers were playing one of Mozart’s sonatas down her ribcage, across the flat plain of her stomach and over the curves of her hips.
Although she bit down on her bottom lip she could not stop the soft moans his actions were eliciting from issuing forth. Her sweet, feminine moans and increasingly shiny body were driving him mad. His cock banged hard as steel against his thigh when he moved to position himself so that he could work on the long curve of her legs. It throbbed and begged him, it seemed, to bury himself slow and deep inside her. He refused and swallowed his need back once more. For now he ignored, with some effort, the nicely, triangular trimmed mound of her pussy and concentrated on the thick expanse of her thighs.
He streaked oil over her thighs, knees and shins then set to work following the willowy lines of muscle, pulling any tension or stress from them. When he reached her feet she was already feeling as if she were floating on a cloud lighter than the dissipating steam in the room.
During the massage of her feet, her hands found and gripped the edges of the towel. Pleasure curled lazily up her legs, uncoiled in her stomach and melted warm in her chest causing her nipples to tingle. She moved her head slowly from side to side trying to stem off the rising tide of desire, knowing that there was more to come.
He didn’t know how much more he could take. Sweat was beginning to bead at his temples and the back of his neck with his efforts to control himself. Her beautiful brown skin was gleaming under the oil and candlelight. All of her womanly curves were screaming up at him to be kissed and licked. His resistance frayed a little and he descended upon her breasts. Cupping one in each hand he kissed them. Gently at first, only allowing her to feel the warmth of his breath and the softness of his inner lips, and then much more hungrily adding the rough and soft sides of his tongue to whip her nipples to maximum hardness. She moaned loud enough for the sounds to reverberate off of the bathroom walls. It turned him on even more. He squeezed her titties and bit down on each nipple the way she liked. The pain and pleasure shot through her straight and stinging as an arrow of fire. The juices simmering at her pussy entrance leaked out onto her ass cheeks. Her legs itched to wrap themselves around his waist.
“Damn baby, that feel so….fucking…..good,” she ground out. “Bite harder.” The request nearly undid him. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. But from some untapped well of strength he fought back.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispered hoarsely, “not yet.” He removed her hands from behind his head. She whimpered pitifully. “I know,” he said, “but just let me finish what I started.” His voice creaked like old wood with too much weight on it. He cleared his throat. “Get on your stomach, sweetheart.” She complied slowly and he was treated to the sight of the long length of her spine and the twin rising mounds of her fat, round ass.
Oh how I’m gonna smack dat ass! he thought. But first he poured oil all over it and her slender back.
She, on the other hand, was having a great deal of trouble controlling her body’s reactions to the assault from his mouth and hands. It rocked and stretched and clenched anxious for his cock to drive it headlong into ecstatic oblivion. The deliberate movements of his hands over her back, purposefully touching her favorite spots, only added fuel to an already raging inferno.
He leaned forward to knead her shoulder blades and his dick edged smoothly into the crack of her ass. It took everything in her, which wasn’t a lot at the moment, to not push back onto it.
“Baby this has been really wonderful,” she whispered. “But could you fuck me now….please?.”
“Not yet,” he said even though his body was screaming to oblige her. He rose up and began rubbing on the swell of her behind.
“All this ass,” he said while squeezing it and making it shake like jelly in an earthquake. He started slapping it harder, watching the flesh quiver and tense, then turn red. Damn his dick was hard as steel! She was humping the towel beneath him, moving her 0body up, down, back and forth.
“Please,” she begged unashamed, “please now.” In a show of strength he grasped her hips and flipped her over.
“Open your legs,” he commanded harshly. “No wider. Show me what you’ve been learning in Yoga class.” She opened her legs so wide her knees touched the floor. “Yeah just like that. I’m about to feast on this sweet pussy.” And feast he did.
The brotha has major skills, she thought. The last coherent one she had before he really buried his face in her and started licking everything but her pubic hairs.
He licked the inside of both lips before slipping his tongue between them and tasting the sweet pink inside. He lovingly lapped up all of the cum that had escaped onto her thighs then licked her pussy free of any other traces. Following the directions given by her bucking hips and escalating cries he made his tongue stiff and began tongue fucking her, by this time she was riding his mouth. Her feet had come up and her heels were digging into his shoulder blades while her hands held his head in place. As if he was going anywhere.
She was lifting her hips up so high; most of her back was off the floor. He held her down and changed tactics. His mouth locked down on the swollen button of her clit and sucked and slurped and licked while three of his fingers sloshed in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Her legs trembled and shook uncontrollably. The hot heat of a climax rolled heavily over her leaving her skin singed in its wake. She was about to have one raging hard orgasm and told him so. He could already feel her walls convulsing around his fingers.
“Well stop talking about it,” he growled into her pussy, “and do it.” And she did. Her muscles locked up and she yelled out in rapid succession.
“Here it comes, here it comes, here….
it….CUMS, AHH!” She grabbed her breasts, her toes splayed stiffly then curled and she came all over him and herself. She came so hard she could hear the swallows he was making in his attempts to get most of it. It made her scream reach such a high pitch that echoing ripples attacked his eardrums. He slowed his movements but showed no signs of stopping. He made her come twice more before doing so.
Her limbs felt like jellyfish tentacles and her heart was thundering in her chest. Her skin was still humming with a current of heat.
“Didn’t I tell you I was going to get you back?” he asked grinning over her, his face shiny with her juices. She smiled weakly. He leaned down and gave her a smoldering hot kiss, their tongues doing an erotic tango. She tasted herself, sweet indeed. “Now I’m going to fuck you.” Her smile broadened.
“That’s what’s up,” she said. “But don’t you think we should introduce ourselves first?”
“Oh, right,” he said flashing that devastating smile.
“Tyson,” he said offering her his hand.
“Andrea,” she said accepting it. They shared a knowing smile. But just as quickly as it had come his smile disappeared and he’d taken hold of her hips again, flipping her back into the position he’d originally wanted her in. Before she could speak or react, he hauled her hips up and back then entered her in one long, deep, filling stroke.
Although she was still very wet, her pussy was too tight for such a rough invasion. It hurt so good.
“Ow,” she whispered sucking air between her teeth.
“Sorry, baby,” he managed breathlessly, “I couldn’t wait.” SHIT! She felt so good, so hot, so wet, so fucking tight inside. His control was coming apart like a thread being sawed with a scissor.
“Don’t apologize,” she said reaching back to spank the side of his ass. “Just do me.”
He tried to start slow but he could soon tell that was not what she wanted by the way she was backing that ass up on him. Tyson’s control snapped. He pushed her head and shoulders to the floor, forced her arms up behind her back and held her wrists in a vice grip while he proceeded to try and knock the bottom out of her pussy.
Andrea could already feel her eyes rolling up into her head. Her mouth hung open and slack while endless cries marched out of it.
“OOOO……Oh!.....ah….ah…..Ah!!!!!!!!!!”
He wasn’t playing with her pussy tonight. He banged it from every angle, every side, up, down, around, in and out. They were long, deep fierce strokes. He was so deep in her, she could feel his balls slapping up against her pussy lips and the head of him tapping her cervix. Each time his hips rammed up against her ass, it made her breasts shake and her body quake. The only sounds in the room were his heavy breathing, her screams and the slap, slap squelching sounds of his thick dick pistoning in and out of her.
“Oh yeah...YES, DADDY….that’s it. Take it. Fuck me…..HARDER!”
Without thinking, Tyson reached forward and fisted his hand in her hair at the back of her head and YANKED it up and back. Her hands immediately hit the floor to brace herself. His other hand clamped down on her shoulder and he began to truly fuck her without mercy.
Her screams were driving him mad. She looked and felt so good. And DAMN! The sexy way her back looked as she worked her hips as much as she could in time with his thrusts had his mind gone. He was trying hard to keep his eyes off of the shiny, quivering flesh of her magnificent ass or he was going to shoot up in her on sight. The smell of sex saturated the air where the steam had been. The walls themselves were sweating. He could feel a righteous orgasm tightening, white hot in his balls. He threw his head back.
“I’m about to cum,” he told her, his voice nearly failing him.
“No…please,” she protested between breaths. “I want to see you when you come inside me.”
With great effort, Tyson slowed then pulled out of her. She quickly got onto her back, put her hands under her knees and held her legs open for him. This time he entered her slowly. As each inch pressed into her, she felt as if it were pressing the air out of her lungs. When he was fully lodged inside of her she felt stuck and stuffed. It wasn’t long before his thrusts were back on track.