Page 25 of Oh Boy!
Nathan
Tickles rouse me from my slumber. When’s the last time that I was tickled? My overheated body is tangled in the comforter. One breath at a time, I surface from the recurring dream that I’ve been having for months—always related to the urban legend. Not a surprise, considering that I’ve just started working on my own interpretation of it. My upcoming project will also adorn new pieces of my calligraphy.
Extending my numb arms above my head, I stretch and breathe deeply, freeing myself from the bedding in the process. Bits and pieces fall into place as my consciousness grows. At least, the tickles have ceased, which helps me focus. Movie night. Date night. Orgasm night…
Or should I say sex night? Surely going down on someone is sex, right?
Vivid flashbacks assault my memory in the best of ways. Sally Mitchell… Now I know her inside out. Yesterday whetted my appetite for sex, and I’m horny as fuck.
What a night! Fuck, I want more!
“Good morning, Nathan,” I hear Sally say from behind me. Her hand travels across my waist and welcomes my morning wood with a couple firm strokes. Her bold move is a sharp contrast to early last night.
I can’t believe that I stayed the night! That’s a rare occurrence and certainly hasn’t happened in months, maybe years.
I groan, enjoying how she deftly handles me. She sure is a fast learner now that I’m helping her to regain confidence. “Oh,you’rethe one who tickled me, aren’t you?” I joke, rolling over to face the object of my desire that keeps going with her ministrations. My pulse trips over itself as I take her in. Her pupils are dilated with need.
“I couldn’t let you sleep any longer. I felt like a creeper watching you sleep for the last half an hour! I’m starving, and an appetizer sounds about right.” Before I know it, she straddles me, tempting my dick with her sweet pussy that I had the privilege of tasting countless times before we crashed in each other’s arms. Her moans bewitch my shaft, which turns rock hard. My fingers reach for her nipple, but she stops me with a sharp slap. “Hands off, pretty boy! Enjoy the show!” she dares. Her thumb and index finger circle her nipple. Twisting. Her hand cups her ample breast. Squeezing. Her free hand lands on her clit, and my jaw drops as I watch her touch herself. Circling. “Mmm…” The other nipple is next. “I’m… so turned on… by you...” she pants.
My parched throat makes swallowing painful. “Oh, fuck, woman!” My complaint is edged with the clear urge to pound into her without restraint, although after last night, I doubt that’ll happen. But I wouldn’t have dreamt up such a sexy wake-up call, so who knows? “You’ll be the death of me.” My caged dick twitches. Licking her lips, she shoots me a smug grin. Her erotic noises grow louder as her grinding against me intensifies.
“Do you like what you see?”
Forming a complete sentence is a challenge. “Please, let me…” My new attempt is greeted with another slap.
“Behave! I’m not done yet.”
“At the pace you’re going, I’ll finish before you do,” I warn.
She giggles, mutters, “Que lastima!” then pauses her rocking. Her hands carry on taking care of herself. Her brow rises. “Please tell me that the condom we wasted wasn’t the only one you have.” Slowing her movements, she zooms in on me expectantly.
A fit of laughter ensues, and I snatch my jacket from the nightstand to get what she asks for. Dangling the foil packet in front of her with a shit-eating grin on my face, I suddenly purse my lips, both because I’m trying to channel my urges and remembering yesterday’s debacle all too well. I’m eager to give it another go, yet wary of how it might turn out, not to mention that it might bruise my ego!
Her index finger moves from her clit to her mouth not so innocently. Making a big production of batting her long lashes, her finger leaves her mouth with a pop, and she suggests, “You should probably do it yourself and teach me some other time, okay? Right now, all I need is to conjure what happened between us… you know.”Yeah, I know… I don’t dare interrupt. “You mind?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve never been hornier in my life, Sally, and it’s all because of you. Just move down a bit.” She complies, and my engorged length stands at attention; I sheathe myself and tell her what’s on my mind. “You drive me crazy! You turn me on to a point that’s borderline pathetic, and seeing you come undone all night made me the happiest fucker in the whole universe. But we’ve opened Pandora’s box, and your current live porn clip took it further. Thanks, by the way!”
The moment I’m done, her knees are back on either side of my thighs. We hitch a breath in sync as she opens herself for me. I place my hands on her hips but am careful not to apply pressure. From what we’ve experienced so far, showing her that she has the power is essential. She needs to own her sexual appetite and know that she can have it her way. Her heated body takes me in, inch by inch. I don’t miss the occasional wince; my fingers gently press into her hips, then brush her skin, encouraging her.
“You’re doing so good, baby. I love seeing myself disappear inside you.”
Until I’m buried to the hilt… Then, she leans down for a quick kiss, straightens her posture, and takes a deep breath. Her ocean eyes defy me. “I don’t want gentle, Nathan.” Her feather-light touches send goosebumps across my upper body, although I’m on fire. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you in the dojo… I’m going to move now.” And with that, she rolls her hips and rides me with purpose.
Enthralled by her bouncing tits, my hands leisurely wander over her responsive body. Once she finds her rhythm, I meet her thrust for thrust and she arches her back, squeezing my aching balls with a gentle yet firm move.
Holy shit!
My eyes roll back in my head, and I make a point of trying to breathe evenly to slow my accelerating heartbeat; needless to say, my dick overrides my mind. All it wants is to keep pumping upward to be buried deeper inside her. She could very soon become my new addiction; I store the fleeting thought in the back of my mind to dwell on later. Right now,weare all that matters.
Lost in her pleasure, her eyes are glazed with lust as she moves up and down my length. Her long hair sways behind her, adding fuel to my fire. “You feel so good, Nathan. I’m so full, I think I’m gonna…” Her strangled declaration sends me into overdrive, and my fingers tend to her eager clit. Tormenting. Taunting. Teasing.
Sweat trickles down my forehead, and I thrust upward forcefully. Oblivious to my disheveled state, she lolls her head backward and hums words that I can’t discern; such an erotic view, though!
My quads tremble and climax seizes my balls, shooting a mind-blowing orgasm through me.
“You look breathtaking when I make you come.” She catches her breath and winks. I revel in her playfulness. Besides, she’s certainly right if I look half as good as I feel.
Through the haze, I gladly muster the strength to push her over the brink. Her expletives are surprisingly loud this time, which makes me ridiculously proud. After tightening around my still somewhat hard cock, she falls on top of me like a ragdoll, and her tongue sweeps into my mouth. Her breathing is erratic. Her heart is pounding. Her body is shivering.
My fingertips draw patterns on her damp back. We’re a hot mess. Sore limbs. Spent bodies. Happy souls. I love it.
I climb back into bed after disposing of the condom, and she resumes her position on top of me. Holding her flush to my sweaty self, I refuse to let go of her. Minutes. Hours. Eternity. I can’t get enough and smile inwardly when I hear a light snore escape her swollen lips. I listen to her heartbeat, wondering how she managed to make this morning so perfect when we had such a rough start. Whatever the answer, I can’t complain.
I have more wicked plans for her, more amazing adventures, more hot ways to entertain her. I can be her appetizer anytime she sees fit. We wouldn’t want starvation or anything else to get in the way now…
Would we?
