Page 21 of Royal Pain
The smile. That’s sexy too. Everything about her is more than I’ve experienced before. More feeling, more meaningful. She’s deep now, under my skin. My dick is practically begging its way in. It presses against her lips gliding over eight inches of hard passion.
Then she straddles me. Lifting her hair onto the top of her head, she grinds. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do, because she’s well aware of the affect. There’s only one person in control now and it isn’t me. Oh, woman.
Hands to breasts. God. They’re perfect. Full mounds with high hard nipples. I won’t ever get tired of touching them, sucking those buds of desire and the pink aureoles. Am I in heaven? Is this a reward for a hard beginning, or just how it feels when it’s right?
I reach down and grab ahold of my dick. She lifts and guides me to the chamber’s door. Just feeling the head against her softness is enough to make me moan. We lock eyes and as she lowers herself on me what passes between us strengthens. I can hear puffs of air escape me with each breath. It’s so hard to control. It’s so hard. She’s tight. Which only works to make me want to fuck her deeper. Come on, baby. You’ve got this. Take it! But instead I speak the language a woman appreciates.
“Just go slow. We’re almost there, honey,” I say softly.
“I’m okay. It’s just big.”
She giggles when she says it, and even that makes the animal in me rise. There. I’m in. Oh God. A look comes over her that says more than the obvious. Damn, I’d swear she’s feeling what I am. No. Can’t be. I can’t even identify what it is in me. But here we are. Never thought I’d fall so easily.
I start to pump with quiet intention.Don’t rush it. Let her feel and build. But I needn’t worry. She’s moving with me. And it’s better than any other woman I’ve been with. There’s a rhythm to our lovemaking, two bodies in tune with the other, wave to shore.
“Oh yeah. That’s good. Ummm,” I say, feeling every sensation she creates.
“Don’t stop. Just like that,” she answers, nostrils flaring.
Her gaze holds and reaches into my soul. Everything about her is different from what I’ve known. My definition of sexy and sensual suddenly changed to something greater. A higher plane. I had no idea I was aiming so low before she showed up. And I have this strong feeling she would redefine everything in my life. She’s unique. And she’s mine. At least I hope she can be.
The first sensation of my impending orgasm emerges from its resting place. It’s making itself heard. Quietly at first, but quickly, undeniably, present and demanding release. I’ve got to hold off, because I want to fuck her and make her come over and over. I’m going to take her close to her limits then think about myself.
“Ohhh. Yes. Yes. There, right there.” Her eyes are closed; she’s lost in the sensation.
“Look at me,” I say, unwilling to be out of her gaze any longer.
Baby blue pools of light open, inviting me back. I’m inside her now. Not just physically but emotionally. There’s even a spiritual element. Fuck. Never had that happen before. The desire rises. I’m struggling to hold back.
“Baby! I’m coming!!” she shouts into the heavens.
The orgasm grabs ahold and takes me with it. I’m lost within the passion.
“Yeah! Come on me!” I holler to the ethos.
“Zan!”
She catches the big wave and rides it like a champion. Moving, positioning, picking her spot. The way she works it is artful. Grinding against me, her clit being massaged just as she likes. I can tell she’s trying to hold on to it as long as possible. It makes my own desire to come pick back up a little as if it hadn’t quite made its final arguments.
Belinda’s arms raise in the air in an exclamation point. The perspiration on her upper lip a telling sight. Her jaw tightening at the apex of the orgasm and her eyes turning a deeper shade of blue. Belinda’s animal appears and lets me see its powerful spirit.
I roll her over and get on top, dominating the moment.
“You’re not done yet.”
In a surprising move, she rolls on top of me and smiles.
“I need your cock in my mouth. Will you give it to me?” It’s not a command, but a request made undeniable by her soft tones. As if she’s hungry and asking me to feed her. What’s a man to do? My lifted brow and amused grin do the talking. Fuck yes you can blow me, woman.
She lifts off and slides down between my open legs. Oh Christ. This is going to be good. I can tell without a touch. My dick agrees. Fingers grasp my shaft and those soft full lips part and hover right above the head. Love this barely bearable tease. My dick feels like an electric charge travels the length. A pink tongue peeks out and very lightly touches the Holy Grail. Oh, son of a bitch!!
She’s not looking at me, which is the right move according to every man’s How To Give A Blow Job manual. I can close my eyes and get lost in the heaven she’s making for me. It’s all feeling now. Her lips pucker around the head, and the tongue flicking the most sensitive spot. Oh yeah.
My dick has taken charge. The brain is trailing a distant second. Her warm hand expertly moves up and down. Fuck. Everything is deep in the heart of me now. Then she begins to suck. Any control I had has left the room. I’m hers.Take it all, baby. Leave nothing but my bones.
As the sensation rises from the deepest part of me, I make my move. I bring her up to my face, then flip over on top. Now I can look in her eyes when I come. When I enter her I feel the warm welcome.
“You’re so wet. Take me like a wave, baby.”
She wraps her legs around my back and her arms around my neck. Her body undulating beneath me. Fuck yeah. The natural rhythm I’ve never had with anyone is an erotic dance. There’s no looking away from her eyes. I see far beyond this bed, this room.
“I can’t hold back. I’m going to…come…”
“Come to me,” she says. “And stay.”
Those unexpected few words release my orgasm from its last shackle. I explode into a million pieces, every cell in my body alive with the effect of her. It goes on far past the usual constraints of time. When the last shot of sperm is spent, it feels like bolts of lightning are still shooting out my fingers and toes. Holy shit! I’m not gonna lie. This could be addictive.
The warning voice I always heard when it came to women is strangely silent now. The sea quiets and the wave retreats slowly, till I’m left standing on an unfamiliar shore. Looking into her eyes.
