Page 33 of His Virgin Vessel

But it was amazing how little such things seemed to matter now. It was amazing how easy it was to forget them when Corinne stretched up to me, and her sweet lips brushed against mine.

We dissolved into the kiss, holding each other as if we were, as she had said, all that we had in the world. I felt her small hands caressing my body, and was almost surprised to realize that mine were doing the same. As I touched her firm, feminine form, memories from earlier that night rose up hotly in my mind. Each part of her body seemed to recall a specific moment, which flared into brief clarity like a kindled flame, before being extinguished by the next. The smell of her mingled in my mind with recollections of her scent when we had lain together beside the lake. The taut curve of her backside brought back the sight of it as we had walked down from the cliff top. The flat expanse of her belly reminded me of lowering my head to kiss her bellybutton and dip my tongue into it. The sensations of the night before assuaged and overwhelmed me, making the squalid little room vanish, replaced by the wide vistas of the cliff top with the waterfall below it.

Despite the strenuous activity of that night, the memories caused a more physical reaction in me as well. Corinne's hand stole up along my thigh, and I did nothing to stop it. She moaned softly into my mouth as her hand reached its ultimate goal and squeezed hard, firing me up still further with potent desire for this woman. One by one she popped open the buttons of my pants, then reached within and drew me out, more than ready for her. Her hand wandered idly up and down my straining length, fingers playing me like an instrument, stroking and tugging without warning and without a plan, simply touching for its own sake.

Between kisses, she murmured, half-drunk with desire. "I want to make you happy. Please let me make you happy."

When she lowered her head, I was in no mood to stop her. I gasped as she took me into her hot little mouth, drawing on me hard, her hands still wrapped tightly about the base. As she started her work in earnest, I pulled off my jacket and T-shirt. There then began a strange and awkward back-and-forth tussle, as I tried to undress us both while she refused to release me from her lips. I wriggled back on the bed, and she followed me, sucking all the while. From here, I was able to reach her shoes, which I removed before tossing them across the room. Then I groped beneath her to undo her pants, before scooting them down her legs and taking her underwear with them, leaving her bottom half adorably bare. I stroked the cheeks of her bottom, and she gave me a playful bite, which I answered with a playful smack.

Reaching over her bobbing head, I was able to get my own shoes off and, with bit more struggling and shifting of positions, my own pants and underwear finally joined our other clothes on the floor by the bed. Corinne's top proved the most problematic, as it had to come off over her head and, currently, that head was fully occupied, welded to me. Finally, with much coaxing, I got her to relinquish her insatiable grip for just long enough for me to tug the offending garment off. She immediately descended once more, taking me back into her ravenous mouth.

I settled back on the bed, reveling in the sensations boiling up from below. There was an intensity in Corinne's actions now. The light-hearted fun and experimentation of the night before was gone, to be replaced with a laser-like focus on the task in hand, the task of pleasuring me. I realized that she was trying to win me, to possess me, as if she thought that, if she sucked hard enough and well enough, then she could bring me into her life.

Perhaps it was heartless of me to let her continue when I knew that there was no hope of such an outcome. Perhaps it would have been heartless of me to stop her doing something that was making her so happy, or to snatch away the fantasy to which she was currently clinging. Perhaps part of me needed to believe in that fantasy too, if only for a while. Or, perhaps, I was just too selfish to urge her to stop the wonderful things she was doing to me.

I tried to put all such concerns to one side and live in the moment, relaxing back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling, and feeling nothing but Corinne's mouth. She was taking me closer and closer to the point of no return, a dangerous position to be in when I still had to make love to her. With another woman, I might have given up and gone off in her mouth, or pulled out then. But with Corinne, it was different. No matter how close she took me, I knew I would have the strength to make her happy. For her, I would always find it.

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