Oh my, oh God, he was going to do that. He was going to put his glorious face between her legs and kiss her pussy.
Dream Lover had done it, of course, but there was a considerable difference between imagining what something was like and actually experiencing it. And somehow, being gone down on seemed more intimate even than fucking.
Sprawled on the deep upholstery, she was exposed to him, and soon she’d be more so. The ordinary but luxurious surroundings only ramped up the intensity. It seemed as if anyone could walk in any moment and see her exposed breasts, and now, her bare thighs.
‘Don’t worry, there’s nobody here but us, nor is there likely to be for the whole weekend.’ His fingertips glided up her legs. Her skirt was at her crotch now, and a second later, up around her waist. The light from the standard lamp just behind the couch created a golden pool around them, and made Ellis’s dark hair gleam when he dipped forward and kissed the base of her belly, his lips hot through her knickers.
‘Divine,’ he murmured, but Jess didn’t know whether he was praising her posh new underwear – that she’d fooled herself she wasn’t buying just in case she ever saw him again – or the slight curve of her belly or her eau de toilette … or even the faint odour of her excited sex.
She didn’t care. Whatever it was, the heat in his voice filled her with a potent cocktail of power and anticipation.
‘Now let’s get these off.’ Retreating a little way, he reached out to pluck at the elastic of her knickers, then pulled them down. The action was quick, almost ruthless, the product of his own obvious eagerness. When he’d bared her, he tossed away the flimsy garment and shuffled forward again, between her thighs, pressing them more open with his palms on their inner slopes.
Trembling again, Jess couldn’t look. She wanted to, but the sight was too decadent. Her inner vision defied her though, and showed her his intent expression as he admired her pubic curls, and the hungry fire in his eyes and the way he licked his lips. She clicked the shutter in her mind, imagining a sketch. One she might do for her own delectation, or for his. Maybe hers, on reflection, to remember this moment, when he was long gone.
No! Don’t think of that now.
‘Don’t worry,’ he repeated and she could feel his breath on her thighs and her belly, he was so close. ‘You’ll like this, Jess. I promise you …’ With his thumbs, he combed through the soft hair, making a parting, the ultimate exposure. Still, she saw it in her mind. Like any woman, she’d been curious, and looked, with a hand mirror.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for contact, she felt his breath again. He was blowing on her, making a tropic wind flutter across her clitoris. It was unbearably gorgeous, tantalising, plaguing. It made her want more. Much more. Devouring pleasure.
He moved in, but to the side, rubbing his soft stubble over the insides of her thighs, all the time inhaling, then exhaling, creating the zephyr. At the end of her tether, she grabbed him by his thick dark hair and imperiously conducted his mouth to her pussy.
Moisture met moisture. His tongue was bold and muscular, immediately licking her in long, comprehensive strokes, passing over her clit, but also exploring her folds and diving like a tease into the snug entrance to her vagina. As he probed there, his tongue a point now, he settled his thumb squarely on her clitoris and rocked it in a circle.
‘Oh God! Oh God!’ she wailed as he manipulated and probed, teased and rubbed, triggering a climax that howled through her like a hurricane, hard and intense, as if she’d been waiting for it for years. Maybe she had? Soaring, she couldn’t think, but she could feel and sense that she’d never had an orgasm quite like this … at her own hand or with this man who had his face between her legs.
Her eyes snapped open and she could see concentration on his face, through the haze of bliss. And a frown too, of pain. She was pulling his hair.
‘Sorry!’ she gasped, still riding the wave. It was difficult to force her fingers to release him, messages getting mixed and muddled along her nerves.
But she managed to.
‘Thank God for that,’ he gasped against her tender membranes, laughing as he still lashed her with his tongue. For a moment, he pulled back, shaking his head, maybe to ease the pain at the roots of his hair, then he dived in again, licking, licking, licking.
‘Ellis … please … I want you in me now. Fuck me, please!’
Lifting his face again, he grinned, his sea-coloured eyes flashing as if lit by lightning. ‘As you command, Mistress Jess.’ Taking her by the hips, he shuffled her down onto the thick rug set before her sofa. It should have been awkward and laughable, but somehow she descended with a modicum of grace, settling on her bottom.
Ellis moved like a god, even when he was crawling about on the floor, working to unfasten his trousers and shimmy out of them, and his underwear.
‘Have you got a condom?’ He wasn’t the type, she sensed, to ever forget such things, but the whole having sex thing was all so new to her that she couldn’t help but ask.
‘Of course,’ he answered with a gentle grin. He was ragingly aroused, his cock like a thick ruddy bar, hungry to possess her, but he was a kind man too. A man she could always trust that he’d take care of her. ‘Trouser pocket.’ He nodded, indicating she should get out the contraceptive, while he pulled cushions from the settee down onto the floor with them.
Strangely, it didn’t seem odd to be sitting on a rug with her breasts and pussy on show, searching for contraceptives, while an equally half-naked man lounged back and watched her. She fumbled, though, when Ellis idly took himself in hand and started stroking his length. He clearly didn’t need any extra stiffening, so he was just doing it for himself and because she aroused him.
Good heavens, I’m a goddess!
She prised the sheer but strong rubber tube out of its wrapper.
‘Want to put it on for me again? You have a lovely touch.’ With his cock in his fist, he seemed to be offering the star prize to her.
‘Okay. I do need the practice.’
Pinching the rubber tip, she positioned the contraceptive and rolled it down. It went on like a dream, no hesitation.
‘Next time you should try rolling it on with your mouth.’
Yikes.
‘I think that’s just a bit advanced for me as yet. Let’s put it on the task list for later, eh?’
Ellis smiled, then his long eyelashes fluttered. Jess realised he’d gone back to idly stroking his now-rubbered cock.
‘Mm … that’s nice,’ he said with a sigh. ‘But I think I need to be inside you pretty soon. I just can’t wait any longer to be up to my balls in your divine little puss.’
Jess shuffled around, preparing to lie back and open her thighs wide for him, but he halted her, taking her hand and conducting it to his cock.
‘Squeeze me. Just there.’ He folded her fingers around him, just beneath the glans and positioned her thumb just beneath the groove. ‘I’ve gotten myself a bit too excited, love. I need to slow down so I can last longer, and this’ll help.’ He exerted a light pressure, his thumb on hers.
Jess pressed lightly where he’d indicated, careful not to go at it too hard. Clumsy handling could hurt him and put him off altogether, and she was always mindful of her paucity of experience.
Ellis’s long lashes fluttered. ‘Mm … yes … that’s good. Just a little more, and I think we’ve got the beast tamed.’ His eyes flashed open again and he gave her a silky grin. ‘I want to last … to give you pleasure … not just go bang, bang, bang, oops, that’s the end of it.’
Still holding his cock, Jess looked at Ellis in wonder. She had no other men to compare him with, but received wisdom told her that most men would never be so honest about their sexual capabilities and performance. The proud alpha males in the books she’d read certainly never admitted that there was a possibility of premature ejaculation.
‘Am I being a bit too “human” for you? Admitting that I might not be a super-stud?’
Was it so obvious on her face? At his urging, she released his shaft, and relaxed back onto the thick rug. Ellis moved forward and placed a cushion beneath her head.
‘No … I like “human”.’ She paused, reaching for his shoulder, to pull him towards her. ‘I haven’t any experience, but I don’t expect you to be like the men in the books who go all night without a break and can get it up again within ten seconds of coming …’ But she grinned up at him as he reared over her, settling between her thighs, his heavy cock resting on her belly for a moment. ‘Although I have to say, you don’t do so badly. I think you’re probably about as near to the fantasy as a girl’s likely to get.’
‘Why thank you, Jess. You’re always very good for my ego.’ Resting his weight on one elbow, he reached down, took hold of his cock, and pressed it against her pussy. Jess gasped, when, instead of pushing into her, he started to rub the hard, latex-clad head of his penis round and round, using it as a sex toy almost, to pleasure her.
Jess fell back, closing her eyes, sighing. The way he played her was astounding. Inventive. He didn’t throb like a vibrator, but the heat of him was almost as stirring as the thrumming might have been, and the pattern he created was hypnotic and complex.
‘Mm … that’s nice,’ she whispered, instinctively swirling in a counterpoint, lifting to him as sensation built and gathered.
‘Good.’ His voice was taut, and when she glanced down, she saw he was controlling himself again, even as he used his own flesh to caress her.
‘Please, Ellis, I want you inside me. I don’t want you to have to wait. I’ve come already and you haven’t … it’s … it’s not fair.’
‘I live to serve you, beautiful princess,’ he murmured, moving into position, settling his shaft at her entrance. Again, she felt a qualm of fear. He was a big man, and she was only a step or two away from her virginity. ‘I wish I’d thought to provide some lube again.’ He’d read her moment of pause.
‘I don’t need it! I’m wet as wet can be … thanks to you. Now get on with it!’
Ellis laughed. ‘You’re a miracle, woman. Truly you are.’ Pushing with his hips, he started to enter her.
There was pressure, but her body yielded instantly, easily this time. Maybe she was a miracle, or maybe all women were in this respect, taking the solid club of flesh into themselves, the tribute of a randy man.
She hitched her hips, pressing close to him. He hitched his hips too, working himself in more deeply. Already, his body was familiar to her, and she bent her knees, bringing them up to let him in as far as he could get.
Marvellous. You’re marvellous to me, Ellis McKenna. I never expected it to feel this good … and you’re not even Mr Right, just the man who crossed my path at the moment when I got fed up of waiting.
A shudder swept through her, but not from sex. The concept of ‘Mr Right’, it troubled her suddenly. Did he even exist for her? What if …
‘Hey, where are you?’ Ellis backed up a little, weight on his elbow so he could trace her cheek with his fingertips. ‘You’ve gone somewhere, Jess. Come back to me.’
She blinked. How bizarre. In this moment of ultimate intimacy, she’d been thinking. Thinking far too much. Dangerous thoughts too.
‘I’m here now,’ she whispered in reply, winding her arms around his back, pulling him hard against her, ‘I’m here and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.’
‘Damn straight. Me too,’ growled Ellis, swinging his hips, getting his rhythm, banishing all qualms with his beautiful physical presence and his power.
It was as if she’d never had that wobble, never paused for thought in her relentless rise to pleasure. Ellis’s every thrust was like the priming of a mechanism, the tensioned ratcheting of some infernal fabulous engine, taking her higher and higher. Sublime sensations flared every time his pelvis knocked against hers.
‘Oh Jess, Jess, Jess … I wanted to hold on, to last, to introduce you to the concept of having your brains fucked out.’ He laughed, and the rumble of it, passing through his body to hers, almost made her eyes cross. ‘But I’m so excited I want to grab at pleasure, take it now, like some hideous chauvinistic bastard.’
‘Then take your pleasure. Take it. I’ve come already.’ Holding him tighter, she flexed her fingers, as if the pressure might compel him to break loose and come. The fact he was so concerned with her pleasure over his almost made her feel guilty.
‘Not yet, Jess, not yet.’ He looked down into her face, frowning. ‘It’s a point of honour … I don’t leave my lovers high and dry if I can help it. Not ever.’
She didn’t want to think about his other lovers, nor even the wife whom he’d adored.
‘Touch yourself,’ he commanded, then kissed her neck, drawing his tongue over a sensitive point before pulling back again. ‘Touch yourself, and let me watch your face while you come.’
‘I don’t know if I can …’
‘Try it.’ His words were soft, but there was a deeper thrill in them too. A thrill like a silver cord that twined around her clit. He was in charge. It was how he lived. And right here, right now, beneath him, she loved it. Sliding her hand between their bodies, between her skin and his, she found her centre and started to rub. As the pleasure surged, and Ellis redoubled his efforts with thrust after thrust, she closed her eyes again, half expecting him to tell her to open them again.
But he didn’t. And it was easier. Even though she was denied the sight of his passion-wracked face, and everything that was handsome about it. His brilliant eyes, his strong mouth and white teeth, the roguish beard … his wild hair. She saw those in her mind, almost mutated into a work of art, as if she’d painted him, the greatest she’d ever create because he was the ultimate model.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he said, his breath coming in gasps, the raw sound of it ramping up her sensations. He was so close. She wanted to tell him he was the beautiful one, not she. ‘You look like a Madonna … not rock star Madonna … a painting …’ He paused to kiss her again, almost savaging her throat. She could feel his teeth against her skin. ‘You’re like this image of an exquisitely divine woman yet with an erotic secret, like the Mona Lisa … a mystery. An eternal mystery.’
Her fingers stilling on her clit, Jess laughed, ‘I thought men turned into animals when they were … were fucking. But you, you’re some kind of crazy poet, Mr McKenna. I never imagined it would be like this.’
‘Oh, I’m an animal all right.’ He laughed too, through gritted teeth. ‘Now come on, play with yourself for me. I want to feel you orgasm around me, so I can come too.’
He fucked harder. She rubbed harder, locking her ankles around his hips in an instinctive action as if she’d been making love with men for a decade, not just for little more than a week. The way their bodies realigned knocked her fingertips harder against her sensitive flesh, and within a few more strokes, the crescendo peaked and she orgasmed hard, shouting out ‘Ellis! Ellis!’
With her last speck of presence of mind, she gritted her teeth then. It was either that or cry out something else too. Something very, very silly, which beyond the heat of the moment wasn’t even true. Probably …