[Continued from "First Date (Part 5)" from guest writer Dick Cramden.]

Enough of the torture.  Of you and of me.  It was time.  I changed my tempo slightly and soon you were coming, bucking hard against my hands and face.  Your head twisted from side to side.  Your feet slid off my arms as your legs stiffened, and I could see you pulling at the scarves that fastened you to the bed.

With a slow steady pace of my tongue, I tried to extend your orgasm as long as I could, without allowing your clit to be overcome with sensitivity.

My fingers left you.  My lips left you.  My tongue left you.  And you writhed just a little, catching your breath.

You felt me leave.  For a moment.  A long moment.

When I returned you could feel me over you.

“I want you inside me,” you said.

“Ask nicely,” I said.

“Please, I want you inside me.”

My cock slid all the way in one quick stroke, deep into your pussy.  You gasped, and I kissed you.  Our bodies slid around, slick from the massage oil, only adding to the pleasure.  Try as I might to keep a slow pace, to enjoy the sensation of entering and leaving your pussy with every nerve ending on my cock, I could not.  Instead of the tender slow love making I had fantasized for that night, we were fucking each other with wild abandon.

Suddenly I stopped.

I moved around the bed.

You were panting a little.  Your mouth was open.  And inviting.  I put my cock there and you took it in.  You sucked on my hard cock as I untied the scarves from the bed frame. Free from the restraints, you rolled to one side, took the shaft of my cock in one hand and stroked it as your mouth moved down and up on me.  It was my turn to with pleasure.  I asked you how you liked your taste on my cock, but you didn’t stop to answer. Your other hand gently grabbed my balls and gave them a squeeze.

I pushed myself away from you, and moved behind you.

I lifted you up onto your knees, and pushed your body forward.  With my finger I found your clit again and pleasured it a bit more.

You stretched out your arms and lower body until your breasts and head were flat on the bed and your arms dangling off the edge.  Your ass was raised in the air.  I pushed your legs close together, and then I slid into you.  I held your ass and pumped into you as you moaned with pleasure.

I reached down and grabbed your shoulders to pull you up.  I slid out of you and spread your legs, wide.

You were erect in posture, except for your bent knees.  I slid my knees beneath you and entered you, and you leaned back against me. I pulled off the scarf that was blindfolding you, and you suddenly saw that we were facing a the mirrored double doors of the hotel room’s closet.  You could watch as my cock slid in and out of you.

“I love pleasing you,” I whispered into your ear.

My hands reached around you and grab onto your tits.  In order to keep my balance, I thrust up harder into you.

I could see your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I am going to come,” I said.

You slid off me, and stroked me from between your legs, and I came.  I came a lot.  And we collapsed into each others’ arms and fell onto the bed, heads on the pillows.  We were still, at least for the moment.

[That's it!  Pretty hot, eh?]

  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •