It has been awhile...

Katherine’s key slipped into the door, it was cold and she could see her breath. Her boots had clicked along the salted glittering sidewalk. Katherine was late. Traffic had been bad and she had texted from the traffic light, near his place. The cab driver had driven fast, but it had still taken more time than normal.

“Be there in about 5 minutes.”

There had been no response. She wondered absently what he was doing. Reading maybe? Talking on the phone? Had someone called?

She opened the door. Before she had a foot into the foyer, she felt a hand on her shoulder and he was pushing her back up against the wall, shutting the door at the same time. Katherine dropped her bag, just as his arm was pressed against her. Nigel’s hand pulled her hair, her head back and then as she gasps he kisses her. Hard. Katherine struggled to breath, feeling her bones melt into the wall, melted from the intensity of the kiss. A kiss that said, “I love you, I hate that you are late, I want you, I want to consume you, I am hungry for the essences of you and I want to bang you against the wall like the dirty slut I know you to be.”

The buttons of her coat give, under the instance of his fingers. She felt Nigel pushing it over her shoulders, applying pressure, making her feel the presence of his hands. She thought he would have torn at the buttons, had she not had to wear it home later. Quickly the coat pools at her feet, on the floor, near her boots, Katherine struggled against him, reaching to pick it up.

“Leave it.” Nigel hisses and then pressing against her, he kissed her again. Hard. With the passion of a week, pushed into the space between their lips, engulfing her.
Her skirt brushes against her thighs as he raising the hem, inch by inch, as they kiss. She is participating now. No longer bowled over by his presence. She is meeting him, sucking in the energy between them, letting it carry her. Nigel’s considerable desire feeding her escalating desire.

She felt the last firm yank of her skirt as he raises it up, fully exposing her ass. The next thing she knows, her panties are pulled from her and Nigel’s hand is between her legs. She is wet. She was wet even before she sent the text from the traffic light. Katherine feels his fingers sink into her and she moans into the kiss. Moving her hips, enjoying the warmth building up through her belly and down her neck, as Nigel begins to play, driving her higher.

Breaking the kiss, Nigel whispers in her ear. Nothing really, just vibrations, a hum, his lips warm against her up-do. She feels his hand driving thru her hair, pulling out the pins and releasing the claw, holding the mass of dark hair. Absently Katherine thinks about the time she had spent on her hair. Winding it up and placing it just so. It matters not now, Nigel’s warm hard hand grasping the strands, pushing her closer to the wall, as if he could press her into the wall and the wall would somehow open up to cradle her, the way her body was opening to cradle him.
Suddenly, Nigel’s hand pulled out of her hair and the other from her pussy, Katherine pouts just a bit, feeling suddenly needy and aggressive.

“Stay.” Nigel says, as he presses her with one arm into the wall and pressing her legs open, her lower back pressing into the wall firmly, then one hand on his belt buckle, loosening, sliding his pants over his ass, rolling on a condom, all the while she feel as if she is hurling into space and melting all at once. Her grasp of the motion around her fades, as all her senses focus on the fact that Nigel is going to fuck her. He is going to press her into the wall and press into her; and fuck her hard against the wall.

Raising her right leg, to wrap slightly around his waist, Katherine’s left leg balancing on the floor in the obscene move of a ballerina, she gasps as suddenly his cock is filling her.

Without warning, no time for her to adjust to the invasion or settle into the feeling of being full, his hands grip her hips and press her into the wall and then, without warning he is moving, fucking in and out of her, hard, deep thrusts. His lips devour hers and Katherine is engulfed, completely mastered in that moment, it is as if she is open, a vessel for his lust. He is hungry.

At first Katherine is very aware of the wall, hard and cool against her back, but as the heat from their bodies intensifies, she is lost, only aware of their bodies, of the pleasure singing through her veins, of being formless and grounded; tied to him, in this quest.

Breaking the kiss, his lips eat along her neck and then stop at her ear.
Nigel begins to count.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Katherine gasps. “Oh God.” She is going to come. He is fucking her hard and it vibrates through her, into the wall and back again. The force of each thrust and the push back of the hard cold plaster, she feels it in every part of her.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Nigel is whispering and she can feel it in him too. He is awash in the pleasure. He wanted her and he is taking her. He was hungry and now he is devouring her.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Come.”

And with that whispered grunt, Katherine feels him tense, as she feels her orgasm break free, like a tidal wave. She is unbound, as her hair was unbound, only in a rush. She screams into his kiss, his lips had moved to hers as they came. His a tensing, a tightening and a snap of the bow and hers a wave or a rushed opening, not an explosion, but certainly the sense of even more openness.

Before Katherine came back to reality, she feel s as if she is floating like a balloon, only isn’t, Nigel is lifting her. Placing her in the chair, overstuffed and large, Katherine dimly realizing she feels small in this big chair.

Nigel’s large hand pushes her back and slides her ass roughly forward, so that her creamy, smooth ass and legs are on the edge of the chair. Her legs, being pushed up and open and over the arms of the chair, in a fluid motion, leaving her spread open. Katherine feels naked. In truth she is still dressed, her skirt up around her waist, her knee hi socks and boots still on her feet.

Fuzzy and hazy she looks down, at Nigel. She is fuzzy and hazy and Nigel, he is intent. Before Katherine can say a word, his fingers, one then two are in her, parting the wet flesh of her pussy, seeking her g-spot, and then his mouth, devouring her pussy, tongue lashing her clit and before Katherine can gasp a second breath, she is begging, begging to come, begging to give into the intensity.
Nigel pulls back enough to bark a quick “no.” before resuming his assault; his fingers fucking in and out of her, his tongue and lips caressing and licking and nipping. Katherine thinks dimly somewhere in her pleasure clouded mind, this, this is why they call it “eating.” She feels utterly consumed and all the while, she is wanting more. More. Just a little bit more.

Katherine knows she is supposed to wait. She feels like she is going to burst, like a cork out of the shaken bottle of champagne. Waiting though is its own special pleasure, a newly discovered pleasure. But it is also a trial. Ever defiant, Katherine does not want to wait. Just as Nigel did not want to wait as she walked in the door. But she waits, letting the pleasure build up behind that damn, the one they have built together, the “special trick” he called it.

Nigel’s fingers are relentless now. He knows her body well and he knows what she craves. Locked in a battle now, can he push her over the edge, how far can he push her, will she break. Will she cry out first? Will she disobey? How badly will she let the ache build?

“Please.” Katherine murmurs quietly.

Nigel continues to feast and fuck her with his fingers. She is thrashing her hips and beginning to babble. Her hands pull his hair and she can feel the tension building, the tension between them and within her. She wants to come. She wants it. She wants what he will not give her.

“Please. Please. Oh fuck, Nigel. Please.” Katherine starts to beg.

Nigel stops and pulls back. Katherine knows now that he will watch. He likes to watch her come. That is his special treat. To sit back and watch her as her mind leaves her body and her body becomes consumed in the electricity of the tension between them. Being wholly one – mind and body, but also apart, as if ripped asunder, as the damn bursts and the pleasure flows free. Katherine thinks, that is how it is – the pleasure is within her, all the time, that power, but she has to break open, in order to let it flow. The act of breaking, of surrendering her guard, of giving into the forces within her, brings her the burst of light, the ecstasy.
Nigel’s fingers continue their assault. She is bucking her hips and can feel the cracks, forming one by one, the achy needy feeling building within her.

He is looking at her now, she can feel it. Her eyes are closed, consumed by the colors she sees behind her eyes and her need to hold the dam up, to not let the burst of pleasure go; there is contentment in the climb, eating the drops of sugar as they fall, the sweetness of agony very poignant.

“Count.”

As if in the mist, she hears her voice, low and sweet, begin to count. Slowly. Why so slowly she wonders.

“Five…four… three, oh, uhhhh, two…..one…” then a pause. The silence stretches slowly, like taffy on a warm day.

“Come.” The word whispered and then it is if gasoline has been thrown on the fire. The damn bursts and she hears in the distance a scream, so sweet and so fierce.

“Again.” Nigel commands.

And as with the tide during a storm, Katherine feels herself rolling again, hears the scream and the moans and feels the waves hit her, and drag her away and then his voice is quieter and deeper, his hand still pushing her.

“One more time.”

And she does, opening her eyes and drinking in the naked hunger and the mastery, in a pale blue fire.

As if on a low tide, sweeping at her, as her eyes flutter close, Katherine feels his fingers, receding as the fierce wind is receding, Fee ling formless, battered and alive, Katherine floats.

In a swoop, Nigel lifts Katherine and cradles her against his warm chest and the gentle rocking motion continues, making her feel almost sea sick, until she lands on the soft mattress. Her skirt and sweater removed, her boots, and then warm arms and a warm body surround her, like an envelope.

Quietly. Just the sound of breath.

Until, she hears nothing but their heartbeats, the music of her dreams.

Summer

I have spring fever...

This is one of the first works I wrote of his point of view. There are follow up stories... just wait...

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We were sitting on the patio. I was reading the paper, really I was pretending to read the paper, but actually I was watching my girlfriend read. She was sitting in the chase lounger and had her legs pulled up, knees up slightly and open. She was wearing a short skirt with a tight little t-shirt. No bra. The best I could tell, she really was reading her book. I shifted my chair, so I could see her legs a bit better. She looked up, eyes scrunching up, silently questioning what I was up to. I wanted to get a good look at her legs, actually I wanted to know if she was wearing underwear.

"I was just moving, trying to get more light." The sun was setting, not the smartest comeback ever.

She just smiled and went back to reading.

I pretended to keep reading as well.

I glanced over again; damn she does have panties on. My mind kept thinking about pussy. Could I get her to give it up on the deck, during twilight? Normally she was freaked out about the neighbors. Granted they might hear her - but damn - we had a privacy fence. No one would see her but me. She shifted her weight from right to left; her skirt rode up a bit more.

Shit, she did not have on panties, she had on a thong. Fuck. Now all I could think about getting her to play along.

"Hey, how about you come over here and sit with me." Right this was going to work. In three years had I learned anything? When she was reading, she was reading. No stopping her, until she was done or had to piss like a racehorse.

She glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.

Yeah, I have my work cut out for me.

So I pretended to read again. All the while, the combination of the mean girl look she had just cast me, the sexy fall of her legs, the thong, the thought of her in my lap and the warm summer night, were combining to make the pursuit of pussy my number one concern. My cock was ready to go.

Still, would it work, was it worth trying for the outdoor adventure?

Yeah, it was so going to be worth it.

I stood up, went inside and came back with a blanket, which I draped over the back of my chair. Then I went back inside, returning with the remaining wine from dinner and two fresh glasses. I knelt down by her chair and reached for her book, turning a corner down, marking her page, closed the book and set it on the seat of my chair.

Before she could protest, I kissed her. Full on. We so were going to fuck on patio. Neighbors be damned.

She reached around me at first, to try and push me away and reach for her book, but at that moment I slipped my hand up her skirt and let my hand rest on her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. Like warm water, just not wet - yet. I kept up with the kissing, using my tongue to glide along her lips, delving into her mouth and then nipping at her lush lips just a bit. Her hands were now relaxed against my chest. They felt a bit warm thru my t-shirt. MMM, I was getting somewhere.

Moving my hand upwards again, still kissing her, I reached the waistband of her low-rise thong. Man, she could really pick underwear. We were so going to fuck tonight on the patio. I began to ease the thong down her legs, stopping at her knees. Yeah, just like that. She was now trying to break the kiss.

"Hey, John what are you doing?" she asks in all seriousness.

I am going to have to work harder. Kissing my way up her neck to her ear, I breathe slightly against her for a few seconds and then I pull out all the stops and decide to go for broke.

"Planning to make you cum like a freight train and then fuck you senseless."

She gasps. Looks up at me with eyes mixed with shock and heat. Yeah, she wants me to do that.

Wasting no time, as I am really ready to go now. I slide my hand up her thigh, over her bare pussy and went right for the good stuff. No holding back tonight.

I ran my fingers along the outer edge of her pussy. Feeling the softness, the wetness. All the while whispering in her ear naughty things. Telling her how much I wanted to fuck her on the patio, how hot her pussy felt to my hand, how I was going to eat her pussy and make her cum.

I slowly, worked one finger into her. She was wet and tight and moaning, as I flexed my finger, slightly, I kissed her again. There was so much I wanted to do and all at once. I slipped another finger into her and then rubbed my thumb around her clit. Her legs fell open, I could tell she was getting into it and had forgotten her book. As I kept working at her, varying the speed of my thrusting fingers, I began easing her down the chase, until I had her legs over my shoulders.

"Grab onto the handles and do not let go."

I then lowered my head and let my warm breath flow over her pussy. "I am going to lick and suck on your pussy until you are begging me to let you cum."

She whimpered and I dipped my head and licked around her wet outer lips. I used my hands to spread out her pussy and then licked and circled and licked and circled. Making sure to avoid her clit. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with my licks. Slowly I worked my fingers back into her and then licked and sucked at her clit. She was moaning and then begging, "Please John. Let me cum. It feels so good. Just like that. Ahhhh."

As she continued to moan and babble slightly, I worked in a third finger. Then I felt her pussy closing tighter around my fingers. Squeezing and gloving. Then I felt her arch her back and moan as she came and came. She was looking at me with wide eyes, rich with pleasure. Her legs relaxed and dropped open against the chase.

I stood, sat down beside her and guided her up and over me. I was sitting up and I settled her onto my lap, facing into the yard. While she was still limp form her orgasm, I began playing with her breasts. Pinching her nipples and kissing and eating along the back of her neck.

Then I settled her over my raging cock and then she took over, easing her way over me. Taking me inside, slowly, inch by inch. I had started out this way, to give her the chance to ease into it. But she was so wet and so hot, I could not go slow for very long. I let her play just a bit and then, pushing on her back, I eased her forward, so that she was on her hands and knees, me still buried deep inside of her. I raised up, took in the view of her lovely ass, white and firm, in all the right places. Taking her from behind was always a wild ride.

She was pushing back against me. I gave her a firm slap on her ass. She gasped and moaned. Then I grabbed her hips and set up a steady in and out motion. Increasing the tempo slightly, I leaned over and told her again, how good she felt around me, how I loved taking her from behind. She was moaning again. I knew the neighbors could hear her, so I reach forward and offered two on my fingers. The two that had been inside her. She licked at them and then sucked them into her mouth. Sucking as if they were the very best candy.

I could tell she was close to coming again, so I leaned forward again and whispered, " that's right, my little slut. suck him. keep him busy, while I am fucking you." I knew she liked this idea. Two guys at once. It never failed to make her cum and cum hard.

I could feel her muscles tensing around my cock. Tightening, squeezing me tighter. Then I felt her ripple around me, as she moaned and sucked harder on my fingers.

Then I felt my balls tighten and my cock grow more rigid. Then I came, just as she began to cum again. I bit down on my tongue to stifle the moan, roaring up my throat.

We both fell into the chase, Lisa snuggled into my arms. I pulled the blanket around us, and we watched as the sun sank away into the night.