Almost Heaven

It's so intense. The way your body moves without you ever realizing it. Such a nostalgic feeling it brings with no purpose.

I like that. I can't understand but I do.

I love it.

That hollow feeling.

And the words you're saying . . . what do they mean?

" . . . so stay the fuck away from me!"

Ah . . . yeah. It was those words. I felt that lethargic smile again. How many times has it been since the last? It's hard to say -- there've been so many, I can't seem to keep count anymore.

"We need to stop! So let's just stop this now and never deal with it again." She was begging. And not for the right thing. I felt myself frown. What the hell was she saying?

"Just . . . let go of me!" I almost felt the air around us shake and tremble in her fear. There goes that smile again.

Her wide eyes stared at me, imploring something. And her lips . . . those full lips were saying something that I needed to hear.

But her tongue spoke louder. That little pink appendage made it hard to listen to her voice or her lips. It was begging to do naughty things. So many naughty things again.

I can't wait.

She was struggling against me. I wonder why? Her nails dug into my face and neck and shoulder, biting and scratching and enticing. My lips moved over hers and she was breathing. Her chest was bringing those full, pert breasts to me, rubbing against my skin. Refreshing, like water on dry ground.

I couldn't get enough.

I bit her neck and she screamed out. Such a delicious scream. I wanted more. What other places could I bite to make her scream like that again? Such a lovely little voice. I want to hear more.

Her shirt had disappeared -- I wonder where it went? -- and what a sight to behold! Those annoying chest bindings where nowhere to be seen, leaving her at full, unadulterated glory. Large, round mounds of brown knead-able flesh with dark brown nipples. I wanted them. I wanted to taste them.

And I did.

And the sounds that come out then. Mewing? Purring? A half cry of whatever. I felt it in her chest as I sucked harder, trying to force as much as I could into my mouth. I bit down.

Her back arched and I felt giddy with anticipation, my stomach tightening at her sounds. I bit down harder keeping her still as she bucked against me.

She's rushing.

I'll have to slow it down.

I peppered kisses around her dark aureole and on the indents my teeth left behind. I licked and kissed and sucked until she made that mewling sound again. The sound that made her breasts move so enticingly and had her nails digging burrows into my scalp and shoulder.

So I let go.

And repeated the process to her right breast. Because I'm fair like that.

I peppered kisses and nipped and licked at her exposed belly in my descent from her chest. Such a hard tummy. So firm.

So soft. It quivered when I ran my nails across it. So many years of training did her body justice -- it only amplified the beauty that it already was.

This was heaven.

Almost. Her legs were shaking. I rested my head on her lower abdomen and rubbed my forehead against there. Almost heaven. We'll make it so, won't we? I'll treat you right, won't I?

My hands slid down her flared hips with little resistance, bringing down with it whatever thin piece of clothing she had bunched at her waist.

Her legs clenched then, the muscles jumping to try and hide -- to protect -- something that's still in full view and glistening.

"I see you." I kissed her hips, smoothing my hands over the large expanse of her round firm bottom and raked my nails down the soft as silk skin.

She arched -- I felt it -- off the wall, her nails scratching the dark red surface. And such a nerve-wrecking sound. So lovely her voice was when she cried out.

No words . . . no sense . . .

just, cried.

And her legs opened. Slick and welcoming. Her scent greeted me like the sea, lulling me forth with it manicured beauty that was nothing but natural.

She hissed, and dug her fingers deep into my hair, pulling. So I continue polishing her pearl to hear her noises. Like praises to my ears. A sound akin to angels singing, maybe. Possibly. To feel her nails dig deeper into my scalp, bringing me closer to her. I wanted more.

Angling her hips, I dove my tongue into that tight, little hole of hers. She bucked hard against my face, taking my tongue deeper inside of her, nose rubbing roughly against that clit of hers. It was lovely.

How she squirmed and panted. No words. Just sounds. Of her letting go. Of her being washed away in what she was feeling. Almost heaven. So close.

I drank while she screamed her loudest of the night. Her thighs clamped the sides of my face as she road out her ecstasy. As I drank her excitement, thinking of which way to take her first.

My head hit the ground, as well as hers. She had pitched herself forward. She was running. I was watching her. Stumbling over herself and the clothes on the floor. Her titties bouncing deliciously against that brown skin of hers.

She fell to the floor again, this time not my her intentions. She kicked at my hand and resisted as I pulled her by her ankle to the large bed on the far wall. The same wall she'd been running away from.

I threw her on the bed and watched as she bounced. Watch still as she scurried across the red and gold silk sheets. Watched as her ass wiggled invitingly to me. I thought absently that these colors look better against her skin than blue did.

I caught her at the bed's edge. She might have gotten away if I'd stared at her ass a second or two longer. But I didn't want staring; I wanted that round ass to be heard slapping against my thighs as I rammed into her.

I struggled her back to me -- back to the center -- back where she belonged. She decided the first act. I was gonna follow through. I brought her to her knees, pushed her face into the sheets and brought her arms between her knees to make that ass sit high and pretty. All in a series of fluid motion.

She was still resisting, though. Not good. So I slapped her ass. It jiggled and she whined. So cute. I slapped it again. And again. And again.

It was hot when I rubbed it and she was crying and moaning in the sheets as I squeezed its firmness. I bit it. Hard. And she cried out. Her lips were soaked, dripping a little on her thighs.

My penis twitched.

It was my turn.

Releasing her wrists, I rubbed the head of my cock and distribute the precum that settled there. My other hand splayed on the small of her back, keeping her in place.

I rub my cock against her open slit, coating it nicely with enough of her juices before I positioned my bulbous head at her entrance.

She stiffened then. Small, little noises escaping her. I smooth my hands up her sides and teased her nipples. I could feel her opening up a little.

"Relax, please. I promise you'll enjoy this." Almost as much as I do.

She relaxed a little more. I rammed in.

She moaned cried noises sounds. I could hear her scratching and pulling beneath me. But none of that mattered. Nothing mattered.

Just the hot wet sheath I placed my dick into. That's it.

Eight and three-fourths inches of thick skin and muscle isn't something most woman scoff at. And even less like handling it with my preferred sexual tastes. But she took it all in stride. I knew she could.

I knew she would.

She clinched and I groaned at how wonderful it felt. On a different level than those full lips and sharp tongue that would cut if she said words. Yes, it pulled all the way going out, just like her mouth; only different. On another level.

I wanted more.

I rammed back into her tight hole and felt her squirming, slightly pushing back against me. I cocked back and drove forward again. This time I was sure she pushed back against me. There's that stupid smile again.

So I encouraged her. Ride my dick like this. Smack that ass against me like I know you want to. Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

And she did it. Hesitant at first, but she gained confidence with thrust that soon had me panting along with her moans and cries as she tried to go faster. I smacked her ass hard and held onto it. She went faster, harder, deeper.

And she came. Twitching and clenching, her walls nearly broke me and I had to pull out, pumping my fingers in her as she rode her second wave of the evening.

Not yet. I couldn't come just yet.

We were just getting started.

While she was still lost in herself I laid back and spread her over me. I grabbed her by her ass and positioned my head near her entrance again. I waited until her dark blue eyes focused on my before I forced her to take me again.

She shot up and cried -- those nice loud cries -- and leaned back enough to where I rubbed against that rough little muscle inside her again. She shivered, delightfully so, and moved on her own. Hesitant, of course, she experimented with this new position and I waited. I waited and watched her face frown in pleasure. Her mouth o'ed in surprise as she wiggled and rotated her hips, brushing up against that spot again and again. Her mouth opened up for a small cry of release as she rose a little and settled back down.

I pitched her forward, brought her breasts to my mouth, hugged her middle and thrust deeply. She took the hint.

I guess it was a bit easier to move this way, her ass didn't pop up as high, but it still caught enough force to come down like I wanted it to. Her moans where in my ears, loud and meaningless. Her walls clung as best they could to me and I was grunting along with her.

Grabbing a handful of her ass, I repeatedly forced it down harder on my throbbing cock making her cry out louder as bit hard into her nipple. She had no complaints.

I began to feel it. That tightening in my stomach and that tingling in my balls that announced me coming soon.

I flipped us over and pinned her down on her back; her knees by her ears and her thighs pushing her breasts together nicely. Without missing a beat, I rammed harder and harder still into her, making her cries continuous until I came.

She came soon after.

I reveled in the feel of her milking me. My cock all too pleased with the idea.

Both stained in sweat and her covered in my spunk, I collapsed beside her as she panted. She wouldn't be running away any time soon. She could barely even move now.

So just five minutes.

A five minute timeout is all I need to get back to heaven.