Sensuality Page 3

  “No…no…” she said, but her body was saying yes.

  She tried to get away, but he held her fast as he feasted on her. A finger slipped inside her wet, hot pussy and again, she tried to scamper away from him.

  “Please…please,” she breathed at him.

  He held her with his teeth but spoke. “What? You want me to stop eating this clitty? You want me to stop sucking?”

  “Yes, please, I can’t take anymore.”

  “Oh, but you can. You haven’t splashed that sweet cum on me yet.”

  “I…I…can’t.”

  “You can and you will.” He fingered her deeper, and she wanted it.

  She felt an orgasm race to her face and she couldn’t stop it, and still fought to get away, and finally she did, falling sideways onto the rug. He had her leg and splayed it apart and pulled her up on all fours.

  “Nooo, I can’t,” she moaned.

  He knew she was a second from exploding, and he wanted it.

  From the back, he shoved his face against her pussy while his hand captured her clit and rubbed it between his fingers. She was so slurpy and tangy sweet he couldn’t get enough and intended to eat her raw.

  She scampered away as he had predicted and he was right with her, his tongue attacking her hole like it was his enemy. Spreading her ass cheeks, he licked up her and she screeched with horrific pleasure. Down and up, in and out he went, all the time keeping her clit a prisoner between his fingers. Her hands clawed into the deep pile carpet as she tried to not want to accept the gift of his oral pleasuring.

  Her body was on fire. Every nerve ending was stretched to the limit. Everything in her head was a jumble of sexual images. In her mind’s eye she could see what he was doing to her, like she was outside herself. She also saw what she wanted to do to him.

  She was raw, and his lips and tongue helped to ease the irritating little stinging caused by his sucking. She felt the rush of another orgasm speeding through her. She felt him press against her pubis and then shove his tongue so far in her that she couldn’t help but ride it like it was a pony. Then, it slithered from her, streams of silky, sticky cum, pouring from her like syrup from a warmed, spouted jar. She felt him nuzzle his face in it and begin to lap at it…cleaning it off her.

  She was so weak her stomach ached, and she fell over to her side, turning slightly to look at him. He lay with his back against the couch, his chest rising and falling heavily. His face was shiny from her bodily expulsion, and he licked his lips again, to show her that he much appreciated her taste.

  Her eyes lowered and she saw him, large, erect, and curved. The head of his cock was shiny, and a small bit of pre-cum sat at the top like a glistening gemstone. She crawled forward—not exactly sure why she was doing it, but knowing that nothing could stop her.

  Her eyes were glued to his thick member. There was no preamble as she rubbed up his lithe, strong legs until her face was an inch above his cock’s head. Opening her mouth, she took him in. Not gentle little sucks, but a wide, mouth-opening draw. She heard him moan when her mouth closed around him, and began to lower down the veiny shaft. Sliding her lips down, she let her tongue dance around him, offering as much pleasure as she could. She withdrew and took him in her fist and sucked the head of his cock…then tongued her way down one side of his shaft, then up the other. She kneaded his ball sac, careful not to apply too much pressure to that special spot that would make him shoot his load instantly. The sound that came from him was a mixture of moans and groans as he pushed himself up against her mouth. He knew what she was doing; she was taking her pleasure but she was being the doctor, too. She was trying to keep that perfect professional control she always had with him. He willed the tickle of his orgasm back again, and pulled himself out of her mouth.

  Under different circumstances it might have been comical to see her mouth poised in that perfect O shape, but now it was exquisite.

  Her eyes showed her dismay at the interruption of oral pleasuring, and he wanted to ease her confusion by sliding himself back into her mouth. But it was time he stopped riding steerage and took his place in the captain’s chair.

  He sat on the couch, and pulled her up to him, leaning back so that the angle of his perfectly shaped cock was pointing upward. He pulled her legs over him. Reaching down, he opened her lips. She was so wet, just the way he had always wanted her.

  “You want it?”

  Of course she did, but surely he wouldn’t expect her to say it. She began to lower herself, but his strong hands held her up and off him. The urge to push down was strong, almost as though her hungry pussy knew it was inches away from being fed.

  “Do you want it?” he asked again.

  She shook her head, but it was the beautiful word of acquiescence he wanted to hear from her own lips.

  He didn’t speak again, but waited, holding her up and away from the prize.

  She stared into his eyes. He wasn’t battling with her, but he was a man that wanted certain things and he was not giving in until he got them.

  “Yessss!” The word came out as an angry hiss rather than the raspy beseech he preferred, but he had to make it be enough because he wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman in his entire life. He loosened his grip, but didn’t remove his hands from her slim waist. Rather, he eased her down toward him.

  The heat of his cock’s head touched her lips. He moved her back and forth, hoping to have some of her juices ease his entrance. She moved down and he closed his eyes from the sheer heat of her inner lips. She slid down his shaft and the tightness of her threatened to have him shoot his load. Down she moved, and he leaned his head back as she fit around him like a tight racing glove. The juiciness helped only a little and he knew that there was a small amount of discomfort for her. Inch by sexy inch, she eased down onto him with agonizingly slow precision. Finally her firm but womanly soft ass rested on his thighs.

  He’s in, she thought to herself, trying to ignore the pain that was not exactly hurting in a bad way. He filled her and she wondered how long she’d be able to hold him inside her. She felt his hand reach up and gently push her hair away from her face, revealing a gentleness, letting go of all the boundaries of her proficient daily attitude. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, taking her lips and moving his own over them gently. Only when she answered back with a slight pressure of her own did he allow his tongue to dart out and seek the warmth of her mouth.

  A white heat shot through her and she pushed her face more into his. She didn’t know when it started, only that they were moving together—she pressing down and he pushing up into her. He held onto her hips, pulling her forward, deepening into her with every thrust. He let go of her lips and let her breathe.

  “I can hear your juiciness as you ride me.”

  She looked away.

  “No! Don’t do that. Look at me and accept what you want and how you want it. How I want it.”

  “I don’t know how—”

  “Yes, you do. Say it and make it so. If you want my cock, say you want my cock. If you want me to fuck your hot, wet pussy, then say it. Just like that.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You can’t?” He pushed so hard up into her that she screamed with agonizing pleasure and dug into his shoulders.

  When she said nothing, he slammed up inside her again. He lifted her up and laid her down while he was still inside of her. Pulling her legs up, he pounded himself down into her—once, twice, and then again and again. If she was going to make him work for what he wanted to hear, then he’d work her for as long as it took.

  It was an assault on her pussy, but she needed it and he wanted it. Her arms were around his neck and her moans were louder. He wanted it nasty and he intended to get it just that way.

  “Tell me,” he rasped. He circled in her, and the second he hit her G-spot, she screeched up at him.

  “I want it. Your cock—all of it. I want your dick so deep in me that it’ll make me cry.”

  She was coming
, deep thick waves of silky juice, yet still she pumped against his hard cock. Sheets of it dripped out of her and ran down between them, but he wasn’t stopping if she wasn’t, so the dance stayed strong.

  It was forty minutes later and he was still pumping into her. She was calling him by name and scratching down the length of his back.

  He loved her nails digging into him. It meant she wanted more.

  Another twenty minutes as the sweat rolled off him onto her, causing the sucking sounds to become more pronounced. It was no longer a battle, but he just couldn’t pull himself out of her and she wouldn’t let him.

  She was tiring, he knew it, but he drove on. It was the only way. He had to show her that she wasn’t the one that had to be in charge all the time. He had to let her know that he could take over, and take care of any need she had.

  “Enough?” he asked.

  She could hardly breathe out her answer, but he heard it as enough. But still he pounded at her. She lay lax under him, a rubbery mass of delicious flesh. He had long ago stopped counting her orgasms and knew she was spent.

  Her muscles gave a last grabbing twitch and it pulled the cum through his body like it was on a string. A flood of his baby juice splashed up into her and there wouldn’t be a single inch of her that wouldn’t contain a part of his seed. Mixing with her secretions, it melded together like their bodies—a heavy, breathing mass of pulpy skin.

  He was too tired to move off her and she wasn’t strong enough to move him. Together they slept with him still inside her, and her holding him there.

  In his slumber, he smiled. He knew when they awoke, he’d have her again. She would be so swollen that she would never be able to take his growing cock but would want it forever. And that’s when he’d know she was his.

  The Ache (“O Ache”)

  Kaia Danielle

  “I’m gonna cuff your wrists, mulher.” Zumbi’s deep Brazilian accent clung to the smooth verbal game flowing out of his mouth. Kendra caught her breath and the phone slipped from her ear at his suggestion that her bound wrists be hung from the door.

  You can do this, she told herself. Yes, in the privacy of her home. Kendra tightened her grip on the phone and returned it to her ear. She closed her eyes and let his words become images in her mind’s eye.

  Kendra changed her position on the bed, sinking into submission.

  Zumbi went on to describe how he would slide his soccer-sculpted, chocolate-dipped legs between her parted caramel knees. From her semisquat position, she could visualize his fingerlike toes stopping around her midtorso and fondling her erect nipples. Kendra shivered at the imagined contact. She loved it when he touched her sensitive nubs. It didn’t matter if he stroked her with his fingers, his toes, or his words.

  She reached out for the metal bars on the headboard with her free hand, making her chest slide against the soft, petal-like sheets. She could almost feel the weight of his palm pushing into the small of her back, forcing her ass up higher while lowering her shoulders closer to the pillows.

  Zumbi paused. She heard him slurp liquid into his mouth. Hot chocolate, no doubt.

  Her now exposed labia, swollen with desire, pulsed as the cool draft wafting through the room warmed. She pretended that the heated air had originated from between Zumbi’s barely parted lips. Kendra wiggled her ass to receive the increased temperature that embraced her body.

  On the phone, Zumbi continued to describe how his thumb would wander down her back until it was gently nestled in the pucker of her hole. Then, he would begin to swirl it deeper into her twitching, sensitive flesh. She could feel the tip of his thumb slide in so easily that it must have been slathered in cacao oil. For the first time, Kendra welcomed this invasion and leaned her hips back further.

  Following his direction, she removed the ice from the glass of cachaça and held the ice just below where his fingertip would have been. Kendra shuddered as cold shot through her hot flesh. The temperature contrast stirred something within her, something that she could only describe as need. A desperate, soul-stirring need for Zumbi’s thick pipe of a dick inside her. She guided the ice along the crease where her ass turned into pussy.

  She nearly dropped the ice as she finished with a circle around her berry-ripe clitoris. Kendra’s eyes rolled back up into her head as ecstasy made her oblivious to the ice-cold water that now streaked down her inner thighs.

  She stroked herself with the ice like it was a pendulum, just as Zumbi promised he would stroke her in several hours, back and forth until her plump pussy turned numb to the stinging sensation. Another blast of heat from the vent pushed its way between her folds. The insatiable need expanded, caressing everything below her waist. Kendra’s tightened jaw clenched the pillow until her teeth broke through the fabric. It was now essential that she ride Zumbi’s dick tonight.

  As the ice slipped through her fingers, Zumbi’s words pulled her hips back and eased them down on his phantom shaft. The rounded tip would graze the most sensitive spot in her pussy first, sending a tingle as far south as the webbing between her first two toes and as far north as her molars. Kendra gasped at how real his imagined dick felt in her empty pussy. She, now in a deeper squat, rocked on her ankles as she longed for the stiff dick that was not there yet.

  “Ah, mulher, você ’tá pronta para mim ainda?” Zumbi growled into the phone like a silver-gray puma stalking his prey in the Amazon rain forest. His lapse into Portuguese told her just how close he was to losing it himself. But she had picked up enough of the language to understand what he’d said: Woman, are you ready for me yet?

  Was she? He had spent the better part of their last three phone calls describing in detail each and every thing he was going to do to her when he returned from this trip to Brazil. Kendra had better be ready.

  Kendra almost lost her grip on the phone as her body reconstructed its memories of how Zumbi’s dick felt sliding into her. Her vaginal muscles instinctively slackened to accommodate his thickened inches. But there was no meat to satisfy the hunger. Her body’s lingering tingle intensified. Kendra pulled in a deep, ragged breath. “Eu não sei,” she confessed. I don’t know.

  “You better be ready, woman.” Zumbi paused again. “Now, Kendra, remember the rule.”

  “I know, I know.” Kendra knew he was going to repeat the rule. She wished he wouldn’t. It had become a mantra in her head. But she knew it was coming. She tried to beat him to the punch, but they wound up saying it together.

  “Você melhora não o toque você mesmo.”

  You better not touch.

  Silence followed. Kendra could hear Zumbi gathering his breath to say something else, but he stopped.

  “Shit, I gotta go. They’re boarding my flight.”

  Click.

  She threw the phone across the room.

  That’s when the ache began.

  Kendra picked up the phone with a heavy huff. Then she rolled over on the bed and examined the face of her watch.

  Zumbi’s flight wouldn’t land at Newark International Airport for another three hours. They had not seen each other in two weeks. And she had never before felt like such a gushy mess below the waist. It was going to be one hell of a wait.

  Before Zumbi, Kendra always got what she wanted, when she wanted it. But Zumbi returned home to Brazil quarterly to check on his family’s cocoa plantation in southern Bahia. During these separations, Kendra was forced to deny her own pleasure, her pleasure being fucking Zumbi. Now she hated herself for letting him throw away her vibrator, her second favorite pleasure. Thank goodness he’d been calling from his layover in Atlanta and not from Rio de Janeiro. A journey starting from Rio could take over sixteen hours, even when the airplane and all his connecting flights were on time.

  This last conversation had her hot pussy throbbing at an all new high. Unconsciously, she slid her fingers down the darkened line that extended below her waist. A jolt went through her as she held the slippery ball of flesh between her fingers. Her eyes widened when she felt
its flushed size—almost the width of a raspberry. Kendra touched all around it to further investigate its size. Tremors began to violently shake her body.

  Damn, that felt good. It felt so good that she teetered on the edge of cumming.

  No. She withdrew her hand because she promised Zumbi that she would wait for him to get her off. Kendra could wait a few more hours. Maybe.

  Their reunions seemed to gain in intensity with every separation. Last time they came dangerously close to injuring themselves. Zumbi had surprised Kendra with a bondage kit he had picked up during a brief stop in Rio de Janeiro. He bound her wrists and ankles to the four corners of their bed—good and tight so she couldn’t move. Zumbi then proceeded to slurp, nibble, and suck her pussy while stroking her inner thighs with a purple feather.

  Unable to move, all she could do was scream so loudly that she had been hoarse for a week. Her body quakes became so violent that her bound leg yanked off one of the bedposts and broke the bed. The tumble had left Zumbi woozy. Kendra had feared that he had a concussion.

  Zumbi had promised a special secret something in addition to the ice to top even the broken bed. Kendra couldn’t imagine what.

  Three hours was a lot of time to kill, especially when you’re horny as hell and can’t do anything about it. Kendra decided to pass the time by making her pussy “pretty.” It was her special ritual that involved her favorite jasmine and ylang-ylang-scented shower gel, a similarly scented massage oil, and gold-plated scissors. She went into her bathroom closet and retrieved her pretty-pussy kit.

  However, between the aphrodisiacs mixed into the cleanser and the cool metal against her already aroused skin, Kendra’s hand became too shaky to finish trimming the few stray hairs on her already shaved snatch without nicking herself. Further agitated, she cleaned everything off and put the kit away.