moonlight glistening off the muscles of Greg’s rippling
back and down further to the two mounds that made up his beautiful ass. Oh god,
I was in heaven.
Then
his mouth made contact with my inner thighs and I wanted to scream. I arched my
back, reaching up and grabbing the pillow to put over my face to stifle my
scream. The feeling of wanting to wake up his entire building with my cry came
over me. As his head moved lower and he found the spot, I let go of the pillow
and began pounding the mattress with my hands. His tongue was proving to be an
expert at anything that it did.
When
I couldn’t handle anymore, I reached down and grabbed his shoulders, trying to
distract him from his current action and to bring him up closer to me. Finally,
he reluctantly relented and worked his way back up.
He
leaned in to kiss me again, but I held a finger up to stop him. He looked at me
questioningly, but I just shook my head. I reached up, placed both of my palms
on his chest, and then pushed him over.
Landing
against the mattress, I could see a smile develop on his face. Unlike me, he
knew a lot about sex, and it didn’t take a scientist to know what I was about
to do.
I
began by kissing his chest, working my way over each side, before I started
kissing his abs as I worked my way down. When I reached his waist, I started
rubbing my hands over his muscular thighs, feeling the soft tufts of hair
between my fingers.
Moving
past his waist, I knew that this was the point of no return. Frank had enjoyed
oral sex when we were married, but only if I performed it on him. Returning the
favor was a rarity reserved for only the first couple of anniversaries, but never
in the latter part of our marriage.
For
Greg, I felt like I would do anything. As I moved closer, I could feel his
manhood sliding along my chest, between my breasts until it was level with my
face. Then I took him in my mouth.
I
hadn’t done this in a long time, even longer ago than the last time I had had
sex. Never before had I enjoyed it so much. It went beyond the mere physical
sensation for me. The real thrill was from the way that I was making him feel.
All night long, he had been the aggressor, but at that moment, I had full
control. Now he was the one arching his back in pleasure, moaning and rubbing
his own stomach. As he writhed on the bed, caught up in feeling of rapture, I
began to grow so aroused.
I
needed him. I needed the feeling of him inside of me to complete this union
that we had begun earlier in the night. I let go of him and worked my way back
up. I didn’t make it very far, before he grabbed me and pulled me over onto the
bed where I lay before.
Before
I knew what was happening, he was on top of me. It was strange, because I could
feel him pressed against every inch of my flesh, but never did I feel the
claustrophobic sensation of being crushed. No, it was a beautiful feeling to
have his chest against mine, his face exploring my neck, and his hands pinning
my shoulders down.
With
strong powerful legs, he pushed in between mine and separated them. They were
flung open and his pelvis ground down on me. In one thrust, I could feel him
enter me. I would have thought that I would need time to accustom myself to the
entry, but my hunger overcame my trepidation, and my body seemed to invite him
in.
Chapter Six
As I
awoke, it took me a moment to realize where I was. Greg’s apartment. We had
stayed up late into the night, but when I finally rested my head on his chest,
sated from the strenuous physical activity that had seemed to go on and on
without end, I fell deep into sleep.
I
sat up first and looked around. His bedroom looked different during the day. As
the sun shot through the gaps between his curtains, it hit various places
around the room, showing just how immaculate his place was. I was immediately
taken aback at how clean and organized a bachelor’s place could be without the touch
of a woman. I had a housekeeper that