A Bit of Nothing

Content Disclosure:

Other elements attributed to Erotic Couplings also occur from this chapter. It's a complete sex scene.

***

Chapter 7

Mike, if he got his wish and I became his girl, would be my man. I wanted him exactly as he was: his face, eyes, that fucking body, sitting. I would kneel for this man and worship his cock while he looked at me with that cool gaze and his closed, unreadable mouth. Those olive eyes that squinted slightly as he tilted his head back, waiting, like he was entitled to have my mouth. Water droplets from his post-shower hair trickling down.

Yeah, sit there, boy. With those strong legs spread wide open, one arm stretched out on the back of the sofa to show off those toned biceps. Like a dark blonde Slim Shady, minus the piercings. Your presence screams like you own every place you enter. This shit I knew could make my knees go weak, and I gave in, landing on your lap to swallow that cock.

I pulled down his waistband and boxers, and saw what I needed, wrapped in that murky transparent condom. I took it in my mouth. God, I hoped my jaw wouldn't lock--he's thick. He grabbed my head. I looked up, and those eyes revealed nothing but detached observation. Yes, fuck, I needed a release. But I had to blow him first. Sorry for being such a fucking amateur, I'm usually on the receiving end.

My throat gurgled but hadn't gagged yet from this sloppy blow. His hand was there to guide me up and down his cock. This hot girth, hardened with its fleshy consistency, left no room in my mouth to breathe. Should I deep-throat? Fuck, I don't know. So I decided to wrap my lips around it instead, focusing on my tongue play.

"Hmm..." he made a jerky grunt, then moaned. "Stop, Kat. We have a long way to go, that's it for now." He pulled my head back. Disappointing. But since he was wrapped, I wouldn't be able to swallow his cum anyway. "Lay down for me now. We'll get you primed up."

Huh? I let my face show it. "Now that you mention it, would you even fit inside my cunt?"

He nodded. "Lube and you getting horny. Lay down," he ordered.

Though, how?

"How?" I said. "Like, wouldn't it hit my cervix and cause bruising?"

Mike resisted his urge to be amused or crack a smile. Instead, he removed his sweatpants and boxers completely, further exposing his lower body. His cami followed. What showed now was his body in full glory. Fuckin' fine, damn it! Nothing went to waste with this man. Katarina! Get your head in the game, are you backing down now?

"Your vagina stretches if you're aroused and lubed enough, unless my dick's really too much for you," he explained, trying to reassure me. He chuckled and beckoned with his hand. "Are you scared?" he asked. "Tell me, c'mere."

See? Kat, keep up and don't let your pussy be such a shrinking pussy.

Though, I still wondered how. Left with nothing else to do, I begrudgingly walked toward him as he sat back down on the sofa and wrapped his arms around me. Bummed. I was really bummed.

"Maybe you're just not comfortable, 'kay? How about some skinship for a moment?" He murmured near my ear. "You can take off your shirt for now and cop a feel with me."

Okay. I don't know. I felt ambivalent about it. But he nipped my earlobe and even licked inside it. I got tickled and was distracted enough from these thoughts. "Hey," I protested, "b-back off. M-Mike." Giggling away from his ticklish tongue.

Fine. Fuck it. I didn't chase Mike Sanditon for nothing!

I removed my shirt, tossed it onto a couch and pressed my tits against him. Skin to skin. Color palette ensemble. He had me redirect my seat to move onto his lap, which I did. It wasn't supposed to be a saddle but his dick got in the way. And for the sake of skinship, I sat on top of him, relishing the feel of his warm dick between the spread slits of my cunt. It's big. Fuck, how will that fit in?

He rested his arms around both sides of my hips. "I was thinking of eating you first before we get into it. But I guess you must be really scared?"

Shut up, you're making me cry.

I whimpered anyway. And wrapped my arms around his neck instead and rested again on the curve of his shoulder. I smelled cologne, and felt a drop of sweat. I licked it. He grunted in surprise before holding my head.

"Didn't I tell you? We could've had a good time other than your exact wish of having sex."

"'Kay," I only replied.

I sulked against his skin, breathing in his sweat that had mixed with his soap. I wanted comfort so I fuckin' raised my head and started playing with him through kisses. Well, he reciprocated anyway, so I guess there was no problem.

His kisses were snappy pecks, sometimes light when I kept attacking him with my own need for them. Oh well... My hands roamed over his abs, rough and hard surface fuckin' area, bitches. Then his mouth made a lazy sweep of my neck below my ear and started giving teasing sucks. Okay, that was a bit comforting.

"Prime me up then," I said, as I removed myself from him and lay down. He watched me do it first, and observed me.

"You sure?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah." And opened my legs further.

Mike took pillows from behind us and used them to elevate my hips. I moved along, my hips raised quite steep but it relaxed my cunt enough to open up. Yet still, I found it erotic. And bitch, my libido returned with horniness. With my legs held high, I fuckin' presented that shit to Mike like a goddamn meal. Bon appétit, Michael. You do you.

He folded my legs back, pinning them with his hands. He dove down, his warm breath hitting my cunt just before his tongue swept over me--a lightning-fast lick that just obliterated any thought except getting fucked, even if his size wrecked me.

Then he really started eating me out. He pushed his tongue deeper inside, coating me in slick heat while one finger slipped easily into me. That soft, teasing lick brought my clit buzzing to life. Fuck, I was getting soaked.

No shit, I was instantly creamed, my mouth falling open, some pathetic, needy sound crawling up my throat. "Yes... Mike... Ha..." I gasped, looking down past my own body to where his dark blonde head was buried between my legs. His hot tongue worked my clit, licking in time with the steady rhythm of his hooked finger inside me--and--oh, fuck...

He sucked it.

"Ha... Fuck..." My voice was a breathless squeak, pleading without words as I bit my lip hard, the pleasure turning into an agonizingly delicious strain. "Mike..."

He gripped my legs tighter, pushed them higher, dove deeper with his mouth, and then curled his finger inside, pressing right there--that spot deep inside that just melts me. He dragged his tongue sideways, licking with just the tip. That spot just made me pour.

More sucking followed and, oh no...

No...

"No... No..." I muttered in helpless cries, surrendering, when that delicious strain filled up and slowly poured into a flood of pleasure throughout my body. Starting from my mind until it trickled through my skin in hot spasms--

And a snap!

My womb convulsed. Too strong, god... My shoulders, my waist and my hips were shaking. Fuck, it got so intense Mike had to hold me down. Then, it ceased. It was over. When I opened my eyes, it was over. My head lightened with some clarity but my eyes wanted to shed tears. I don't know. From too much sensation, I guess?

He pulled his finger out, got up, and looked down at me. "What do you think?" he asked.

In that post-orgasm clarity, every detail of his face seemed sharp, specific. He had freckles near his hairline. And his dark blonde hair almost looked light brown or something. Damn you, what have you done to me? Why the fuck am I seeing things?

I nodded, and swallowed before speaking with heavy breath. "Let's do it."

So, he slowly let go of my legs and removed some of those heavy pillows underneath me before adjusting himself in his seat. "You put it in, Kat. It'll be your move, I'll come anyway. No rush."

Fuck if both of us weren't gonna rush. I was horny as hell, did he want me to run out of it? But bitch, even if I was strung out and my weakening body had to move, I did. I got up and crawled to return and sit on his lap. But not before grabbing that big dick and positioning it inside me. I felt the head--and fuck--I couldn't, even though I'd creamed so much.

Instead, I had to ride him first and feel him with it. I did. I rode on top of his length, grinding against my just-got-creamed pussy lips. My hips rolled as I turned my attention toward him, briefly sighing and chuckling.

I saw him smile as he held both my hips while I moved. Then I cracked a laugh. "Shit, I know we're both mismatched. This shit can get awkward, I have to jump through hoops."

"I see progress," he chuckled between replies. "You'll get there."

It really would've been much better if he could match my freak but not get too carried away with my own embarrassing shit.

Bitch! Don't kill your vibe now!

That's what I told myself when another dose of pussy dry had come from Mike the Person.

I smiled, taking this challenge up a notch. I adjusted his head to my opening, looked at him, smiling as I kept teasing my cunt with his. One nudge came in. Shit! Good news! And more riding when I considered Mike's assistance, "would you try playing my clit as I do it?"

His eyebrows perked up but he reached down and began circling it. Oh, the sensations. I tried to nudge again and it got in. Fuckin' news. Fuck, it stretched good. Another one. I looked up and nodded. "Keep going," I said, biting my lips as new sensations were coming.

I tried to pull it out, and with the pressure of Mike's fingers on my clit and the goddamn feel of his dick, I put it in and nudged once more. Fuck, I could feel it inside midway. I checked the status and damn we were still halfway from the hilt. Oof. The way it stretched me though...

Oh, so fuckin' good. More...

I nudged and more fill added up inside. The stretch? Fuck. More...

My hips rolled, dancing that fuckin' wave of being stretched and wanting to be stretched more as it seemed to touch and tickle my canal's ridges, giving me a fuckin' rush of intense build-up. I kept going. I thought of my lower abdomen getting full with that steely hardness but fleshy and slimy warmth.

"It got in," Mike said.

What?

I looked down and it was already buried to the hilt. I looked up, surprised in wonder. "It got in," I choked, and stretched my lips into a grin. "It got in!" I repeated.

Then he moved, and every thought evaporated from me. Why the fuck when he does it, my brain melts? It's giving me that moaning face with her eyes-turned-white stock photo. But before that happened he beckoned with his hand and spoke, "Kat, come closer."

I did, and he wrapped his arms around my back, making me lean toward him, further pressing my chest to his as he began his thrust. Every stroke from him made me grunt, until my mouth involuntarily opened for a high-pitched moan. He tipped my chin, caught that open mouth and dove me into his fuckin' kiss like the last time at his mother's gazebo.

His dick was grazing my walls that were dying to get scratched as if they were never relieved for the longest time. There's that hot air coming out from his exhalations through his nose, it fans my face as I smelled his own sweat in return.

Sex is in the fuckin' air as our sweat mixed and wiped against our skin. But here I was, drowning in his saliva. In the way he moved his tongue with mine, while grinding, wrapped in his toned arms, almost locked, yet all I could feel was his hard chest pressed against mine.

I hadn't thought about it. In fact, during that time I never thought about anything, 'cause my brain was gone. What I had was a well-stretched pussy and covered mouth with his. Sweating bodies where Mike smelled of citrus cologne and a faint aquatic perfume. It was hyper-awareness of his hold on me. That he tried to wrap me in one arm, while his other arm had his hand stretching my ass so that my cunt could welcome a harder stroke.

My womb snapped, making my unthinking brain burst. Another keen convulsion occurred. I almost cried around his mouth, but I shut my eyes instead and braced for it. The sensation was too much. It felt like it drained my mind, wrung tears from my eyes when it happened.

He gave two or more decisive pumps, and broke that kiss as he groaned. He threw his head back and reclined on the sofa, eyes also closed, both of us catching our breath.

It was an intense sex attempt where neither of us could speak afterward. Where both of us were busy catching our lost senses. That was fuckin' good. Real ass good. Banged and mindblown the shit out of me.

I just hoped it wouldn't happen too often though. I didn't want to read his skin. Nor detect his fuckin' perfume.

This time, and only this time, I'd allow this.

It's too much.

"Damn, that was good," I said, when I found my voice again.

He made a deep chuckle and drew me to him, gave me too many gentle kisses on the cheeks and murmured, "It wasn't that terrifying after all, don't you think? Don't worry, you'll get used to me."

"You know what, I'm so fucking satisfied I think a one-night stand could've cured me. Why didn't you go for that?"

He just made a sound and rested his chin on top of my head. "I saw something."

Huh? The hell was this guy talking about? "Like some supernatural beings?"

He laughed in his throat. "No," he said.

"What then?"

Then he answered without pause, "Seeing you with Frederic when your attention had been with me first."

The fuck?

"Huh?" I told him.

I saw in the shadows how his head shook sideways. "I didn't like it."