** Author's Note: This is part three of a series. I recommend you read parts one and two first. I love getting comments, so if you have a moment, please let me know what you think. Thank you to everyone who has rated the other parts of this series so highly, and for all the comments so far. Special thanks to SlySubmissive for the editing assistance. Also, this is just the beginning between Craig and Moira, not the end of their story, so there's more to come. Enjoy!
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I felt much less drained this Saturday than I had last week, with no alcohol-fueled romp from which to recover. My foot felt well enough both to fit into and tolerate a shoe, so I slipped free from Moira, threw on some clothes and made a quick trip to a bakery down the street. Croissants and muffins in hand, I returned home.
"Craig?" I heard from the bedroom, as I closed the front door.
I set the pastry box down on the kitchen counter. "Yes, Moira?"
"Will you come here, please?"
"Nothing would please me more."
She was sitting up in my bed, her hair a wild mass of enticing curls. She held the sheet to her chest with one hand. The way it draped over her luscious curves stopped me dead, my eyes almost escaping their sockets.
"I woke up and you were gone and I was cold," she said sadly. She noticed my bug-eyed expression and gave me a curious look. "It's nothing you haven't seen," she said with a little smile.
"And something I'll never tire of seeing," I replied.
She gave me a smoky look and dropped the sheet with a casual flourish. It puddled in her lap as she thrust her chest toward me. I saw red. My hands itched and clenched. I growled a rumble so deep-throated and primal that it startled her. 'Must Have!' was written in letters of fire across my brain -- I was incapable of any other thoughts. I took two steps in her direction without realizing I had moved, still growling. She yanked the sheet up over her chest, wide-eyed. I took two more steps, almost to the bed. She threw up a hand and flinched away from me. The fear on her face shocked me to my senses. I staggered like I'd been kicked in the head, and then crumpled to my knees.
"Oh Moira, oh fuck, I'm so sorry." I struggled for words, trying to tell her it was OK, that I was me again, that I wouldn't hurt her, and that she was safe, even though I'd damn near put the lie to that just now, but all I could manage was, "I'm so sorry I scared you." I dropped my head and took a few ragged, gasping breaths, trying to collect my wits. When I looked up, she still held the sheet to her chest, but the fear was gone, replaced by a mix of concern and shame.
"It's my fault. After everything we said last night, I teased you like that," she said quietly. "You were right to turn me down last night. I understand if you've ... changed your mind." My heart broke. Moira was amazing, but there was a streak of self-loathing in her that I didn't understand. She knew how other people saw her. When she allowed herself to believe them, she sparkled, but she didn't understand why they thought what they did, and could only rarely credit their opinions.
"Moira, no, not at all." I reached out to cup her chin in my hand and pull her eyes up to mine. "I know how attracted I am to you, but I had no idea how much control you could exert over me. That has never happened to me before."
"No one's ever made you feel like that?" she asked, a shy smile blooming on her face.
"No one, ever," I confirmed.
She threw her arms around me and pulled herself tightly against me. I sat beside her on the bed and squeezed her as hard as I could. I might have been hurting her, but she never complained. It took us both a few minutes to calm down. When she finally relaxed, she pulled back and kissed me, softly and quickly.
"That's for wanting me so badly." She inched her face toward mine, stopping just before our lips met. "And this is for controlling it." She inched her face slowly toward mine, pressing our lips together. Then, she just kept pushing, leaning me backwards and eventually flat onto the bed. She pressed further, crushing her lips against mine, Her tongue darted out to press further still. She grabbed my hands and yanked them to her breasts, moaning into my mouth as her tongue attacked me. I cupped her satiny globes in my hands, squeezing gently as she pressed herself into my palms. I felt her nipples tighten against my palms as I kneaded them while I lost myself in the delicious kiss, relishing her enthusiasm and aggression. She nipped at my lips, and then broke away to give me a hungry stare before resuming her powerful kiss. I captured both nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and she whimpered into my mouth.
She was rubbing her thighs against my thoroughly engorged member through my shorts, her groin a supernova on top of my leg. Her hand shot down into my clothes and gripped my hard cock firmly. "Ohhhh fuck, Moira," I moaned around her tongue. She pulled back, smiling at me.
Without warning, I attacked. I grabbed her ass with one hand, placed other in the middle of her back, and lifted her chest to my mouth as I sat up, bending her over backwards and preparing to devour her. I placed sucking kisses from her collar bone down her sternum, along the bottom of her ribs and up her sides, my beard barely tickling her breasts. I rubbed my lips is the soft peach fuzz that covered her belly, kissing concentric circles around her navel. Her fingers kneaded my scalp as I explored her smooth skin. Satisfied I had thoroughly covered her torso, I cupped one breast with both hands, squeezing it between my fingers until the nipple protruded far enough to be easily accessible. I gently placed my teeth on the jutting bud and drew them up the length of it. An urgent whimper leaped from her throat. I wrapped my lips around that puckered flesh and sucked it into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, while I tugged and pinched the other. She began to furiously grind her wet pussy against my leg. I threw her down onto her back and yanked off her thong.
"Yes! Please! Do it! I don't care! I need it!" she screamed at me, completely wild with lust. I couldn't do that, not yet, not today.
I buried my face in apex of her thighs, lapping wildly before thrusting my tongue into her. Desperate with ecstasy, she gripped my head and thrust her pussy into my face. I luxuriated in the taste of her for a moment, filling my mouth with her honey before licking my way to her clit and swirling my tongue around it. Her hips bucked wildly. I slid a finger into her, and captured her inner labia between the two adjacent fingers, tugging and kneading them as I penetrated her. I tapped the roof of her smooth channel with my finger, flicking my tongue over her clit with the same beat. The dancer in her took over, and she began thrust her hips onto my hand in time.
"Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?" she groaned. I picked up the pace. After two beats, we were synchronized again. Her hands knotted in the sheets and she began to whimper constantly. Her legs knotted together behind my head. I sped up again, dragging my tongue from the ridge beneath her clit right over top of it rapidly.
"Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh AHHhhhhhh!" she screamed as she came. Her legs clamped down on my head, and her back arched. I lowered the beat, pressing my tongue flat against her clit and rolling it in slow circles as my finger pumped in and out of her at the same speed. She slowly relaxed and sank back to the bed. I withdrew my fingers gently and untangled her legs, freeing my head. I sat on the bed beside her, idling caressing one leg while she panted.
I took advantage of her moment of bliss to memorize every inch of her, but I could have stared at her for a lifetime. Every part of her was tone, but lush - curvy, like a woman should be. I covered her thighs, hips and stomach with kisses, not trying to tease her or excite her, just for the sheer joy I felt when my lips touched her skin.
I spent a few moments lost in her flesh. Then I heard, "Hey, you, come here." I looked up to see Moira crooking a finger at me. I laid down beside her on my side, lazily drawing shapes on her stomach.
"Hi there." I smiled down at her.
"That wasn't how that was supposed to go," she informed me severely.
"Seemed like it went pretty well to me," I replied.
She studied me for a moment. "You mean that, don't you?" she asked.
"Wouldn't say it if I didn't." She shook her head in disbelief. "You don't believe me?"
"No I do," she said quickly. "I'm just...surprised that I can."
"Well, I'm glad you can believe me."
She shot me a dazzling smile. "Thank you for...for not having sex with me."
"I told you. I choose the place and time. Quit trying to screw up my timeline," I warned her with mock anger. That dazzling smile transitioned smoothly to evil.
"Then shut up and stop distracting me," she replied, pushing me back onto the bed. She climbed down me, and then yanked off my shorts and boxers in one tug. Then she straddled my thighs, sitting back on her heels. My excitement had abated from earlier while I was enjoying my leisurely explorations, but when she grasped my turgid shaft and rubbed the sensitive underside of the head against her nipple, I was fully upright in no time. Using the hand not holding my erection, she lifted her nipple as high as she could, and then snaked out an impossibly long tongue to taste me on her.
"Hhhhhholy fffuck that's hot," I stammered.
She smirked at her entertaining discovery, and then, excruciatingly slowly, lowered her mouth to my throbbing cock. She swallowed as much as she could with one smooth push, and then drew back with one long suck that seemed to take an hour, catching just the head in her mouth at the end.
"Unnggg," I groaned, muscles all throughout my body shuddering. She swirled her tongue around the head, and then bobbed again as deeply as she could several times. She repeated the swirl and suck technique until I was clenching my abs on every down-stroke. "Oh fuck, Moira." She took that as her cue to suck me deeply, and then bob rapidly on my dick, sucking firmly and working her tongue on my shaft. She was the puppet master now, and I danced for her, powerless to do otherwise. In a moment, I gripped the sheets, thrusting into her face as I came.
"Moiraaaaaaaa!" I roared as I erupted in her mouth. She sucked until I slumped against the bed, swallowing everything I offered.
She slunk up beside me, pressed herself against my side and whispered in my ear, "That's how it was supposed to go." Then she grabbed my arm and rolled away from me, pulling me around her and up against her, that glorious ass pressed against my still half-hard cock. I pulled her tightly against me, burying my face in her hair as I enveloped her with my arms. A blissful sleep took us.
When I woke up, I spent a few moments basking in Moira's warmth and softness. Eventually she stirred, pressing her hips against mine. The taunt muscles under the silken skin of her ass massaged my manhood.
"Oh Moira, please, as much as I hate myself for saying this, please stop doing that."
"You owe me," she said, levelly. She spun around to face me with a sad look of disappointment on her face. "I woke up alone." I clutched her to me.
"Every second I was gone was hellish torture. I promise; however, I hope you'll allow me to make amends for my earlier reprehensible behavior." I kissed her tenderly for a long moment. "Good morning, Moira." She purred with satisfaction and snuggled into my chest.
