Holding the towel at the top of her breasts to cover her she opened the door a crack. The hall was empty as she stepped and heard it again. She inched forward cautiously; half steps took her to the door to the bedroom. Her chest was pounding and whatever was in her house was beckoning her.
The room was pulling her closer as she peered around the doorframe. It was empty but the room reached out to take her. Dianne turned the corner and eased slowly in, still feeling the draw. The bed covers were still thrown back and without thought, she settled onto the still warm mattress and lay back against her pillow. It wasn't something she had consciously chosen to do. It happened as if she'd been directed or possibly that it had been her intention all along. After the night's frustrations and the arousing sensations she had just felt, maybe her body was beckoning her own touch. Maybe she'd been drawn to the bedroom to seek her own pleasures. She was gnawing on her lip again, anxious, nervous, and confused.
In silence, Dianne looked to the ceiling until she again felt another kiss. She felt fresh breath across her tongue and a woodsy scent of masculine musk filled the room. Whatever created these feelings, she had started to think of it as "him." She wanted to reach out and hold him but as she grasped, her arms simply fell to her chest. She clutched the towel that still covered her, knuckles whitening as she clutched it tight to protect herself. Then slowly, Dianne dragged the towel to the side and letting it drop to the floor. In a moment, she felt the fullness of her breasts again as palms covered the swells of her chest. She found herself keenly aware of their rise and fall as her breath quickened. Lips covered her nipples. They sucked and bit them lightly. A tongue rolled across the tender caps. She was panting, frightened and wanting, as hands stroked her damp skin. She felt the lips glide down her chest with light kisses until she felt the tongue again. Dianne felt the tip swirl her patch of hair. She felt tugs at her small curls that stung her skin. She felt kisses on her swollen lips as the tongue slid back to her excited clit. She felt her clit being sucked. She felt a light bite and the tongue swirled circles around the tender nub. It was as if hundreds of tiny butterflies flitted among her moist labia, their wings sodden with her nectar brushing the taught skin of her hardened nub. They would circle back to frolic again among her silky folds and she envisioned tiny feet spattering her excited pearl like soft pin pricks. It was sucked again; held between gentle lips and caressed. Dianne felt the demanding urge to squeeze. She needed to grip and her pelvic muscles tensed. She need something, she ached for a presence to clutch. Dianne shed any sense restraint and eased her legs apart as she felt a finger circle her wet opening. Over and over in circles it rubbed the soft flesh and she clenched again.
Spreading her legs further, Dianne gave herself over to whatever the source of her sensations. She surrendered. She submitted, already knowing she would accept whatever came next. Dianne drew her feet together, her knees bending outward and hovering close to the mattress, leaving her agape and exposed.
Dianne was unaware she was still biting her lower lip. She would not have known the appearance of the blank stare that glossed the blue intensity of her eyes. She was relaxed and controlled by the sensations that warmed her pelvis and made her nipples sting. She was aware though, of the curl of her toes as a finger eased through the slick path to her tunnel. As it probed deeply she felt it circle her tender walls and could sense they were swollen, plump and ready as she clamped down on the finger's meandering. She was aware of soft noises escaping her throat but she couldn't hear them. Her eyes were blank and saw nothing -- her mind focused on the feelings of her pelvis and other senses seemed to shut down.
The finger eased outward and came to rest among the sensitive ridges of her anterior wall. A pad pressed delicately against the soft pad that instantly seemed wired to the back of her clit.
The tongue never stopped. It caressed, teased, and wrapped her bud. Whatever was doing this to her had set up a harmonic vibration that heated her breasts, seared the nerves in the pits of her arms and cramped the soles of her feet. Dianne's thighs were on fire and she knew it wouldn't be long.
"Don't cum yet." She told herself. "Don't cum yet." Regardless that she craved the surge of climax, she wanted this intensity to last. She didn't want to feel that peak that might mark the coming ebb of the excitement her nerves were feeling. No sooner had she had that thought, than the feelings stopped. Dianne waited, certain she would feel it again but it didn't come. She screamed in frustration.
After a pause, Dianne sat up in bed. It only lasted a moment. A hand planted firmly between her breasts and pushed her back down. She didn't resist the obvious presence between her legs. She also sensed the presence of weight hovering above her. It wasn't the weight of a body holding her down, but rather that implication she could feel of a lover resting above her body on his elbows. A chest brushed her still stinging nipples. She felt the tip of a cock glide down her abdomen, through her hair and then follow the line of her slit. She felt her legs pushed abruptly outward again and then that familiar subtle burning at her opening told her it was pressed to enter. She felt her body stretch. Her opening gave way to accept the bulk that was being pressed into her channel as the ridge of its head eased through her snug ring. Dianne squeezed to clutch the shaft; wanting to convince herself it was there. The bulk resisting her squeeze was all she needed. Her wet walls came to life and they clenched the presence in her tunnel sending waves of heat soaring though her pelvis. Her buttocks tightened with her grip but the bulk continued its smooth journey. Deeper and deeper it glided through her wet channel until she felt its spongy tip rub and tease her cervix before withdrawing.
Again, she felt it driven in through her opening and again it withdrew. Entering and leaving it stroked the length of her until it reached her limit. Then, held deep Dianne felt its shape slither and roll within her grasp like a lover rolling his hips. She squeezed again and gripped it until she couldn't hold the grasp any longer. Without thought, she flung her arms down to grab his ass. She craved to pull him deeper but she grabbed nothing. She felt the pain as her fingernails instead dug into her soft inner thighs but she didn't care. The strokes grew more intense; they pushed harder and faster, each one pushing the breath from her lungs and she would inhale deeply each time it pulled back. "Yes, Yes, Yes," she growled with each push of the bulk.
Without warning, Dianne whimpered as she felt her hair being pulled. At the same time, the bulk slammed its way through her channel and the pace increased. She lifted her hips abruptly to meet the thrust and she matched the rhythm of each returning push. Dianne heard herself spouting words she seldom used, one with each thrust of the cock. "Fuck.......me, Fuck......me," she voiced with a guttural whisper. Whatever held her spread eagle on her bed did exactly that. Each thrust pounded her cervix; the dull pain muted by the exquisite sensation of the shaft caressing her sensitive, wet walls. She felt his pubic bone mashing her mons and that pain was met with the sensation of skin tugging the flesh of her clit. Thousands of nerves scrambled at a feverish pace to meet the rough caress, shooting sparks that sent fever through her breasts and nipples.
Her hair was released. Hands slid under her and held her shoulders like a lover pulling himself to her depth. She was already quivering when her engorged walls felt the lurch of the bulk against her grasp. She knew that feeling and bit her lip again; gratified that her body had brought this pleasure as she anticipated the next sensation. She was excited that her surrender was getting him off and she whispered again; sounding almost like a pant as she writhed to drive him on. "Give it to me," was all she said and she felt the lurch again, pushing outward against her engorged walls. Dianne sensed her own climax rising. She felt herself flooded with his fluids and her inner thighs exploded. Waves of pleasant shock soared up her thighs as she heard a low groan and more bursts splashed her walls. Dianne trembled. Her whole body quaked; her legs trembled and her feet rattled against the mattress. Dianne's back arched upward as her shoulders trembled against the pillow and her whole body ignited in orgasm.
She was panting as she felt the bulk slowly withdraw. The pants were shallow and offered little respite for her need for air. At the same time, though she saw nothing, it seemed her lover was milking off the last of his fluids, spilling onto her soft skin and in the hair of her mons.
