Samantha And Marcus Ch 02

I awoke early as usual, but I couldn't go to him. My morning routine usually had me preparing for the day after my husband left for work. I didn't dare break it.

As I dressed, I couldn't help but touch myself. I was so hot, both from yesterday and for what I planned to do today. It was a thing that no woman ever wants to do. I guess the fact that it excited me tremendously meant that I was made of different stuff.

When I finally arrived, he enveloped me. Oh, what kisses. His tongue licked around and into my mouth. His hands pulled up my skirt and touched my pussy. He lay me back on the bed and pulled down my panties.

Giving myself the first time

He leaned in and began to lick me. Oh, it felt so good, but I forced myself to stop it when I almost gasped, "Marcus, Marcus, please stop. Don't let me cum yet. I'm so excited. I want to give myself to you completely. I'm afraid that if I cum, I won't do it as well. Please."

He stopped and looked at me questioningly. I asked him to take off his robe and told him that I wanted to use my mouth on him. When he revealed his hardened cock, I asked him if he would like to be in the bed. He said that he would rather sit in a chair that was near the bed.

He threw a pillow on the floor in front of the chair, and sat down. I knelt down. His cock was fully erect and looked luscious to me. I took both his hands and put them on my head. I looked him right in the eyes and told him that I wanted him to show me how he liked it. It was his turn to groan. He gently pushed me down, and I gagged. Saliva spilled out of my mouth and coated his cock. He pulled me up, and I took a deep breath. He pushed me down again, this time more forcefully. I gagged, but I only wanted more, and so I went right back down, taking as much as I could. Was it painful for me? It probably was, but that was not at all my overriding response. I was as hot as Marcus was, his hotness fueled mine and I wanted more and more of it.

I thought that most women would have avoided this, but I want you to understand my soul and how I felt about this man and my experiences with him.

First, from our initial kiss that first night on the couch together, I was on fire. There was no planning or plotting on my part. I was literally walking on air, flying, driven by the fire of desire and passion that Marcus had awakened in me. Every time Marcus came to my town I flew to him. I was utterly swept away by our sex, by his sexiness. Every single time it was as if he unleashed layer upon layer of passion in me that I never knew I had. Yes, I wanted sex in my life and I was missing it, but I never ever in a million years dreamed it could be like this. Both of us were on fire and yes, while I craved his pleasure and his joy, the pleasure and joy he gave to me was beyond measure.

Second, this man and what we had shared so far had thrown a switch in me. I was different. Dare I say that I wanted him to use me for his pleasure? Yes, a thousand times yes. Nothing seems more obvious than this. I was and I am his.

I gagged again and he held me there for a moment, and then pulled me back. I took a breath, and pushed down. This time when he tried to pull me back, I refused. I would not be pulled up. I pushed down, gagged and gagged, and flooded his cock and balls with my saliva.

When I finally pulled back, I gasped for breath. I sucked in oxygen once, twice, six times, with great gasping breaths. Then, I bent back to his cock. I took one of his hands and placed it on the back of my head. I put my hand behind his and pushed my head down as I gasped, "MORE."

He pushed me down until I was gagging continuously. Then, he wanted something more and asked me to lick his balls. This was another thing I had never done. He slid forward in the chair and pulled his cock back. He hadn't showered that day or the last and he had a musky, male smell. You probably won't believe that it stoked me, but it did. I inhaled deeply as I coated his balls with my saliva. He stroked his cock as I tried to reach every bit of him. I thought to myself that I'm going to ask him to avoid washing this place for several days before he comes to see me next time. I wanted the smell. I wanted the raw saltiness.

He called me back up. This time, he was more aggressive. I loved this. I felt that I was giving him what he truly wanted. It gave me something that I didn't know I wanted.

Beginning of darker pleasure

Eventually he said that he was going to cum. I begged him to cum on my breasts. This is what I had thought about the night before at home in bed.

I had a fantasy of taking his cum and spreading it on my nipples and then having Marcus lick it off. This thought drove me so wild that I had a hard time not cumming at that very moment, but I wanted to save the power of that orgasm.

He pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself. The first spout leapt out and splashed on my face. I had never seen anything like it. I so wanted to rub it all over my skin, but I didn't want to miss even a moment of what might happen next. The second spout splashed over my breasts leaving them dripping. Oh, then the final quiet shot splashed onto my clit.

As I spread the cum all over my face and my nipples, I asked him to bring his cock to my mouth. I gently sucked whatever was left inside and on his cock and tasted myself at the same time. The hair on his balls was becoming coated with his cum still on my face. My clit was pounding with desire almost to the point of pain. I could see my nipples were as rigid as they've ever been. I yearned for release.

Shyly, I asked,"Marcus, would you suck on my nipples?" He didn't hesitate. Oh my god! My clit pounded even more insistently as flashes of all that we were doing flooded my mind. I felt him sucking my nipple and knew that he was tasting his cum. I had never been so wild with desire. I needed to, had to cum.

I wanted desperately to stroke my clit, but I wanted to savor the feelings on my nipples as he licked and sucked them. I knew that this might happen again, but there would never be another first time.

Finally, I couldn't wait. As I stroked my own nipples, I asked him to move down to my clit. I knew that it was coated with the cum that I had just spread.

He moved down and flattened his tongue and gently stroked it into the pool that surrounded my clit. I lifted my hips to meet his mouth and then, instinctively, I put my hands on either side of his head. I kept them there without putting any pressure on them at first and then gradually as his tongue continued to dip, to flick, to scoop my juices.

I began to arch my. hips and to hold his head more firmly, even to guide him deeper as I begged him not to stop. It turned me on even more to look down and see Marcus' head at my pussy.

Then as I clutched his head so tightly I didn't know if it might be hurting him, I felt the wave begin. My back and hips arched ever higher as I clutched his head to my pussy. His tongue came out for a second and again I begged him not to stop. I pushed his head back to my pussy as the wave enveloped me, lifted me higher and higher. My clit sang, kept singing, my hips staying high in the air as this coursed through every cell. I screamed, "Oh god, oh Marcus, Yes!!!"

When I recovered, I felt tears forming. Today was better than yesterday. I hadn't thought that that was possible. And I found out that I was wrong this morning. I was still so hot, and I still wanted to please him.

I hugged him very tightly. "Thank you. Thank you. I love you." He lay on his back while I was on my side, my head on my elbow. I was absently stroking his cock. He asked if I was tired and wanted to sleep. I told him that I was still turned on. I moved down and put my head between his legs. I breathed in his musk and slowly stroked his balls with my tongue.

Sweet pain

Slowly, his cock hardened again, incredibly!! He brought me up and kissed me gently. He rolled over on top of me and entered me slowly. I had my arms around his back. He brought his hands up to my head and stroked my hair.

Then, he took two handfuls of hair and pulled gently. I wanted more, and said, "That turns me on. You can pull harder." When he did, it hurt a little but I told him that I loved it. He began to move more forcefully in and out of me.

Before long, he told me that he was going to cum. I became more and more excited by his control of me, and I encouraged him to pull harder, I told him that I was almost there too. He moved one hand to the top of my head and jerked it back. I was pinned while he fucked me. It hurt badly, but I wouldn't have stopped it for anything. I could tell that controlling me and maybe even hurting me was turning him on. Me too. We both came together.

We lay back and talked about what just happened. I think he was surprised when I begged him, "Please take me with you." I tried to explain what I was asking. What just happened was unlike anything that we had done before, and I could tell that letting himself go had turned him on more than any of the rest of it. I wanted to go there.

I told him that I hoped he would share his desires with me. I told him that I knew that he had been holding back. I told him that I wanted to fully know what turned him on and I wanted to be part of it.

He was quiet for a few minutes. Then he tacitly admitted that he was turned on by more than I knew, and quietly said, "I don't think you would like it."

I told him that I loved what just happened, and that I wanted more. I told him that I loved his power. I told him that I loved the raw, unbridled passion. I begged him to show me more. I promised that if it became too much for me, I would tell him.

He wasn't convinced, but said that he would think about it,

He needed to hurry to get to the airport. A shower to remove our smells and residue was vital. When he got to his home airport, he called. He kept repeating wow over and over. I tried to make him know how swept away I was.

When we hung up, I went to a private place and brought myself off. He told me later that he couldn't keep his hands off of his cock when he got home. He said that he had come more times than he could count reliving our experiences and my reactions. You can imagine how that made me feel.

End of Chapter 2