All sexual acts herein are between people 18 years of age, or older.
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Gaining Insight
Nikita came to Donnie's place after work, and moments after walking through the front door—left open for her—was caught from behind by Donnie's strong hands.
They kissed in the foyer, and his hands traversed her supple body while her hands clung to his neck and hair. Ending the kiss, he smugly inquired,
"Have you seen the bedroom lately?"
"Oh, have you had a decorator in?"
"No, but I've mussed the sheets up just the way you like them."
"Well do let us go and see. I adore rumpled sheets with a manly odor to them."
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He stood majestically above her, staring into her deep brown eyes. There was no mistaking the wanton lust in those eyes and she knew he saw it there. Nikita's chest rose and fell rhythmically and her breath continued to quicken as she felt the sudden warmth radiating through her body and settling in her mons veneris.
Donnie's hand ventured under the short dress Nikita wore and went straight to her sex, encased in a pair of lace panties. His knowing fingers deftly parted her labia through the filmy material.
Feigning surprise, he said huskily, "Oooh, your panties are in the way; make that pussy wet for me, will you?" He stressed his request by pressing the damp lacy material between her folds and sopped up some of the juices already flowing freely from her sex.
Nikita wormed a hand into her panties and stirred her honey-pot for him, creating more in the way of free flowing juices.
"Good girl" he whispered softly, while running a hand through her luxurious dark brown hair and gathering it then pulling her head back slightly.
"Look at me" he said calmly and firmly.
Her eyes sparkled as they met his, and she felt his fingers moving her lacy undies to one side. He kissed her and the kiss lasted several minutes during which his fingers gently graze her unhooded clitoris and open her folds enough to accept his knowing finger inside.
An involuntary groan of pleasure followed by the flexing of her vaginal muscles around the finger signaled her desire for at the very least, another finger inside her. Donnie's middle finger slithered into her steaming cunt as Nikita closed her eyes and sighed with satisfaction.
Donnie as always, was impressed by the high sitting breasts and long turgid nipples thrusting against the flimsy material of her dress. He glanced down and saw his own erection jutting against the material of his slacks and smiled.
"Look at me." He said, and as Nikita's eyes opened she saw the way he was looking at her and moaned with want. Perhaps a full second elapsed before she began to hump his fingers, but then he used his free hand to hold her steady.
"Stay still, Nikita." His words brought her humping to an end. He slowly extracted his fingers from her vagina and tapped them lightly against her swollen lips.
"Taste yourself, Darling."
Nikita ran her tongue over every part of the fingers in her mouth then sucked them until every particle of her juices vanished from the proffered fingers.
At the mid-point of this activity, Nikita resumed humping the air as if searching for an invisible phallus.
Taking the fingers from her mouth, Donnie kissed her again; Nikita responded to it with a violent urgency signaling her need to have her cuntal cavity filled with his cock.
During the torrid kiss, Donnie worked her dress up over her hips, pulled on her panties until they filled the crack of her ass and began rubbing against her clit and cunt, intensifying her desire to be possessed by him.
"Donnie," she croaked, "put it in me!"
At this juncture in his young life, Donnie knew enough about women and their sexual desires to ignore the demand. He knew delaying her gratification would heighten her sensations and wring a more powerful orgasm from her than normal.
It was such powerful orgasms that gave him a certain power over women. He was well aware of it and patiently continued with what he referred to as 'prepping the patient' much as a surgeon in an operating theatre might.
In fact, he took great pride in his sexual approach with each and every female he fucked. For instance, here with Nikita who was obviously ready for him, he slowed his pace and contented himself with priming Nikita by squeezing each breast thoroughly before and after plucking them from the scooped neckline of her dress.
To his way of thinking they reminded him of an exotic twin dessert waiting for him to dip into them with a spoon. When he told Nikita this, she burst out laughing, delighted with his 'vision' of her twins.
She began moaning non-stop when he started to chew on her elongated nipples, bringing Nikita to the cusp of a tumultuous orgasm.
"Bite the fuckers! I love it! Oooh--ooooh--ooooh!" She crowed sensing her release nearing.
He obliged her--he almost always did so, except when he had other ideas in mind that suited him better.
This time he felt that a sharp yank on her hair might enhance the sensations a little more, and as he accommodated her in biting down on each nipple, he also pulled suddenly on her hair sending a sharp pain throughout her system countering the pleasure she was receiving from his munching on her well tortured buds.
And as he was wont to do with each conquest, Donnie added additional confusion to her senses by kissing the pulsing vein on her neck, driving her wilder with want and need.
Finally they were skin against skin at the foot of the bed, arms wrapped about each other's backs. Nikita's head rested just above his chest and she kissed the hollow above his collarbone, inhaling the barest scent of a faraway forest, dark and wild. No novice in sexual matters, she decided to take the lead in their coupling and slid her right leg up to the outer side of his left, felt his hardness pulse against her thigh.
Donnie sighed and turned his head down to nuzzle and lick at her neck, animal like, making her shiver. He moved his hands to her shoulders, and turned to growl-whisper in her ear. "Get out of the dress and onto your knees!"
He tempered the rough edge of his words by gently pushing her with one hand and pulling with the other to turn her around. Nikita resisted for a moment, just to let him know she could then capitulate, letting her shoulder and arm brush against his chest and stomach as she positioned herself accordingly.
In the process she was unable to resist letting a hand encounter his hard cock and giving it a not-so-gentle squeeze.
Now she faced the bed, with him behind. His hands moved from her shoulders to her breasts caressing then squeezing and pinching the still very sensitive nipples. Moaning, Nikita placed one knee on the mattress and slowly, seductively, crawled onto the bed, making sure Donnie caught several eyefuls as she moved to the center then looked back over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes.
"I'm still here," he said with a lecherous smile that made her shudder.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands, caressing them with a familiarity that brought memories of orgasms past flooding back to her.
He too, was recalling previous couplings with her and noting the glisten of moisture at the junction of her legs had to restrain himself from leaping upon her like a starving beast.
Patience—anticipation-sweet torture ... thoughts ran through both their minds just then.
Donnie moved closer and Nikita turned away as the bed shifted on absorbing his weight. She held her breath; felt the mattress pushed down between her slightly parted knees.
Nikita's body jerked involuntarily at his hot touch as his hands stroked up her legs paused to lightly tickle behind each knee before moving on--but not before letting her feel the tip of his member, fat and hard pressing against her mons.
Two could play this game Nikita thought, and pushed forward, her splayed opening kissing his cockhead, until he growled--a combination of aggression and humor in the guttural sound.
Retaliating, Donnie thrust and pulled on her in one punctuated motion, burying himself almost all the way inside her with one shove. Now it was Nikita's turn to let out a cross between a grunt and a growl, which turned into a deep purring exhalation as he withdrew for two long seconds then sank back in his full length, opening her to his heat and urgency.
He was wise enough to hold her tight, pulling her to him then pushing forward as their comingled heat swallowed them both.
In a handful of heartbeats, Donnie's hips were rhythmically slapping into Nikita's rump as he thrust into her from behind. His hands stayed possessively on her hips, holding and guiding her where he wanted--pulling and pushing if she made to break free, or interfere with his stroke.
Nikita exalted in the varied angles of his thrusts; in the heat radiating off him both within her and behind her. She exalted in the strength of his hands, knowing she couldn't get away from him if she tried--not that she would. Off in the distance she heard herself, moaning, groaning hissing and cursing--all sounds of arousal that she was all too familiar with.
A newer form of arousal to her was his persistence in discovering her secret spots--those particular places that sent her sexual stimulation soaring.
He had just found a new one--his hand snaked from just below her ribcage rested briefly on her belly, and then made a series of small circles there. His other hand followed from the opposite side, venturing much lower, lingering over her mons before a finger glossed over her engorged clit causing Nikita to jerk upward.
Almost immediately another finger slipped in and out of her moistened cleft, causing her to hump back although her motions were somewhat contained by his thigh which impeded her overall movement.
Nikita turned her head as if to look over her shoulder, only to meet his face--his nose nuzzled her ear as his hands abandoned her lower extremities to cup and fondle both breasts. Nikita's excitement soared as Donnie rolled her oh so sensitive nipples in his expert fingers.
It crossed her mind that he seemed to know exactly how to turn her on and keep her turned on.
With a low growl that sent shivers up and down her spine, Donnie pulled her up until her back pressed against his solid, sweaty chest. Nikita's hands left the mattress, to feel his hands on her hips then to move almost in disbelief to the hands that were massaging her breasts. He's everywhere--how the fuck...?
Donnie sensed her emotions roiling, but held off their consummation a little longer. It will sweeten her climax and mine as well, he told himself as his tongue tasted the edge of fear, even panic, in the sweat of her neck--but only the edge. She did not recoil, nor did she grip him any tighter--except inside where a vice of wet heat squeezed his errant fingers when they returned to dip again into her aperture of bliss.
He was convinced her passion matched his own for her hot breath, heavy and labored, blew across his neck and ear; and her teeth grazed his earlobe, but didn't bite.
