The Complexx

She couldn't believe she was as nervous as a teenager on her first date. She was far from an innocent girl fresh out of high school. She hoped he had more control over his emotions than she did. As she was down, she leaned to her coffee table and snubbed her cigarette out. His face exhibited a small frown.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Does the smoke bother you?"

"Not really," he answered.

"I know. It's not good for me and I should stop. I can't really consider it a habit since I go days without smoking. It's only when-"

"You get excited or nervous?"

She looked down as she grinned. The glare from him let her know he knew what she was feeling. With the present circumstances, it was too late to turn back, and she didn't want to.

"Don't worry about me," he said. "I don't place judgment. But, since we're on the subject-"

He stood up, walked to her closet and reached into his coat pocket. He stayed at the closet as he cut the top of his cigar and lit it.

"Well, look at this," she said as he re-entered the room.

"If you don't mind," he said.

"Not at all. I love cigars."

He returned to her side on the sofa and continued to inhale his cigar. She rested her chin on her hand while she studied him with fascination. He took a puff and the turned to her. "Enjoying the view?" he asked.

"If you only knew," she replied.

He placed his cigar on the ash tray and turned back to her. "Maybe I don," he said as his finger glided along her neck. He watched her as she closed her eyes and allowed him to begin his exploration of her body. Her slow, steady breaths encouraged him to move beyond gentle touches of her throat.

He pulled the sash on her robe to untie it. The front fell open, exposing parts of her body to him. He opened her wrap slightly to allow further exposure of her breast. He moved closer to kiss her. As he did, she felt his hand move into her rope and cup her right breasts. His hold became firmer while he moved to the side of her face.

"What about your cigar?' she asked.

"What about it?" he said before licking the lobe of her ear.

"Aren't you worried it'll burn down?"

He slipped his other arm in her robe and wrapped it around her waist. He chewed and licked the inside of her ear until she gently pulled away from him.

"I've got more cigars," he said. "So, let it burn. And, stop acting like an innocent high school girl."

He pulled her against him. "Don't think about trying to get away from me," he added.

He tossed her robe completely open to see her soft, moist body. He made it a point to notice her rock hard nipples that stood straight out. "No" wasn't a word he would pay attention to. She was horny for him, no matter what she tried to say or do. It was too late to back out.

He rose up and straddled himself on top of her. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her. She felt his tongue encircle the inside of her mouth several times. Each time she felt it going deeper until she was sure it would go down her throat.

"There's a lot more where that came from," he said. "We haven even started."

His tongue started its trek on her throat and worked its way down to the cleavage of her breasts. He eased himself onto the floor, making sure her legs were apart, and he was still between them. He slid his hand along her pussy and he looked at her face. He appreciated that she shaved it clean for him. At least, that is what he allowed himself to believe. Both hands stroked her inner thighs and he continued to gaze at her face. Her head sat back and her mouth opened with groans of anticipation.

She wanted him, now, but he held back. He wanted revenge for the teasing and flirting and he would get that satisfaction now. He held her legs open as he softly blew on her sweet, wet lips. Her legs quivered in his hands, ensuring that his victory was within reach. His tongue flickered on her pussy until the words he waited for began to come from her mouth.

"Yes," she said. "Now. I-want it now."

He plunged his tongue into her and let out a sigh of pleasure. So hot and wet, it was almost too good to be true. She was conscience of every deep stroke that came from his talented tongue. She tried to hold his head, but he pushed her hands away. He still had not achieved his final goal, and he wouldn't allow her to feel satisfaction before that happened.

"No," he said. "Not until I get what I want." Again, he went down and ate her.

"Please," she said. "I need it now."

"Tell me what I want to hear."

"What?"

"You know. Say it."

He heard her moans as his tongue stroked her clit. Her face tightened with the driven lust to feel the massive strokes of his cock banging inside of her. "Please," she said with a begging voice, "don't do this. You're torturing me."

He heard her moans of lust turn to those that begged him to give her relief from this agonizing pain. Knowing she was near a frenzied state, he dropped his robe to the floor. He didn't work about satisfying her: he was hard and larger than what she needed. He pulled her to her fee, grabbed her ass, and pulled her against him. She grabbed the back of his neck before he could stop her.

"You have to take me now," she said. "I can't take this anymore. And you know it."

He smiled as he stroked the back of her thighs. She had felt enough torture and he made his point. He took her hand as the both walked into her bedroom. He walked into the room and pulled the comforter to the foot of the bed. She sat on the opposite side of the bed, reluctant to lie down. "Are you going to continue to tease me?" she asked.

"I'll stop if you do," he answered.

She gave him a puzzled look. "When have I ever teased you? She asked.

He walked next to her and took both of her hands into his. "Yesterday," he answered as he kissed her neck. "Today, and tomorrow."

Still holding her, he leaned against her to ease her body on the bed. "Don't worry, he whispered. "I won't hold it against you." By this time, he had wedged himself between her legs and forced her to straddle herself on his sides. He slid his fingers inside her, wanting to ensure she was ready for him. She was so wet, he was sure she would start dripping at any moment. H grabbed his cock and guided all of himself inside or her. He became more aroused when she gasped as he penetrated her. Difficult as it was to him, he became even harder as he rode her. He couldn't remember the last time he touched a pussy as tight as this one. She obviously never had children, he thought. He felt like he was screwing a twenty year old. He continued his strokes until he felt her body shiver from the orgasm and he too released himself inside of her. He stayed on top of her until both of them were breathing normally. He then eased himself next to her and laid on his back. He held her hand as he spoke to her: "Now that we're like this, you have no excuse. There's no reason to play games now, all right?"

"Yes," she replied.

"If you want me, you call. If I'm not working, I'll be here. Promise."

That was a promise she'd make sure he would uphold.