She reached for him, needing to touch the prize she wanted, and for a minute he let her stroke and squeeze him before pulling away from her.
"No, love. Tonight is just for you. I only want to give you pleasure, to make you come, to make you happy."
"But what about you?" she wondered in a cracked voice. "I want to touch you, too."
"And I promise you next time you will, okay? But just let me be selfish tonight and enjoy making you come over and over. Please!"
He nudged her legs wider and sent three fingers up, opening her up, preparing her for his invasion. And while he finger fucked her, he speared her mouth with his tongue. She rolled her hips and moaned into his mouth as her passion rose again, and his fingers stroked that sweet spot inside her, leading her closer to the edge of bliss. She felt a fire raging out of control around the walls of her pussy, and felt them swell. She was so aroused, she could hardly think, and she was still trying to keep her eyes open so he could know how it felt to have his fingers sliding in and out of her, touching her g-spot, winding her up, burning her up with passion and desire. His fingers went faster and with his other hand, he stroked her clit and growled,
"Come for me again, baby! Come now!"
Dawn's hips rotated wildly as she came again, and he kept fucking her till the last spasm squeezed his fingers.
"I can't wait any longer, Dawn!" he grunted, covering her body and thrusting his cock into her soaking depths. He seated himself till his balls touched her bottom, and then he didn't move. He waited, driving Dawn crazy. She twisted and rolled and heaved under him, feeling him jerk inside her. She growled when he still didn't move, and bit his nipple. He groaned, and pulled his cock almost all the way out. She protested when only the head remained inside her, and when he plunged back in, she squealed with delight. He withdrew again, teasing her, teasing himself, and thrust back in.
"Please, oh please, Scott..." she begged him.
"Please what, baby? Tell me!"
"Fuck me! Now!" She bit him again, completely out of control, and he growled and began a hard, deep, wild fucking, his hips rising and falling as he slammed her into the mattress. Their flesh slapped together, their hips joining with each thrust, their breaths coming in faster gasps.
"Open your eyes, love. See who it is who's making love to you, who's showing you passion. Look at me while I gut you the way you're gutting me!"
His voice was harsh with the strength of his emotions, and he fucked her harder, faster, wilder, making her feel him everywhere inside her. Her walls gripped him, feeling him jerk, feeling his head stroke her sweet spot, feeling the steel of him drill her and stroke her and burn her. His rod was so delicious, she could taste him, and she squeezed him hard each time he pulled back, welcoming him when he thrust in.
"Oh God, Dawn, look at me!" When Dawn dragged her eyes to his face, he groaned and bent his head to her mouth, kissing her wildly, eyes on hers, hips pumping her, hugging her close as he rode her. It felt so good, tears washed her eyes, and he licked them away, riding her faster and deeper.
"Come with me now, baby! Come now!" he growled, plunging into her soaking depths. She felt herself spilling cream around his pistoning shaft, and she fucked him back, wildly thrusting her hips against his, hungry for him more than she could explain. She ate his mouth, sucking on his tongue and making him groan.
The orgasm rolled over them, swallowing them in its fire. They both cried out, gasping at the sunburst of feeling that welded them together, driving their hips to milk each other of every drop of cum. When the last waves subsided, Scott collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close, squeezing his cock inside her, still hungry, still aching, still needy. More tears slipped beneath her now lowered lashes. She knew she would never be the same again. He tried to roll off her, but she held him still, not wanting to break the physical connection, not wanting to let him out of her body.
"Stay with me, Scott, please!" she begged.
"Baby, I'll kill you," he answered her, laughing softly.
"Then kill me, but don't go, please!" She reached up to kiss his mouth, and rolled her hips, wishing she could wake him up. He wasn't totally dead, and she wanted to bring him back to hard, pulsing life inside her, so he could pleasure her again and again, and fuck her into mindless oblivion.
"I want you so badly, love," he said, resting his weight on his arms but staying between her legs, feeling his cock stir inside her. He bent to kiss her, and stroked her nipples as he sucked her tongue, winding her up again, and feeling himself harden as she gasped beneath his touch. He knew he could go longer this second time, and since he was already still half inside her, he let his erection grow while he attended to bringing her more pleasure.
He rolled with her so she was on top, and pulled her head down for another kiss before releasing her so he could suck her nipples into his mouth. Each little bud was licked, and suckled, and teased with sharp nips, before he slid back up to capture her lips again. And as he kissed and loved her breasts, his thumbs stroked her clit and fondled the lips of her sex, making her grind her hips against him, which only made him grow harder.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked, stroking her clit faster.
"Oh...oh yes!" She could barely find breath to answer him. "Oh God, yessss!" She began to ride him, circling her hips over his raging-again erection, pumping him, raising and lowering her pussy over his swollen cock. The ache was exquisite, the pleasure extreme. They groaned into each other's mouths as she rode him, and when she tired, he grasped her hips and pulled her down to meet his thrusts up into the core of her. He rammed into her, and she slammed down on him, over and over, fucking like wild creatures who had not yet been sated.
"Fuck, yeah!" he cried as she sped up and wailed in an agony of pleasure, imploring him to make her come. They rode each other hard, mindless now except for the driving need to fall over the edge together. When the wave hit, Dawn screamed his name and fell over him, still riding him hard. Scott shouted his completion, fucking into her uncontrollably, gasping when the last jets of his semen shot into her convulsing vagina.
They held onto each other, trying to catch their breaths, sated and shocked at what had just happened. Dawn had come four times, and she still felt wide awake, the tingling in her pussy telling her she could go another round if Scott made her. Scott was without a doubt the best lover she had ever had, and she was afraid she would become addicted to his loving and not be able to let him go when he was ready to leave her. She held him to her a moment more, and then felt him move to her side, and draw her to spoon against his chest, his arm under her breasts a possessive weight.
"You okay?" Scott's voice was husky and warm with emotion. He kissed her damp temple, brushing the hair away from it.
"Yes, I'm fine," she answered, smiling at how very okay she felt. She pushed away the troubling thoughts of a moment ago, and basked in the afterglow. "You?"
She felt his chuckle along her spine and smiled when he said, "Never better, baby!"
"We should take a shower," he said into the damp curls by her ears. "Come on, I'll get you started."
He pulled her up with him as he spoke and walked her to the bathroom. "You can use this towel and washrag. I just changed them this morning," he said, pointing to a deep red towel set on the rack. "I'll get you something to put on."
"Are you going to join me?" she asked, watching him from under lowered lashes.
Scott turned back to her, his cock at half-mast again, and said, "Since you ask so nicely, of course!"
He smiled and walked away, leaving her to set the temperature and step in to soak away the soreness of the past hours' sexual excesses. Just when she was about to call out to him to ask what was the holdup, he pushed the door and stepped in behind her. Closing the door, he reached around her to hug her close, loving the weight of her breasts in his hands, the feel of her belly under his palm, the silky smoothness of her pussy lips under his fingertips.
"You're insatiable, aren't you?" she asked laughingly.
"For you, yes!" was his instant reply. "But I know you must be tired, and you've given your arm quite a workout tonight. So as your physician I must insist that you finish your shower, and get some sleep."
Without waiting for a reply, he soaped the cloth and washed her tenderly, not letting her do anything but wash her pussy, which was throbbing for need of him again. When she hissed as she washed it, he groaned and leaned in to steal a kiss. It was quick and deep and hot, and over much too soon, but he seemed determined not to take her again before she slept. When she went to take the rag from him to return the favor, he raised it above his head.
"No, baby! Not tonight. I'm serious that you need to sleep." She pouted and he smiled and sucked her lips into his mouth. "Go on, dry off. I've left you a T-shirt to put on. I'll be out in a jiffy, okay?"
He pushed her gently out of the shower stall and closed the door firmly between them, resisting the urge to palm his cock and relieve the ache building in it again. He had his woman now, and it would always be hers to relieve. He hurried through his shower and dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his middle and stalking back into his bedroom. Dawn was sitting up in bed, the clean sheet he had put on draped over her knees, reading the book he had on his side table. He snagged a pair of boxer briefs from his drawer and put them on before joining her on the bed.
"You have very interesting taste in reading," she said, smiling. "Are you done with this one?"
"No, but if you like what you've read, you need to start at the beginning, which is three books before this one. If you like, I can give you the first three to take home with you."
