"We should have been doing this a long time ago," I said to Kristel as she kneeled there, my balls cradled gently in her hand. "Why weren't we?"
"I don't know." She withdrew her hand and cast her eyes down at the carpet. "I mean...it was just...I didn't think it would have been right. I still don't know why I'm doing it, but I...I needed you."
She brought her gaze back to mine and I could see the fire of her passion seething and boiling in the depths of her azure eyes. She had not yet been satisfied. Her thirst for sex could not be quenched by anything so trivial as masturbation now. Kristel was in desperate need of fucking.
"I can't explain it but I... I want you to take me now. Please." She got to her feet and stood before me. Her body trembled with the strength of her desire. "For tonight, I am completely yours." She brought her hand up to the thin blue spaghetti strap of the dress and began to slip it over the soft curve of her shoulder.
"Stop." I said.
Kristel's face took on a panicked look. "But I thought–."
"Let's take this into your bedroom," I interrupted. Her face instantly relaxed and she put the strap back in place. "Okay," she said with a relieved smile.
I had more then one reason for doing that. One, I just thought it would be more comfortable; Two, she had a queen size bed, I had only a single and three, the leather couch was making my ass sweat. Plus, I was going to be doing the honor of taking her dress off. I'd been thinking about it for months and I was not about to be denied.
She turned and walked away, her ass jiggling. This time I knew she wasn't wearing any panties. I stared, I couldn't help it. Here was a woman who was mine in anyway I desired and all I could do was stare at her ass. Maybe I was an ass-man. Kristel got to her door and glanced back to me. "Coming?" she inquired.
"On my way."
I felt like a moron walking around the house half naked. I still had my shirt, socks and shoes on. We hadn't taken the time remove them, Kristel had just pulled the shorts and boxers off over my shoes. She couldn't be bothered with such mundane details at a time like that. I kicked the shoes off on the way and started to unbutton my shirt and pull it off as I approached her door.
Kristel gave me a sexy grin and walked just ahead of me into the room. The smell of her exploits still hung heavy in the air. The scent made my dick twitch. I watched her as she approached the bed and turned to face me. Her eyes traversed the length my now nude body. She paused for a moment over my crotch, eyeing my half-hard dick with a look of hunger.
Kristel brought her eyes back up to mine and with a merry twinkle said, "I've never fucked a guy while he was still wearing his socks. Kinky."
Shit. Nude except my socks.
"Oops." I said and quickly pulled them off accompanied by her playful giggle.
All playing aside now, I crossed the distance between us and stood just inches from her. Her face grew serious as she stared up at me, need playing across her graceful features. Christ, she was so tiny. She barely came up to my neck. Such a delicate thing, like a flower still heavy with morning dew, the droplets shimmering in the newborn light.
I had an attack of conscience just then, staring into the fierce softness of her eyes. Eyes that looked at me with such longing. Despite what she was asking, it was I who was making her ask. She had absolutely no choice in the matter and she didn't even know it. She admitted to me in the living room that she didn't know why she was doing this. Still, here she was offering herself to me. I wanted her. I wanted her so bad it was an ache in the pit of my stomach but I was stung with the realization that if not for my tampering she would never have come to me.
"Kristel I..." I didn't know what to say. What could I say.
She saw the shadow of doubt as it moved over my face and stepped in to close the small gap between us, not saying a word. I was overcome by the smell of her body. The scent of her rolled through me. Sex, flowers and spring mornings after the rain. Pure and overpowering. It invaded my senses, alive with immoral intent, and laid waste to the guilt that was still residing within me. She wasn't the only one without a choice now.
The smell of a woman has always been so important to me, even before the powers. Not the perfume, or the body washes or lotions, none of that fruity shit, but the pure animal smell that is woman. It's like a drug. If it's wrong then it's a total turn-off and there will never be a chance with whoever it is. I don't care if Elizabeth Hurley comes crawling on all fours, naked and covered in honey, begging to be fucked. If she smells wrong it will never happen. I inhaled the perfume of her body and my will crumbled to dust.
I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around gently. She cast a questioning look back at me but obeyed without comment. I brought my hands up and placed them on either side of her neck and slowly caressed downward to her shoulders and on down the bare skin of her arms. She let out a sigh. I leaned in and placed a kiss right on the hairline on the back of her neck and felt her body shudder and break out in goose bumps under my hands. I moved down an inch or so and kissed her again, this time licking it with my tongue the instant before closing my lips over her skin. She was like strawberries dipped in lust. I craved her as the addict craves the high.
"Oh god Stephen..." she said, barely a whisper.
My hands wrapped her waist and pulled her tight against me, my dick pressed hard and flat against her back, while I took her earlobe in my mouth and nibbled it. Her body shuddered from head to toe and she let out a quivering sigh. I slid my hands serpentine up her stomach and cupped the fullness of her breasts in each hand, squeezing gently as I kissed down her jaw line. Her hands were on my arms and she dug her nails in. She pushed her chest out into my hands and I responded by pinching her nipples lightly through the fabric.
"Stephen...Mmm...fuck me. Please," she pleaded in a breathy voice. "Don't tease me."
I pulled back from her and brought my hands back to her shoulders, sliding my thumbs over her shoulder blades like I was about to give her a massage. Instead I moved them to the outside of the straps on the dress and, hooking them, began to pull them gently outward and over her shoulders. She let her hands drop to her sides and once the straps were away from her shoulders I released them and watched spellbound as the dress slipped free of her and crumpled to the floor in a circle of blue cloth at her feet.
My eyes traveled the length of her body taking in every detail. From her delicate ankles, up the firm lines of her muscled calves, the hollow at the back of her knees and up her firm thighs. From there over the generous curves of her ass and through the small of her back. I rode the river of her spine to where her shoulder blades moved under her skin and reveled in creamy perfection of her. Her body was lithe and firm, a dancers body.
"You are...amazing." I said, transfixed by the vision before me. She was mine.
I guided her around to face me and brought a hand up to cup her jaw, my thumb tracing a line along her cheek. I could almost do nothing else but look at her. She was like a thing of precious beauty that you don't want to dirty by touching it. Suddenly she brought her arms up to cover her breasts and looked away, breaking the spell.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"The way you're looking at me," she said. "I've never had anyone look at me like that. It's like...like you can really see me."
