1 comments/ 24015 views/ 0 favorites Something Sweet By: WolfhoundMac Light skin powdered to paleness, her mouth a scarlet slash as her perfect teeth close around the last bit of whip cream, a trickle of cherry juice looking blood red against her napkin as it spills off the spoon. Only after closely her eyes, slowly running her tongue over her lips, and sighing does she speak. Her accent is eastern European; her way of finding fault, Russian to the core. "Back home, it is much better." A mischievous grin as she looks at me, her head tilted down but her eyes meeting mine through the curtain of her black bangs. "Back home, such a small piece would be for the children, and the old. We have appetites, you know?" I hoped I did. I thought I would be able to stretch her...appetite even further this evening. She leans forward, her smooth shoulders rounding slightly as she reaches to touch my sleeve. I light her cigarette, and marvel at how her pale skin and black hair have such an effect on me. I don't even smoke, but now I carry a lighter so I can light her cigarette whenever she asks, or hopefully, before. It is only in such moments, when she unconsciously takes her first lungful of smoke, that she is relaxed, at ease. A moment only, then it passes, and the mischief is back in her eyes. "Tell me, do Americans always do things in little pieces? I thought America was the land of Big Things, Big Ideas, Big Buildings, Big everything!? All I have seen here is little. Little deserts, little people, little ideas." She is teasing. We have just finished a long walk through a cold night away from a party, one that we didn't arrive at together, and shouldn't have left together. People will talk. On the walk, we talked of religion, of faith, of joy and of guilt. We skated the dangerous ice of morality while sitting down at the last open café in town, a small place with only a few tables. One that I had never seen before, but we saw as we crossed the street toward her apartment. We ordered something sweet, and now she smoked, and mocked the grand ideas I had brought up about the world and the universe around us. I tell her that it is not a question of big or little, but intensity, of intimacy, of savoring the little you have which is all the more sweet because it will not last long. Indeed, sometimes merely the anticipation of the last bite is more pleasure than the bite itself. She laughs at me, leans back, her silver earrings catching the light the same way as her eyes do. "And you," she asks, "do you have big appetites or are you a little man?" I smile at this, she knows the problem is that I am both. For all that we barely know each other, this contradiction has been evident in me from the beginning. What she doesn't know is that I always control which side of me gets to "come out and play" We leave, and she puts her arm through mine. This is bold, and a little daring. She knows about the other, indeed, has an "other" of her own, yet still, she puts her arm through mine and her perfume makes me dizzy. We have already begun another conversation about joy versus guilt, one that is spoken by our words and yet acted out by our fingers as they touch. Instead of her apartment, we stop at a park, where rustling branches of trees allow the wind to speak to us. On a bench we sit and watch the stars, and she tells me that men never understand detail, never see the little things. I tell her that maybe women never get the big picture, I teach her the expression "you don't see the forest for the trees". At this she laughs, gets up, and approaches an oak tree that is further in the shadows. "You mean a tree like this one?" I follow her to the tree, we can still see the stars but the streetlights are hidden, the passing cars just an addition to the breeze. It begins as always, a hesitant kiss on the forehead, something that can just as easily be a stroke of affection as a gesture of things to come. When she presses against me, I begin to show her what kind of appetite I can have. Her legs are around me, hips grinding through clothing as I press her into the tree for support. I am at her neck (no marks is the unspoken rule), her hair, her lips. A small sound of protest turning to pleasure as I bite the inside of her lip. No marks, but she'll remember me in the morning as she takes her first sip of the scalding hot coffee she drinks at breakfast. She holds my head to her now naked breast, and this is where the first blood is drawn, a place that is hidden from everybody, from every "other". She tries to push me away when she feels my teeth on the soft skin below her nipple, that secret place where the breast meets the rib cage. It is there that my teeth meet through her skin, and the pressure of me against her forces her hands up, around my neck, and what was an attempt to stop me becomes an urgency for me to continue. I turn her around, shoving her face into the soft moss that covers the trunk. My hand pushes her skirt to her waist, and, before she can say anything, I have to fingers pressed deep inside her tunnel, which I can feel beginning to contract with pleasure. She gasps as I slip my thumb into her other hole, and I can feel the pressure of my other fingers across a wall of flesh. She cries out, a small sound lost in the breeze, and Russian phrases tumble out of her mouth. Because she has put her hand over mine and pressed me deeper into her, I have no problem with the translation. Her dark hair reflects the starlight, and her pale skin is hot under me free hand as I bring a stinging slap to her left cheek. She stiffens, then grinds against me harder; another slap, and she is moving faster. I can feel her juices covering my hand. It even feels like her tight circle is lubricating, my thumb is deep inside there, clenched by her tight muscles but able to move inside her. A third slap, and she gasps again, wordlessly. Her orgasm sends another gush over my fingers, I grab her head and I wipe my hands on her hair, she will have the scent of her own pleasure around her for days. For a moment or an eternity, we are still: she against the tree, gently sucking a finger I have put in her mouth; me against her, supporting her and covering her from the cold. At last she gently moves a hand behind her to stroke me through the stiff fabric of my jeans. I open my zipper, and she rubs her girl-cum on my staff. She holds it, turns her head so she can whisper to me "Something sweet..." and she slowly presses back onto me, her cheeks parting and a momentary resistance, and then I am in her deeply, her other tunnel, tight and unexplored this way. My early movements had relaxed the muscles enough to allow me to thrust into her without too much pain, but when she gives a sharp gasp I drive in harder. My appetite is nearly filled, but she is what has to be consumed, consumed in her own sensation. With both hands free, I move her out from the tree so I can stroke her breasts. Her nipples are long, and stiff from the cold and her own orgasm; on my next thrust, I pinch her hard, and am rewarded with another cry of pain. I squeeze harder, as if I am milking her like the animal I am making her into, while I shove in and out of her back door. Soon, another orgasm rips through her, muscles contract around me, and I explode into her, so deep I can't imagine where it is all going,,.only up into her. Too soon, we are unlinking in front of her apartment and she will call when she comes back from Russia. Her breath is like honey and musk when she pulls me to her, mindful of watching eyes, and whispers "When I come back, we'll go out again, for something sweet..." Something Sweet She stood in the kitchen baking. The room was filled with smells of vanilla and cinnamon. He slowly moved towards her gently leaning into her. He peeked over her shoulder to see what she was making. Her skin electrified as his hard chest rubbed against her back. She was startled by his presence but his warm breathe on her neck sent shivers through her. She held her breathe. He slowly slid his arms around her. She could feel the strength in his arms as he held her for a moment, "what you making?" he asked. She responded through shorten breathe, "something sweet for you". His lips lingered on her neck gently breathing warm moist air. Her senses tingled and her heart fluttered as he turned her slowly towards him. Their eyes met, he could smell the cinnamon on her breathe as he had been watching her earlier licking her fingers as a taste test. He was so aroused just watching her, her sliding her fingers in her mouth and sucking ever so slowly until there was nothing left. He couldn't resist, he had to have a taste. He licked her lips moistening them, tasting them. Her emotions were awaken, she melted in his arms, wanting so much more. He pulled her into him, swirling his tongue around her lips and probing her mouth. His hands moved from the small of her back up between her shoulders pulling her into him. She kissed him back, moving her tongue with his and slowly sucking on it as he retreated back. She opened her eyes to find him staring into hers, she continued to suck slowly moving from his tongue to his lip. She could feel his heart beating through his tight shirt, his chest heaving and his breathe rapid. She knew what he wanted and she knew what she would give him. He moved his lips along her neck, licking, breathing, sucking down to her shoulders while moving his hands up her sides to her breasts. Her breathing became rapid, her insides were on fire and she could feel the moistness starting. She lifted her head back pushing him slightly away from her. He looked at her with surprise thinking he had made a mistake. She saw his concern, she tilted her head, her eyes glistening she stared at him and grinned. She gently leaned into him taking him by surprise, making him step back until he rested against the adjacent counter. Not taking her eyes off of him she kissed him passionately feeling his cock harden beneath his jeans as she pressed her body into him. Her body tingled, her heart raced and she could feel her nipples harden beneath her t-shirt. She wanted his hands on her, around her, in her, but she wanted to taste him and couldn't wait for him to make his move. Her hands made their way down his chest to his waist, fumbling with the button of his jeans as she kissed his neck. Her breathe was hot, her lips were moist. She lingered on his neck line, moving to his ear her breathe was rapid as she whispered, "I want to taste you." His eyes widened, his body tensed. He pulled her into him and kissed her deeply. She unbuttoned his pants letting his erection fall from their restraints. Moving her hands over the bulge of his pants squeezing gently on his balls, caressing his shaft as she began to suck gently on his tongue. She pulled herself away from him slowly making her way down his body lifting his shirt as she went. He followed her lead and removed his shirt. Trailing her tongue down his chest, caressing her lips on his abs and following his treasure line to his hips. Sucking gently on his hips, his groin. Her cheek gently caressed his cock as she moved down sending sensations through him making him moan. She grinned, knowing she was pleasing him. Her hands moved over his ass grabbing him by the inner thigh and pushing him closer to her. Lifting her head slightly, looking up at him as he looked down. His eyes so intense, his face to concentrated on the feelings she was creating in him. She grinned and slid his pants down to the floor. Slowly she moved her hands up his legs. The calf, the thigh, trailing her nails as she went. Taking time to kiss every inch of his hips, glancing at him to make sure he wanted more. Moving her hands up his inner thigh resting them on his bag, gently massaging them as she made her way from his hips. Tenderly running her tongue over his bag caressing and moving her hands over his hardened cock. He moans wanting so much more but not wanting to rush such a feeling. She lifts her tongue off of him. Hovering above his skin she breathes gently moving over his cock, his balls slowly letting the hot air surround him. The cool kitchen air send chills through him yet making the sensation more intense. He sighs as his head spins with the electric feeling that she is causing. She widens her mouth hovering and sliding down his hard throbbing cock but not touching him. Teasing him with pleasure yet to come. She feels him throb in her mouth. Withdrawing her mouth she moves to the base of his cock, still massaging his balls she trickles her tongue up the side of his hardness. She can feel him pulsing. Repeating this on all sides, slowly moistening his member as she goes. Landing at the tip, flicking it gently, tasting him, she moans. The sweetness sends her taste buds wild. She looks up to him amused that he is watching her. She widens her mouth taking him deep in her mouth but not touching him until she reaches the base. Then clasping him with her lips slowly moving upwards sucking and licking gently as she goes. Milking him making him give her the taste she wants so bad. Her hands follow her mouth stroking him, squeezing him, he moans with pleasure. Repeatedly she continues taking him into her mouth, sucking gently, caressing, pleasing him. He moans as he grabs her head thrusting her head down on his cock tightening his fingers in her hair. Her insides are on fire her pussy is so wet she can feel the moistness in her pants. She moans sending vibrations through him. She takes him deeper than she ever has, holding him there, sucking and swirling her tongue feeling him pulse in her mouth. Moaning to his rhythm. She knows he is close she can feel his pulse on her tongue she pulls back looking into his eyes. His eyes are glazed with pleasure he cannot concentrate on anything more than the way she makes him feel. She moves herself to begin kissing and sucking on his balls, stroking his cock while she does. Bobbing her head massaging him with her chin as she continues to stroke his cock. She stops to wet her hand with her spit, smiling at him her eyes saying "cum for me". She returns to his balls licking, sucking, caressing as she strokes him faster, harder, tighter. He throws his head back moaning and moving with the motions. She moves her lips below his bag, sucking, pushing and licking while she heats his cock with her hand. He moans and cries out in ecstasy. He begins to flow and his juices fall on her face she moves up his cock to taste, moaning as she moves. he tastes so good. He begins to relax as she continues to lick him and taste him until there is nothing left. her mouth tingles with his juice as she looks up at him and smiles knowing he has felt pleasure.