2 comments/ 20371 views/ 2 favorites Late-night Encounter Ch. 2 By: BoobsNBrains This is the second installment of what will probably be a three-part story entitled “Late-night Encounter.” I suggest you read the first part before moving on to this one…it just makes more sense that way. ***** “Oh?” I purred. “And just what do you plan to do to me?” He didn’t speak a word—just slowly slid his hands into the elastic waistband of my pale blue boxers and began easing them down, gently, over the curve of my hips. He paused for a moment and cupped my bottom in his hands, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze before he continued his downward journey. My goose bumps were rampant now, the electricity of finally being in his arms combining with the chill in the air to send each nerve ending to a new realm of pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed now, his head resting in the hollow between my breasts. He lingered there a moment, breathing deeply. When he looked back up and caught my eyes, he half-whispered, half-growled, “I love the scent of you.” I didn’t know if he was referring to my perfume or the musky smell of wanton hunger emanating from between my thighs…but I didn’t dare interrupt him to ask for clarification, only smiled knowingly. I drew in a quick breath as his lips brushed an erect nipple, became lost in the velvet kisses he began randomly planting on my chest, my belly, the curve of my waist. His lips were like the softest down, caressing my body with their exquisite touch. Again and again his hands roamed over my melting body, tightly hugging every curve, leaving no spot untouched, unfulfilled. His feathery kisses grew more urgent as he explored. Just as I was growing accustomed to his sweet manipulation, he altered his pace and began kissing me harder, nibbling my aching nipples, gliding his hot tongue up, up, up and tracing the cleft of my collarbone. I angled my head to the side, my raven tresses falling away to expose the smooth skin of my neck. The nibbling grew more insistent, more demanding, and soon he was opening his mouth wider to wrap his teeth around the graceful arc where neck becomes shoulder. My breath caught as I waited for the pain…but the pain didn’t come. No, what came instead was this delicious pressure…he was pushing his teeth into my delicate skin, but refrained from applying enough pressure to hurt me. The sensation traveled through my body, it seemed, and centered in my core. In that instant, all the vampire lore I’d read through the years, the works of Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, and others, rushed to mind, and I knew then the swoon they had so beautifully depicted with their words. That feeling of wanting, needing to be taken by another being and utterly devoured, surged through my veins. I was going to give myself over to this man and let him have his way with me, regardless of the level of debauchery to which I sank. He worked his jaw harder, grinding the tips of his teeth into my tender flesh, yet still I felt no pain. All I felt was his touch, his strong hands roving, exploring, taking in every nuance of my supple, tanned skin. Suddenly, he stopped. He backed slowly away from me, putting about three feet between us. “You’re not going to back out on me now, are you?” I grew immediately nervous that he’d had his fun and was prepared to send me home wet, shivering, and needing more. Again he stepped backward. “Steve? You’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” His hands were clasped in front of his still erect cock; he tilted his head to the side and simply stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. “How a man could allow a woman like you to get out of his sight for a minute…let alone send you off in the middle of the night to be with another man…is beyond me.” “He didn’t exactly shove me out the door.” “Well, he’s a nut. If you were mine, I wouldn’t give you time to think about another man.” “Shhhh,” I whispered. “I am yours…for tonight. Now come here.” In an instant he had me in his arms and was kissing me deeply, running his fingers through my hair, holding my face in his hands, pausing every few seconds to look into my eyes. Again, he stopped. “What?” I practically screamed. “You’re driving me insane here; what’s the problem now?” “Oh, there’s no problem. I just wanted to look at you again.” I turned and flopped onto his bed, facedown. “Is that an invitation for me to kiss your ass?” he laughed. I turned around and pretended to zip my lips, an indication that I wasn’t going to say anything else. “The silent treatment, huh? We’ll see how long you can keep quiet.” He left the room, and I wondered if I’d been too sassy for his taste. After all, I did come to him, against his wishes. There were certainly no laws that said he had to please me just because I had brought him off with my mouth. I was lulled for a moment by the serenade of a cricket outside the window, and just as I was thinking that I should probably get my clothes and just go on home, I felt the first drop of cold hit me in the small of my back. I turned to see him standing above me, ice cube in hand, wearing the most deliciously wicked grin I had ever witnessed. “All right, princess, let’s just see how long it takes you to break that vow of silence.” I put down my head and waited. Strong but gentle hands parted my thighs from behind. I heard ice settling in the glass bowl he’d brought in, and I wondered what he had in store for me. He moved in and put a knee down between my legs, and I felt the heat from his body as he hovered over me for a moment. “Don’t jump,” he instructed, just before he ran an ice cube down the length of my spine. I stiffened, straining not to move too much. He stopped when he reached the cleft of by bottom, and once again I heard the sound of the ice as he returned the cube to the bowl. The chill in the room made me even more aware of the icy wetness on my back. The cold was replaced by heat as he began lapping up the trail of water the ice had left on my skin. His tongue seemed unbelievably hot as it danced, darted, flicked, sending my nerve endings to another realm of pleasure as extreme cold gave way to the warmth of human touch. He used his knee to edge my legs apart a bit further, further again, and once more until I was lying there under him, spread wide, juices flowing uncontrollably, soaking his sheets. The hair on his muscled thigh tickled the back of my knee, and as I tried to evade that sensation, I realized that the only direction I could move my leg was further away from the other one. I did so, and he took the gesture as an act of impatience on my part. “Ooh…anxious, are we?” “Well, actually…Oh!” I gasped, stopping mid-sentence as I felt the ice once again, this time running over the curve of my rear and down, down, down, teasing my inner thighs, skirting the edges of my outer lips, getting closer, moving in, and then sliding away again, making me wild with anticipation. I arched my back a little, angling my ass up just enough to give him easier access once he decided to stop his sweet torture, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of the invitation. He slipped the ice cube between my folds and quickly drew it back and up, leaving an icy road from clit to pucker. I drew in a quick breath and held it, expecting him to do it again. “You talked. I win,” he chuckled. “Now I get to have my way with you.” I just nodded, attempting to revert back to my game of “dead dinosaur.” He pulled me by the waist and guided me with his hands until my knees were on the edge of the bed, and then he lifted my rear to the perfect position. He stood, then, and I felt his cock head rubbing lightly against my outer lips. I moaned as the heat from his tool caressed my sensitive skin, and waited with great expectancy for him to ease it into me. Instead, he knelt and, prying my ass cheeks far apart, impaled me on his tongue. He shoved it as far as he could into my tingling snatch and began lapping at me from the inside, taking great care not to leave any spot untouched. Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew, and I arched backward as he went, my ass following his searing tongue. My position gave him complete access to me, and he took the opportunity to examine every fold of me with his mouth. He flicked his tongue across my clit and I gasped. My level of anticipation was so high that the slightest urging was bound to send me over the edge. Enjoying my reaction to his maneuver, he did it again. I moaned loudly, expressing my desire in that language incoherent to all but those engaged in the act, stringing together sounds that make absolutely no sense outside the bedroom. He continued ministrations with his tongue, flicking my clit, sucking it into his mouth just as I had done the head of his cock. He backed off for just a second, and suddenly, without warning, I felt two thick fingers delve past my parted lips and into my dripping box. He slid them in quickly, to the hilt, and resumed work with his tongue, etching a work of art over and around my engorged mound. He worked them deftly inside me, homing in on my sweet spot in an instant, curling them down to further exploit the wave of pleasure which already held me captive. “Mmmmmm…yes. Right there, baby,” I urged. I bucked against him as he started plunging his fingers into me at a steady pace. He sucked harder at my clit, tapping his tongue against the very tip of it, beating it like a drum. His tongue and fingers beat a steady rhythm, and the melody he was producing in me was about to reach a fevered pitch. “I want you to come on my face.” No sooner did he speak the words than I felt the first twinge, deep inside my core, like a stone breaking the surface of a pristine pond. Another flick of his tongue made the tiny ripple extend beyond the epicenter. I jerked just a bit, moaned again, and he knew I was there. He worked his fingers as deeply into me as he possibly could, ramming them inside me repeatedly. The pleasure began to overtake my body now, as my orgasm radiated outward and traveled through every particle of my being. I was aware of nothing but that feeling, the tide rising in me, threatening to drown me in pure pleasure. The familiar tingling sensation grew more intense, fully occupying my body until, finally, it hit me like an earthquake. I shook, I quivered, and I screamed as the convulsions overtook my pussy, the spasms squeezing his fingers tightly and locking them in place. At that instant, a torrent of fluid came rushing out of me, and he gasped as his hand and his face were drenched with my essence. “Holy shit! This is amazing!” I was glad he had experienced first-hand my recently discovered “talent.” He continued lapping at my clit, sucking the delectable nectar from me as the waves of gratification continued to surge through me. With every flick of his tongue, I squirmed and twitched, almost trying to get away, yet not quite wanting to. The sensation was still too intense, my nerve endings still raw from the power of the forceful orgasm that had just stunned my body. “No more! Please!” I begged. Finally, he stopped touching me and I was able to breathe again. I lay there for a minute, ass in the air, juices sluicing down my pussy lips and down my leg. He dragged a finger up from my knee just to the edge of my outer lips, gathering my potion as he went. I turned just in time to see him bring it to his mouth and lick off every drop. My pussy twitched once more and was still. I rolled over to my side, and he lay next to me, a subtle smile playing across his lips. His smile widened, and he stifled a chuckle. I raised an eyebrow in question, and he burst out laughing. I was on the verge of being offended, so I asked, “What could possibly be funny about this moment?” “Nothing really,” he managed between spurts of laughter. “It’s just that, when I told you to come on my face, I had no idea you actually would!” I joined in his laughter, then, and replied, “Hey, call me multi-talented!” …to be continued…again Late-night Encounter Ch. 3 We lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of what had just taken place. He continued the soft caresses, tracing a finger along my silhouette, following every curve and arc with his eyes. I felt he was making a mental map of my body, committing every inch of me to memory. I moved in closer again, longing to feel once again the heat of his lips on mine. Our tongues danced a graceful ballet, each of us anticipating the other’s next move. The chill of the room dissolved, giving way to the comforting thaw of body heat as our kisses became more frenzied and urgent. His hands roamed my body freely, carefully exploring every inch as if he would later be asked to testify in court. I moaned in anticipation as my hand found his cock again; it was already hard as steel and begging for more attention. He traveled from my lips to my ear, soft nibbles and heavy breathing making that fire inside me grow even more intense. Once more, he transferred his attention…this time focusing on my left nipple. He sucked until it hurt, then sucked some more. Just when I thought he was finished, he began grinding his teeth into my flesh, the friction on my sensitive nub driving me positively insane. All the while, I was stroking his raging erection slowly, marveling at the fact that he was ready again so soon. I gasped as he pushed my legs apart and plunged two fingers inside my waiting hole. He worked them expertly inside me, turning and twisting and pushing and curling until I could take no more. “Steve, stop.” His eyes grew wide. “Stop…why? I thought this was what you wanted.” “No…” I paused for dramatic effect. “This is what I want,” giving his cock an extra firm squeeze for emphasis. He smiled again and I thought briefly of the first time I’d seen his smile, how I’d been totally captivated even though he was unaware of my gaze. “You are quite the vixen, aren’t you?” That throaty growl as he rose to cover my body with his was the proverbial straw that broke the poor camel’s back. I had to have him inside me that moment or I knew I would implode and simply cease to exist. I hurriedly tried to guide his throbbing helmet to my drenched lips, but he stopped short and wouldn’t budge a muscle until I relented and let go. He was going to toy with me and I was sure that my demise would wind up in the oddity section of the obituaries. “Oh, look, dear, some poor woman died because her lover wouldn’t fuck her quickly enough.” “Just let it happen. I have good aim.” He winked at me and I groaned my displeasure at being made to wait a second more. He nudged the thick head past my outer lips and started grinding his hips just enough to increase the pressure on my clit. The feeling was delicious, my already screaming nerve endings going into high gear…but I wanted more. If I pushed against him and tried to force his rod further, he stopped and pulled back. He was thriving on my want, my need, my absolute hunger for his cock. It was obvious that he hadn’t enjoyed attention this intense being paid him for some time, and he was eating up every moment. Finally, I gave up. I was still. I relaxed my hips and let my knees fall to the bed. The next move was his to make…and move he did. After all the dalliance, all the toying with me, he rammed his cock home and stopped, waiting for a moment to gauge my reaction. My eyes grew wide as my pussy stretched to accommodate his thick tool. I must have grimaced a little at the feel of all that meat sliding into me so quickly, because he grinned and asked whether I’d gotten more than I’d expected. My response was a slow, but deliberate, push of my hips against his. He didn’t withdraw for a few moments, content to merely grind against me; the head of his cock seemed to be trying to gain access to my womb. Once I recovered from the initial shock, I relaxed again and he started his performance, working his magic on me as surely as Houdini ever worked a crowd. Each movement was that indescribable euphoria elicited by the deadly mixture of pleasure and pain. It felt utterly amazing to be filled so completely, but at the same time, the sheer girth of his cock caused more than just a little discomfort. I didn’t care. I was determined to give this man the fuck of his life. I wrapped my legs around his waist and angled my hips so that he had total access to my drenched pussy. It was almost as if I were trying to climb his body. He braced his arms on the bed and locked his cock into place, and I thrust my pelvis into him, riding him just as surely as if I were the one on top. It didn’t take long for me to feel the tingling sensation begin to rise in me. I knew that, with just a few more thrusts, I’d start to feel that delicious tightening of impending orgasm. I started working against him harder, pushing him further and further into me with every thrust of our hips. Then, a tickle...that almost imperceptible twinge that lets a woman know her lover is in precisely THE right spot. “Oh, yes…right there,” I whispered into his ear. Still pumping into me, he asked if I was close. A barely audible “Mmhmmm” was all I could muster. My breathing was heavy, I was concentrating on the wonderful feel of that glorious cock inside me…and he stopped moving. My eyes flew open and I glared at him in the dark, certain that, if I could shoot lasers out of my eyes, he’d be a charred piece of toast right about then. “What now?” I asked, the irritation in my voice evident. “Just wait; you’ll see. Are you still on the brink?” “Uh, no! If I were I wouldn’t be ready to kill you right now.” “Good.” With that, he repositioned himself so that he had my right leg pinned back by his left arm. I was completely open to him now, and the pain was a little intense…but I liked it. Slow, deep, easy strokes seemed to be his favorite. He slid in and out of me, taking his time, pushing the head as far as it would go and then retreating to the point where I thought I would surely lose him. Just before he leaned down to nuzzle my neck, I looked up and saw a smile spread across his lips. Then his lips were on my neck again, and the heat was fantastic. Hot breath in my ear, teeth once again on that tender spot of my neck, he continued his slow, deliberate pace. There. It hit again. I felt the first signal deep inside me, and I moaned my pleasure. He quickened his pace, still driving it home with every downstroke, pulling almost all the way out on the up. I worked my hips in time with his, again rising to meet him, pelvis against pelvis, bodies slapping in the heat of passion. The twinge turned into a tickle…the tickle started to increase in size. I was so ready to come that my every nerve ending was afire with the expectancy. Again, he stopped, leaving me hanging on the brink, ready to scream out, not in pleasure, as anticipated, but in utter frustration. “Shhh…don’t talk,” he whispered. “Just follow my lead.” He rose from his spot and took my hand in his, pulling me up so that we were both on our knees in the middle of the bed. He traced a finger along the side of my breast, down my torso, along my waist, then started the journey back up to my face. When his hand reached my chin, he pulled me to him and pushed his mouth into mine, arms encircling me, enveloping me in his warmth. I thought I must never come up for air, so glorious were his kisses. His hands were in my hair now, pulling me to him, anchoring my head so that he could kiss me, over and over, filling my mouth with his tongue just the way his cock had filled my pussy only seconds before. “C’mere,” he whispered once he finally broke the kiss. He turned me so that my back was to him, then led me over to the edge of the bed, where he stood. I was on all fours, kneeling before him, rear in the air, waiting for it. He guided his meat into me once more, and again I gasped when the large head pushed its way past my nether lips. This time, there was no pause for effect. He was intent on getting the job done. He slammed his rod all the way inside me, then began piston-fucking me, holding my hips for balance, pulling me back into him with every thrust. I moved to my elbows and put a finger to my mouth, then snaked my hand down to my throbbing clit, my body eager for the release I knew would soon come. He bent over and massaged my left breast, pinching my steel-hard nipple in a vise-like grip. He twisted it and I moaned. Harder he worked it, rolling it between his thumb and finger. The mix of sensations was getting to me, and quickly. That now very familiar tingle once again found its way into my core and started to build. The pressure was so delicious that I didn’t even notice when his land left my breast. I jumped a little when I felt his finger circling my puckered rosebud, massaging my anus in time with his deep strokes. Before I knew it, though, he had that finger in my ass, and it felt good. Just one finger, pushing into my ass, rubbing his cock through the stretched membrane. “Uhhhh….oh, yeah,” he groaned, and I knew the time had finally come. “Come for me, baby. Come on this cock. I want to feel your pussy grip me. Milk the cum out of my cock with your pussy, babe…please.” Who was I to turn down an invitation like that? The tingle was no longer a tingle; it erupted into full-fledged tremors that wracked my body. My clit was on fire, my pussy was stretched wide, and there was a finger rummaging around in my ass…how could I not explode? The first wave left me breathless. The muscles in my pussy clenched up at the precise moment that the first shot of his hot seed splashed into me. He was held so tightly in my vise that he couldn’t even move. All he could do was hold my hips and grind against me, grunting in pleasure as load after load of his cream filled me. I, on the other hand, could move…and move, I did. I bucked against him, riding his cock, screaming in utter joy as my orgasm overtook me. I lost all control. My body shook, my pussy spasmed, and every nerve ending seemed to rupture. The pressure had built up to the point that the release was even more pleasurable than I could have imagined. It didn’t stop there. Just as the initial muscle contractions stopped, his finger found my clit, and as he ground his softening cock into me, my body responded again. Every synapse fired simultaneously and the shuddering overtook me once more. The pleasure was so intense it was painful, and though I begged him to stop, he was unrelenting. His finger worked my clit, circling several times and then pressing directly into the center, repeating this process over and over. I was utterly at his whim. He kept this wondrous “torture” up until I had climaxed twice more, then finally let go of me. I crumpled into a shuddering heap on the bed, unable for a few moments to move or to even speak. When I eventually caught my breath, all I could think of to say was “Thank you.” He left the room for a few moments, returning with a towel and a tall glass of ice water. After I’d drained the glass and cleaned myself up a little bit, I looked over at him, eyes still wide. “Where did you learn that?” “Age has its perks, dear. I’ve picked up a few tricks along the way. I’d say, from your reaction, that your initial frustration was worth the time and effort?” I sat there for a minute, then decided not to answer. Instead, I responded with a question of my own: “What are you doing tomorrow night?”