0 comments/ 38005 views/ 3 favorites The Table By: vixen_deb She is bending over a table kneading bread dressed in french cut panties and a loose, long white cotton t-shirt which doesn't cover her bottom in her position. He stands watching the natural gentle rocking of her hips as her hands love the soft pliable dough. Her whole body seems to be involved in her task as muscles move and slither under her skin and that thin sweet layer of woman. His breath catches as he stands and tries to memorize the rounded shape of her buttocks, the smooth fair skin of her bare legs, the rhythm of her motion. He almost changes his mind about taking care of necessary matters. He takes a deep breath, sighing. Maybe it can be done in such a way as to not bruise her tender heart, he thinks as he walks to her. She let's out a soft cry as his hand cups and rubs her left cheek, startling her. She giggles softly and he is aware of the momentary tension leaving her body almost immediately. His hand absorbs the warmth and feel of her on its palm as he gently massages her bottom, squeezing gently. His right hand must touch her and reaches to run flat and tenderly under her shirt, pushing it up her back. He hears her breathing change so imperceptibly he would have missed it had he not been listening closely, attuned to her sounds and reactions to his touch. She feels so warm and smooth to his hands...like silk. His right hand slips around her, sliding on her dry soft skin to cup her right breast. He is rewarded with a low moan as his finger tips tease her nipple. His left hand travels to slip between the top of her thighs, gently probing her lips under the thin snowy white cotton. He hears her breath catch and come out in a quiet rush....sweet music to him, her sounds. He adjusts his shoulders, toughening himself, adjusting his demeanor, and leans to whisper, his lips touching her ear. "Baby, it is time," he says softly but firmly and feels her tense under his touch. He listens as her breathing stops for an instant. He hears the deep breath she takes, a telling sign she is resigned to his decision. He sees the very slight nod of her head and watches her chin drop slowly. He reaches out and takes the dough from her hands and wraps it in plastic, setting it aside. Her hands rest on the table, her position does not change and he can't help but smile. He reaches to spread her arms and gently pushes between her shoulders, guiding her to lay upon the table. His thigh works between her legs and lifts, pushing her thighs to the table's edge. He watches her center of gravity change as most of her weight is shifted to the table, her feet all but leaving the floor. He lifts his thigh and pushes a bit harder and slides her so that her toes dangle an inch from the floor. He admires her beautiful bottom, raised and bent in the most delightful position, perfect for his chore. Both his hands rub up her back pushing the shirt in a puddle to her shoulders. His hands slip to slide the front of her shirt up her body. He lifts her right arm and bends it to pull it through the sleeve, then takes her hand and moves it back to the table top's rim. He pulls her left arm back through the other sleeve and guides her hand back to its former place. Tugging gently the shirt slips over her head, baring her. Her back rises and falls a touch more quickly as he leans to whisper in her ear. "You know we have to do this, don't you? And you know why, too, don't you?" he asks her gently as he watches her for signs of compliance. When he hears her almost silent, "yes," he feels it in his loins. Everything about her now, makes him sexually aware of his body's reaction to the sight and sounds of her. "Tell me, Baby," he whispers his directive. He waits patiently as she fills her lungs with enough air to answer him. Her low whispered reply of, "because I forgot the car payment and it was late. It was very unlike me to forget something so important, very naughty of me," brings a nod of which she is unaware . "And?" he prompts. Her deep breath expels the consent he is waiting for, "and this is the way 'we' decided we would correct things like this". Straightening behind her, his finger tips dip under the elastic of her form hugging panties and begin to work them down over her hips, gently tugging them down underneath her at the same time. He listens as her breathing deepens, while sliding them slowly down her thighs, calves, ankles and off her feet. While he is lowered at her feet his hands wrap her ankles and spread her legs in a wide 'V'. "Can you hold your legs open, or do you want me to help you keep them open," he asks her. Her answer of, "I don't know if I can," in a worried tone sends him to the bedroom, with a firm, "don't even think about moving," over his shoulder. He returns in moments with two silk neck ties and quickly binds her ankles to the table legs, stretching her legs wide. He cannot help but study her open sex, grinning at the shine of wetness he sees glistening before him. Unable to stop himself, his right index finger slides between her almost closed lips. The degree of slickness always surprises him as his finger slides, stroking her from hook to her rosy opening, then higher to her tight ultra sensitive opening. His finger probes the tight rubbery indention, pushing its way thorough the tense ring of muscle, feels the grab as she bucks and he waits to hear the deep groan that always comes when he plays here. Her sounds make him harder by the second and he begins to feel a constriction as he grows more erect. His thumb seeks the tight standing bud that will make her quiver and moan as he strokes it gently with the same rhythm as the finger which has begun to move, sliding slowly in and out of her tight back opening. When her body cannot help but move with his fingers, meeting and helping him, he sighs and withdraws them. His eyes quickly scan the kitchen for an appropriate implement to finish his task. He heads for a large crock on the counter at the edge of the stove top and slips a large flat bowled oak spoon from its throat. The bowl of the spoon is almost the size of her hand, almost flat, with a long handle. His hand checks the balance of the oaken spoon on his way back to the table. He studies the way her bottom still gently lifts and lowers in a perpetual dance. He feels it in his loins as he notices the wash of fluid her body has created. He stands to the side of her hip and rubs the spongy roundness of her bottom, feeling it tighten slightly under his touch. Her bottom is smooth and warm, giving with the pressure of his left hand. His right draws back coming in an arc to ssssmmmmmmmaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkkkkk, her right cheek. Her quick intake of breath, her moan, the oval of color rising, all cloud his senses as he quickly smmaaccccccccssssss the left cheek. Her hips wiggle and push into the table top as he counts the quick licks.... ssssswwaaatttttttttt, one. Whhhhhhhaaaaaaaaccccckkkkkkk, two. Ssswwwiiiissssssshhh, three. Sssssmmmmmaaaaaccccccckkkkkk, four. Her breathing is loud and uneven, a low deep howling comes from her throat. Sssslllllllllaaaaaaaaaappppp, five. Her bottom begins to lift, twist and push hard against the table. Ssssssssmmmmaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkkk, six. Wwwwhhhaaaaccckkkkkkkkk, seven. Ssssmmaaaccccccckkkk, eight. Sssswwwwiiiisssssshhhhh, Wwwwwhhhhhhaaaaaaccccckkkk, nine and ten. He tenses, his face flushing hot, his breathing deep and coarse as he continues his onslaught....fifteen licks, and he hears her begin to cry, her breath catching. And on, now to eighteen smacks, watching her writhe on the table. Her bottom crimson, her sex open and soaking wet, the aroma of her arousal perfuming the air, his fingers go to her swollen clitoris and rub firmly as he ssssssssmmmmaaaaaccccckkkkkksss, nineteen and twenty. He slings the spoon across the room listening for the crash as it lands, his fingers maintaining their steady rhythm, his right hand reaching to rub and caress her hot reddened bottom. When he hears her low growling and sees her body tense, the moments silence as she comes, then her deep animal sounds as she finally relaxes panting and beginning to whimper, he quickly tears open his pants pushing them quickly over his hips and down, his hand wrapping his raging hard and gently stroking as he leans into her and guides himself to tease in her wetness. The sensations tear through his tip like soft tingles of electricity which run straight to his testicles. He hears his breathing coming deep and quick with hers as he slides himself along her hot slick crevice. He feels her straining to push onto him and sees her rosy muscles close and open wanting to grip him. He strokes his base firmly as he places his tip at her opening and begins to push. His shoulders tense and his back arches bringing his head back as he feels her wrapping him, hot and tight, the muscles gripping him and pulling him deeper. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh". His hips begin to join in her dance, pushing and pulling him in long strokes in her velvety rough tunnel. Her solo becomes a duet as his soft moans join hers filling the warm quiet solitude of the kitchen. His buttocks tighten as he strains to burry himself in her tightness. He groans loudly as her muscles become fist like, milking him, sucking at him. His hand lowers to slide, firmly matching the rhythm of his throbbing hardness, against her tight softly pointed bud. He hears their sounds intermingle and become one just as they have become one in this dance. His testicles tighten, heat builds, a torturous sweet pain fills him. His back arches more deeply as his pace becomes frantic. His body pounds hers, pushing, pounding, withdrawing, pounding, pushing, as the sweet pain becomes almost unbearable. He feels her body jerking as she cries out and he begins to buck against her. "Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!" He feels himself explode in her, as her muscles spasm milking him. He feels himself being drained by her gentle sucking as a wave of slight dizziness clears. He gulps for air as she pants. He feels her go limp as his muscles also go slack. He sighs and leans to lay over her, scooping her into his arms. His lips pucker and peck at the back of her neck. His hands caress her as he nuzzles the side of her face. He hears her soft purring as he feels her gripping and releasing him. He feels the heat of her bottom against him. His thumb moves to gently wipe the tears dried on her cheeks. He is sated and content as she nods in response to his whisper of, "now we both forget the late car payment, ok?" The Table The waiter leads us to the perfect booth in a dimly lit corner, partially obscured by lush green foliage. The candle on the table casts a warm, understated glow that accentuates the ambience of the room. The waiter pours the wine, gives us a slight but knowing smile, and departs without a word. I raise my glass, tipping it toward yours, our glasses touch with the familiar ring of fine crystal. Our eyes meet. We are briefly suspended in a shared look so intense, you feel as though I have seen your soul. Your face is flush as you break my penetrating lock on your eyes and glance away. I realize immediately your discomfort, and fall into light-hearted banter we exchange so well. Soon the wine and fond memories have relaxed you, and we are intoxicated by the moment--our charm, our candor, our intelligence. I feel such a need to touch you... to feel your warmth. My attention is drawn away from the conversation at times, as I drift into thoughts of you and my overwhelming attraction to you. Suddenly I feel your hand on mine... strong, warm, gentle... and I grasp firmly, slightly at your touch. The waiter, who has been unobtrusive to this point, appears to refill the wine goblets and as he pours, I move closer to you and slide my hand from the table onto your thigh. Again the waiter departs, and we are left alone. You, too, slip your hand under the table onto my lap, your fingers brushing my lap. You become acutely aware of my excitement... my very erect cock. Perhaps the wine has made us giddy... You can't resist the temptation to lightly stroke me on the outside of my slacks. You feel a damp spot on the fabric and realize there is budding moisture in your panties, as well. You excuse yourself to go to the ladies room; I stand, left to sip my wine and enjoy the thoughts of this moment. Upon returning, you intentionally linger aside in an isolated area... glancing furtively to see who is near or watching you. Seeing no one, you slip quietly into the booth, but instead of repositioning yourself on the seat, you slide quickly under the tablecloth. Just as I turn away to notice other people leaving the restaurant. I am startled as I feel your light touch on my leg. I can envision the naughty smile that has crossed your lips. Your hands work their way slowly and softly up my inner thighs and you feel me tense as they reach my zipper. The wetness on my slacks has increased and my cock is so fucking hard, if feels as if it could tear through such light fabric. With one deft motion, you free my shaft from the confines of a well-tailored suit, and detect the changing rhythm of my breath quickening. Reaching under the table, I grasp your head with the palms of my hand firmly, and draw me to you, entangling my fingers in your hair, teasing the strands gently. Your tongue brushes the tip of my cock and tastes pre-cum juices. Soon, you gently suck and nibble on the head, running a warm tongue in circles around the now -engorged bulb. You smile at the thought of my intense arousal, knowing I must maintain more than a semblance of appearing normal outwardly. You hear dishes clanging and the sound of flatware being cleared nearby. Horribly dirty thoughts are going through my mind. "She is so... unbelievably... fucking... sexy, this little whore of mine." My cock is throbbing uncontrollably now, as you slide up and down with your warm, wet mouth and tongue, taking the entire shaft deep inside, and withdrawing to the head... pausing there briefly, before descending again. My hands increases the pressure on your head, pulling you tighter and closer as I feel my orgasm nearing. You taste more pre-cum, increase the quickness of the up and down strokes with your mouth. My breathing is rapid and shallow, as you grasp my balls with your left hand. You feel a shudder and a sudden gushing of my cum as it fills your mouth, my cock convulsing repeatedly as you suck the juices and swallow all of me. Licking every last drop, you render me empty, exhilarated with content. "Oh... Baby... " I moan, softly. You linger below a few minutes, to give me time to compose myself. When it's clear, I signal that you may rejoin me on the seat. Once again we sip wine, bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. We resume our earlier conversation, intoxicated with satiated arousal. Your thoughts drift to after dinner frolicking, when it will be my turn to send you into a wild frenzy of passionate and sensual oral pleasure. The Table Before leaving the room she stated directly, "Strip and get on the table." So there I was, waiting; for what seemed longer than it actually was, I'm sure. On my back, naked, nothing really to look at, grateful the room was warm as this night was cold and windy, and me, with a full, quivering erection. When the door opened I think I jumped off the paper covered table. She said nothing as she walked to my side, snapped on the latex gloves, wrapped one hand around my cock and began a deliberate stroking of it. Full, firm strokes that were intended to excite. She watched me with a cool uninvolved expression as she handled it. And handle it she did. No break in her stride, for minutes on end. As the feeling intensified my breathing became short, and shallow. "Concentrate on your breathing, slow it down." I did as she said and after a few moments; "Yes, that's it, deep breaths, slowly now. Much better. You will be able to handle so much more this way. I want you to take more, much more." Then she added with a chuckle "For a long, long time." I did what she wanted as she did what she wanted. I struggled to maintain balance as her incessant stroking moved me to higher levels of excitement. Some times I would tense up, she told me to relax. Some times I would lose the breathing pattern, she told me to regain control. When she sensed I was at the edge, she would stop, wait then start again. As we traveled together to the edge and back her expression began to change; from the early essentially emotionless look to one of amusement, brightness in her eyes grew. She enjoyed this, enjoyed the control, and enjoyed my struggle. Me, I was easy to read. I was submitting. I was becoming tuned to her, taking pleasure in obeying her. I wanted to do as she said, wanted to accept what she wanted me to accept...the longer she stroked the deeper the submission. Her tempo would change from time to time but generally became slower, more delicate. As she learned about me she was able to stay closer to that edge; so close I would respond with nothing more than a touch. It was agonizing, but agonizingly good. Then the questioning began. "What are you thinking about?" "Tell me more." "Describe your feelings?" "Do you want me to stop?" "Are you mine" "Give yourself to me" "Worship me" "Whose cock is this?" And on. And on. In the middle of one answer she placed her finger to my lips and interrupted with a simple word: "Suck!" I did. Like a whore, and a hungry baby, I did. The more she showed she was pleased, the more intensely I sucked. During this, her stroking had stopped altogether. Instead she began to pinch, to probe, pull, and twist. She was using them; Her cock, Her balls, Her nipples. Sometimes it brought pleasure, sometimes discomfort, sometimes pain. The submission grew deeper. I lost track of the number of times she brought me to the edge. The differences between the pleasure of being handled, the pinching and numbness from the clamps she used, the sting from her slaps, they all began to blur. I grew to know the meaning of the term manhandled, I liked it. Then She changed things. "Roll over!" "Up on your knees." " Up I said!" "Head on the table! "Get that ass of mine in the air now, spread those legs, I want to get at it, NOW!" Several smacks and commands later She had me positioned as She wished. Placed just right, She calmed down and seemed pleased. I felt the coolness of the lubricant. Her fingers probed that place; gratefully she broke it in slowly, as I am always nervously tight there, she probed and spoke. She told me how in time I would learn to take more from Her. More in this way, more in many ways. As I listened, I sometimes felt like I was going to pee, sometimes it felt like I was going to cum. She told me how she wanted me to submit to her more easily, quickly, trustingly; how she wanted me to give myself to her in a way more to her liking. She told me about some of those things that were more to her liking, and worked Her ass as She spoke. Eventually she replaced her fingers with something else. I felt full. I felt the low vibrations begin. She began stroking it again, this time with lubricant, and the vibrations continued. I do not know how long this goes on. Time is suspended. Pleasure can become confusingly un-pleasurable, when tease and denial go to work on you. But I of course, became even more her slut; and she made sure I told her this in many ways and many times, and made those promises one does in this state. Then the percussion comes. From Her hand, from other tools; some broad, some narrow, flexible, rigid. Her marks on me grow, I am proud to wear them. My position is changed a few times; to provide "Better access to other parts of Her slut." The pain is played against the arousal. The pleasure, heat, agitation.....confession. It continues just as it pleases Her, and I realize, also me. Submission. Then everything stops, the vibrating plug is removed, I am put back on the table and told to stay where I am, just as I am, She leaves the room. I burn, sting, throb; grateful for the respite, yet already missing Her. I cry a little, but from what? I cannot see who enters, but when She speaks I know it is Her. I also know She is not alone. I am blindfolded. She begins to show me to Her companion, describes what has been taking place. Questioning me anew about my submission, I am told to spread my cheeks, told to stroke, to confess my yearnings, to let myself be Hers. I am helped off my knees and told to stand next to the table. I am repositioned at the table's end. My legs are spread, a bar attached. My arms are taken behind me and fixed in place. I am bent at the waist over the table. As my head lowers I find Her. Her scent fills me with a heady perfume that is like water to a dying man. I gratefully worship her with my mouth and tongue as she pulls my head into Her. Following her directions and with a desire to perfectly service the mound of my worship. From behind the stranger's hand takes up the stroking. "Suck!" "Lick me here, Yes!" "Worship Me! "Control your breathing." "submit...Submit! SUBMIT! It all seems so natural, as I am taken from behind. The earlier treatment has relaxed me; I am full but it feels good, I move against it and add to the rhythm. My Mistress cums in my mouth. I try to continue but She moves away. I know it is Her hand on me; stroking me again, like at the beginning. Stroked and fucked and asked again to tell of my submission. I do, of course. I tell them everything; tell them to bring them on; cocks, pussies, asses, taints – anything that needs servicing, I will give and be taken as long as there are those wanting service. But please, PLEASE, let me come..................... The Table While leaning over the table setting the silverware down I didn't notice you walking up behind me. As I was placing the last spoon on the table setting I felt your hands rub over my hips and pull them backwards onto your crotch. I notice a slight hint of your rising erection and I feel my body instantly react to your warmth. With your lips working on the back of my bare neck I feel your hands rise over my body, lightly teasing and torturing me into wanting you more. I feel your hands slowly reaching my breasts, lightly stroking them with smooth long pauses. When your touch finally reaches my nipples I feel you tugging at them through my loose T-shirt and my back instantly arches to feel more of you. I have no words in me except a soft moan escaping my lips. I have to lean over more putting more weight on the table as my legs start to become numb while my whole mind is set on how your hands, tongue, and mouth are working on me. I feel the tiny pulse in my tummy as I rub my ass back onto your now hard cock. I want you and so far the only way I can have you is my forcing my way against you. I hear your soft laugh as you tell me to slow down. I don't want to, the only thing I want is your cock inside of me as fast as it can be. As I turn around to face you, I feel you nibbling and licking my neck. When I finally face you I instantly reach to kiss your lips, in stead you suddenly take hold of my face and keep working at my neck. Licking, nibbling and kissing every inch while I moan and beg for more. I want any part of you in me and I can't seem to have anything but the harsh lashing of your gentle tongue torturing not only my neck but every inch of me demanding for more. I feel the heat of my pussy and my juices gently releasing themselves from me. I want you and I am moaning your name when I finally feel you release my neck and gently lean me back even more on the table. I begin to lift the him of my T-shirt up when I feel you push my hands away and take to the task yourself. Each inch you lift I feel a gentle kiss on my tummy and all the way up. When you finally toss away the shirt and leave my breast bare and braless I finally feel closer to complete satisfaction and begin to shiver. I feel your tongue taking complete control over my left nipple and I want all of me inside of your mouth. You lean me back more as you go to my right nipple and work your tongue over it. I feel your hands pulling at the button on my jeans and am half tempted to help you undo them, but I am enjoying the torture and want you to work hard to get them off. When you finally undo them I feel your light tug and I lift my ass up for you to pull them all the way down. I feel a blush creep to my cheeks as I remember I decided to go without panties. Maybe it was an inside thought that I wanted you to do me as quickly as possible and so I left myself as little layers as possible. If that were the case you still didn't seem to care and pushed away my hands as I reached for your own shirt. I feel myself leaning back and my back arching once again as your mouth moves down my body. I feel your hands gently rubbing my breasts and sides all the way down to my hips. Your lips are kissing and nipping at the soft flesh above my pubic bone, I loose all shame as I pull my legs apart just hoping you will give me the relief I desire. You laugh once again as you come back up between my legs kissing my flesh all the way to my jaw. Just when I feel like you are going to begin to fuck or kiss me you work your way back down. Slower. Kiss my jack, neck, chest, shoulders, breasts, tummy, arms, wrists, and back down over my hips. I am moaning endlessly now begging you to just take me. Just to give me something more. I finally feel your tongue gently lick outside of my pussy lips and feel as though I could scream with having you so close to what I want yet so far. You gently tell me it's my fault that you haven't licked me right at my core. I'm too wet you joke. I feel like I could kick you, except it feels so good and I can't feel my legs. Finally I feel you gently spread my lips and lick one long lip against my whole length. I quiver while I let out one long moan. I feel my orgasm so close and fear that it will come too quickly. While your tongue is licking and sucking on every crevasse of my sex I feel your finger gently slip in slowly and smoothly. Instantly I clamp down for the hardest orgasm making me scream out your name. As you gently lick as my orgasm leaves I have nothing on my mind except the intense feeling of being completely and fully satisfied. I feel you gently lay your head on my tummy seemingly to have completely worn yourself out while giving me so much satisfaction. I want more though, and this time I want you as quickly as I can have you. I gently push you off and slip from the table to the floor ... The Table CRACK! I offered you the honor of first break on the new pool table we just bought. We have had our house for about two years now, and we were talking about getting a pool table for a while. Since our finances are finally back to normal, after the honeymoon, and the wedding ceremony, we could afford it. Dressed in the skirt that you wear around the house, and your favorite shirt, I am unaware of the fact that you are not wearing any panties or a bra. Every time you take a shot, you have me stand behind you and grab your hips while at the same time kissing your neck. Each time I run my hands over your hips and thighs, you push yourself against me, which tells me that you're clearly turned on. You're trying to learn how to play with the ultimate distraction: a gorgeous man, who's 6'2", 155 lbs, with finger length brown hair, sexy dark blue eyes, an extremely athletic body, and a beautiful deep golden tan. Lucky for you my attempts at distracting you are unsuccessful, and you end up running the table on me. As you sit on the edge of the table to accept your prize, you cross your legs to keep me from getting a sneak peek at the surprise you have for me, while I put the cues away. When I return to you, I run my hands up your thighs, while gently caressing your lips with mine, just the way I know you like it. As my hands move higher and higher, you slowly move your legs farther apart, allowing me the ability to run my fingers directly between your thighs. I gasp when they reach that special place expecting soft cotton, or silk, only to find that there's nothing there. I give you the look that shows that I can't believe you would do that without telling me, while at the same time, still expressing my approval for such a special surprise. I gracefully tease you with my fingers sliding slowly and lightly across your gorgeous skin, and you instantly grow wet. I slip my fingers away from your luscious lips, and bring them up to our mouths so we can both have a taste of you. You taste better than you ever have before, and I almost can't get enough. I slowly pull your shirt up to expose your succulent breasts, and take one in my left hand while sucking on the nipple, and teasing your wet pussy, with my right hand. You grab my head, and pull my mouth further onto your nipple, allowing me to take more of me into my mouth than I had. You start to moan and breathe heavily, enjoying your prize fully. I move now your other breast, this time taking your nipple between my teeth and nibbling lightly. With my other hand, I now slide one finger into your hot pussy, while at the same time, letting my thumb rub on your clit, and causing you to lose control of your labia, and how they react to my touch. Bucking lightly against my touch now, you try as hard as you can to get my finger deeper inside of you, but I'm not letting you have that yet, because I'm having too much fun teasing the fuck out of you. I keep it out of you for as long as I can, then I let it slide all the way in, which causes you to whimper with pleasure. I move my tongue down a little farther now, tracing little patterns, which makes you wiggle a little. The more I trace, the farther I move, until I finally make it to your waist, at which point, I have you stand up, and I take off your shirt, then your skirt. I notice that you got so wet that you left a dark spot on the table. I try to have you sit back down, but you're not having any of it. You grab me by the shoulders, turn me around, and have me sit down on the table now, saying that it's my turn to be teased. You slowly bring your lips close to me, and you gently run them across mine, while at the same time, running your hands across my thighs and hips. You slowly kiss my cheeks and my forehead, and then my eyes, and the tip of my nose. I can't even move now I'm so mesmerized by the way you do that. My eyes are still closed, and you take your tongue, and drag it lightly across my lips before you kiss me passionately. Unbuttoning my shirt, you run your hands up and down my chest and stomach, and you rub your breasts against my legs at the same time. I can feel all of this, as my body goes into sensory overload, and you continue to tease me with your tongue now moving from my lips to my earlobes, and the sides of my neck. I try to caress your sides while you're doing these wonderful things to me, but you don't let me, telling me that in order to tease me properly, I can't touch you. You pull my shirt the rest of the way off, and move your hands down to my belt. Once you've unfastened my pants, you have me stand up and let them drop to the floor, leaving my standing there in nothing except my boxers, and you grin, because you can clearly see just how turned on I am. You come back up slowly, giving me a sexy look the entire way, letting me know that you're not done teasing me yet. You pull the front edge of my shorts down, revealing my erect penis, and you slowly kiss, and lick your way over my chest, down my stomach, and to my waist. You're on your knees now, and you are about to lick and kiss the length of my shaft, when I stand you up, and tell you that you don't have to get on your knees to do that, and with that I sit back down on the table. You stand there, and start licking and kissing my shaft, watching it get harder and bigger with every touch you grace it with. Once you feel that you've teased me enough, you come back up, kissing and licking my stomach, then my chest, and finally my neck. When you return to my lips, you kiss me with a hunger that I've seen you with before, but never this strong. While your lips work their magic on mine, you grind your hips against mine, making me buck a little because the silkiness of your shaved pussy makes me want you even more. You throw your legs on either side of my hips and sit back, so I can know what you feel like again, and you caress the length of my now fully erect member, with your sweet lower lips, making sure that you get me all wet. I begin to moan because it feels good to have you do that to me, and you tell me that you haven't heard me moan in a long time, so you must be doing something right. With that, you lean forward again, take your hand, and position my swollen cock so when you move back, it goes in. While you do that, I proceed to caress your neck, and your chest and breasts, taking your nipples into my mouth, one at a time, and sucking and nibbling gently. This causes you to move back just enough to let the tip slip in, and your legs shake because it feels so good for you. I grab your hips and move my hands over them and around to your ass, and give it a squeeze. You squeak a little bit because I caught you off guard with that one. You move yourself back a little bit more, allowing more of my shaft to enter your soft wetness, and also making your neck a prime target for my lips and tongue. You tilt your head first to one side, then the other so that I may have a better angle for the licking, sucking, and nibbling that I'm doing, and I grab your ass again. It feels so soft under my touch, that I have to hold it tightly so that I may appreciate how it feels. I love to grab you like that, and when I move my fingers a little closer to the area in between your cheeks, that I dream about all the time, yet rarely get to visit, you grab my hand and move my fingers so that they're touching that enticing spot on your body. I can't wait to go there, with my tongue, my fingers or my rock hard cock, and you can see it in my eyes. Once you acknowledge that you've noticed, you move forward enough to let me slide all the way out, and you turn yourself around on my hips. Now that I have a better view of your forbidden hole, you take me into your pussy again, this time more than halfway. Once I'm in far enough for your liking, you take your hand and move it behind you, and begin to trace around that hole with your fingers, so I can watch you do it. After you hear me whimper, you take a finger and gently slip it in, showing me, teasing my eyes, until I'm begging you to let me do it to you. You look back and tell me no, because you are still teasing me, and turn your head around so you can continue my show. Now you take your finger and slip it in about halfway, and tell me to slide my dick as far into your pussy as I can, and I oblige, grabbing your hips, and helping you down while at the same time moving my hips up to meet yours. You are more turned on now than you have been in a long time, and you decide that you want more, as you take another finger and let it slip into your ass. I'm moving you up and down, my shaft sliding in and out of your gorgeous pussy, while you're fingering your ass, and I can't hold it anymore. My toes start to curl, and you can tell that I'm about to cum. Sliding your fingers out of your ass, and my cock out of that sweet spot between your thighs, you step off the table, onto the floor, and take me into your mouth so that you can taste me when it's time. It doesn't take much persuasion, however and your lust is satisfied swiftly, if only momentarily, as you swallow everything. Noticing that I'm still hard, and that I still have that look in my eyes that tells you that I want to slide my cock where your fingers were, you decide to get on the table on your hands and knees, knocking a few balls out of your way in the process. I gracefully move from the table to retrieve the bottle of lube that we keep hidden because I know that since we don't do anal all the time, every time we do, you seem tighter and tighter. When I return with the bottle, I make sure both of us are nice and wet, before I do what you want me to do. I begin by grinding my dick in between your cheeks, teasing you with it, because I know that you want to do this as much as I do. When I finally hear you beg for it, just like you made me do earlier, I decide that it's now time and I slowly push the tip against your ass. You want it so bad that now you are pushing back against my shaft, and with a soft "plop" I manage to get the tip in. You twitch a little bit, like you always do, because it's a little uncomfortable at first, but turns to sheer ecstasy once you get used to my size. When you're ready for me to slide myself in further, you tell me to go ahead, and I begin to push a little. Not wanting to hurt you, I ask you if you're ok after every small amount of my cock you take in, and you continue to tell me that you're fine. Once I'm in as far as I can go, I start to pull out a little bit, and you begin to make sounds that are incumbent with two people who love each other making love. I pull out far enough to have nothing in but the tip, and when I start sliding myself back in, you push yourself against me again, which signifies that you still want me to fuck you long and hard. When I get all the way in again, I reach under your stomach, and I play with your clit, caressing it softly at first and then rubbing it faster and with more pressure, sending you to an orgasm that makes you squeal with delight. Feeling you tense up around my cock, almost sends me to my second orgasm of the evening, but I manage to keep myself calm long enough to pull myself all the way out, and I let you lay on the table for a moment while I leave the room to retrieve something to help you have even more fun that what you already are. When I return you are still breathing hard, but you have the look in your eyes that tells me that you're ready to go again. I set a small item on the corner of the table as I climb on, and position you on your back. I slide myself in again, slowly to make sure that I'm not going to hurt you, and when I'm all the way in again, I reach for something that you didn't realize that I had grabbed. I take the vibrator I got you for Valentine's Day, and I slowly work it into your pussy at the same time that I'm moving in and out of your ass with my swollen member. After you get used to having the vibe toy in your pussy, and me in and out of your ass, I turn the vibrator on, and watch as you start twitching harder and faster than you were before. When you have another orgasm, I can't hold myself anymore and I let myself cum in your ass. When we are both finished catching our breaths, I slide myself out and help you off the table. I turn you around and enter your pussy from behind with your right leg on the table while keeping your left leg on the floor. While I'm fucking your juicy slit hard and fast, I slip the toy in your ass, turning it on as high as it can go, and I leave it in as far as your body will allow it to fit. Within seconds your body shoots another orgasm strong enough to pull your left foot off the ground, and when you tighten your cunt around my cock, I have another one as well. As I cum in your pussy as far as I can, it seems like I'm not going to stop, because while you may not know it, you just helped me have a multiple orgasm. When I'm finally done expending myself inside of you, I reach down with my hand, turn off the toy, and whisper in your ear "That's the best sex I've ever had." I kiss your ears, and your neck, while I'm still inside of you and the toy is still in your ass, and I help you off the table. With both of your holes still filled to the brim, we walk awkwardly to the shower, and turn on the hot water. Moving into the shower, I realize that it's more you leading and me following, and you tell me that you're not ready to stop just yet. When the water's just right, we turn on the shower head, and begin to fuck with the water running all down our bodies. You reach back and turn the toy back on, and after a few minutes of me sliding vigorously in and out of your pussy, with the toy still in your ass, you have another orgasm. I reach down, slide the toy out of your ass, and wash it off, while watching my giant boner slide back into your ass. When the toy is clean enough, I slide it back in your pussy, and let you go to town, moving it in and out of yourself as fast as you can while I try to keep my pace in your ass to match what you're doing with your hands, but you're having so much fun that you move the toy in and out of your pussy faster than I can fuck your ass. You rocket yourself to another orgasm and want me to stuff my cock as deep in your ass as it will go while you are cumming, and hold it there, and when I do, your ass almost squeezes another orgasm from me. When your body stops flexing itself on me, I pull out, and wash your body, caressing you with the loofah, and in return you wash my body, gently fondling my member and I notice that you still have that look in your eyes, that says "I'm still not done yet." Relieved that we've moved past the teasing portion of the evening, and satisfied that our bodies are clean enough for each other, we move to the bedroom, and I sit down on the stool we have at the min-wetbar that we keep hidden from guests. While I'm sitting there, you dance for me and you tell me that you feel sexy when I watch you dance like that because it's the same way that you used to dance on stage, when you had a job at the "Gentleman's Establishment". I watch you dance and shake your ass, and then I motion for you to come over to me. You obey, but keeping your movements slow and sexy, you dance your way towards me, and when you reach my outstretched legs, you climb on top of me, and put your knees on the bar. You turn around and maneuver into a modified position of the "69". You take me into your mouth and begin sucking my dick violently while I lick, suck and nibble on your pussy lips and your clit. When you've tasted my cum in your mouth again, you decide that since I'm still hard, your going to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. After crawling to the floor, you stand up and sit on my lap facing me, reach your hand around behind you, and move my shaft into position. When you move back, you take me all the way into your ass in one swift motion, which causes me to groan with pleasure. Enjoying the looks my face contorts to, you sit there for a moment until my expressions return to normal. I look at you and tell you to fuck me, and you don't hesitate. Bouncing up and down, I've never had you like this and it feels so good, but I'm not ready to cum just yet. I lean back against the bar and let you ride me like you've never ridden me before, and within just a few minutes, I grab your hips and shove myself into your ass as far as I can go, bursting with another orgasm. With me grabbing your shoulders now, I hold you on top of me, not letting go until my orgasm subsides, and then I collapse, and nearly fall out of the chair. We've both been well fucked tonight, and you help me to the bed now that I'm barely able to stand, and we fall asleep together, with you holding me in your arms. The Table by the Window "You're in my seat." Sarah looked up from her coffee, blinking in surprise. It took her a moment to pinpoint exactly where the statement had come from. The coffeehouse was packed with students studying for finals, something she normally would have anticipated. She'd lived in the small college town long enough to know when classes began and ended, and when exams were. But the latest work drama had wiped everything from her mind, except the overwhelming urge to do bodily harm. Instead of giving in to that urge, she'd left work early, headed to the coffeehouse near her apartment. And now instead of being able to enjoy her one true guilty pleasure, a tall café au lait, she was being bothered by some random guy. Just great. "I beg your pardon?" It was the only thing that came to her mind, or the only polite thing. It seemed a bit of overkill to tell him to go fuck himself from the one simple sentence he'd uttered. "I said, you're in my seat. I always have the table by the window, it's where I do my work. It's part of the structure. And you're screwing it up." Sarah blinked again, taking a long moment both to compose a retort, and to look him over. He was good enough looking, if you went for the dark, brooding poet thing. His hair was black, long enough to touch his shoulders, and he shook it back with a casualness that told her it was habit. The blue of his eyes was a dark color that made Sarah think of ocean depths, and the look in them was distinctly unhappy. Actually, to be completely honest, it was edging towards pissed. His clothes went with his overall darkness, dark shirt, dark jeans. Everything dark. They fit his frame well, outlining the tall lankiness without making him seem painfully skinny. Sarah wasn't surprised to see motorcycle boots on his feet, or a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. Probably a Lit major. Takes self torture to a new level. "Last time I checked, nobody had bought this table. Sorry, but you'll have to find another place to work today." Sarah turned her attention back to the window. Not that there was anything going on outside, but it would serve better to get the point across. She wasn't moving. She'd spent her entire day catering to the whims of assholes. She'd be damned if some college kid pushed her around. She jumped when something thudded on the table, her eyes jerking away from the window. Her mouth fell open when she saw his messenger bag on the scarred wood surface, and only watched as he pulled out the chair across from her and dropped his considerable height into it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I'm sitting down. There's an open chair, I'm using it." His mouth, which Sarah noticed was wide and lush, curved up in a mocking smile. "If you don't like it, you can always find another table." Sarah tapped her nails against the table, a fast rhythm that matched the pace of her heart. She couldn't very well yell at him to leave--he wasn't exactly harassing her. In fact, now that he was sitting, he was pulling a laptop out of his bag, for all intents and purposes about to do whatever work he'd come to do. But she wasn't moving. She wasn't. "It's called compromise, kitten. Something they teach you at that fancy school down the street." His lips quirked again, but his eyes were focused on his computer screen. "Or they should, for the price of a semester there." "What, Mommy and Daddy cut you off? You have to finish paying for your own piece of paper meaning nothing?" Sarah turned her attention back to the sidewalk, for lack of anything else to do. She kept her voice purposefully casual. She knew from experience the more casual the tone of voice, the worse the insult. "Kitten, I haven't seen the inside of a school for ten years. And you're one to talk, when I'm betting that Daddy bought everything you're wearing." "Considering the fact that he ran off with my babysitter about fifteen years ago, I'd say you lost that bet." Sarah took a slow sip of coffee, finding herself enjoying their sparring. His wit was quicker than that of most of the people she knew. It didn't make her feel like she was kicking a puppy. "Does that mean that you'll leave me alone now?" "No, but I will apologize." "Don't bother. I'm sure you'd wind up choking on it, and I have no desire to perform anything life-saving on you." Sarah slit her eyes toward him, biting her tongue when she saw the grin spread across his face. "Although you would have to leave the table then, wouldn't you?" "So would you, so we'd both lose. No point in playing a game if there's no winner." Sarah listened to the steady clack of keys for a long while, the sound oddly soothing compared to the background noise of study groups and the espresso machine. "What's your name?" "Why do you care?" "I'd prefer to know a woman's name before I sleep with her, but if you're shy, I'll let it go." Sarah bobbled her coffee cup, her gaze jerking away from the window to meet his smirk. "I beg your pardon?" "That's what started it, you know. That slightly snooty phrase and tone, even though you look like you'd jump if someone said 'boo' too loudly." He tapped a few more keys before closing the laptop and sliding it into bag on the table. "And then you got more interesting the bitchier you got. It's not your usual thing, I can tell. But you like it." "Anything else you can tell?" Sarah tried for icy, not surprised that she failed. Rude, she could handle. She'd been a secretary for the head partner at Brown and Baker for the past seven years. She'd been treated with as little regard as the carpet for all seven of them. Actually, Mr. Brown treated his carpet better than her--it was an antique. "You'll look better out of those clothes than you do in them." His blue eyes were appraising as they swept over what they could see of her. "Not a good color for you, or a good cut. I sincerely hope they're not as expensive as they look, otherwise you should go back and bitchslap the salesperson." "And we're done here. Enjoy your table." Sarah pulled her purse strap over her shoulder, lifting her chin slightly. Before she could stand, he'd reached his arm over the table, clamping down on her forearm, effectively cutting off her escape. "I wonder if you see what I see. How big and innocent your eyes are, or how the color makes me think about licking melted chocolate off you. Or if you pay attention to how soft your hair is, all those blonde curls tumbling around such slim shoulders. Or if you notice how often you pull at that amazing lower lip with your teeth." His hand turned her arm over, his fingers running up and down the bare skin of her forearm. She tried to tell herself that the shivers the feeling gave her came from annoyance, and nothing else. "Kitten, you could make a man beg without even trying." "Wrong girl. I'd like to leave now." "No, you don't. You think that you should leave. But you're curious. You want to know what it's like to go to bed with a stranger, in the middle of the afternoon. Someone you don't even particularly like." Her hand was limp in his as he pulled it across the table, raising her fingers to his lips. Her breath caught when he nipped at the tips, then pulled her longest finger into his mouth, sucking on the tips before letting it slide out. He rubbed it over his lips, his eyes locked with hers. "Trust me, kitten. Sometimes the best sex is with someone you can't stand." Sarah swallowed hard, once, then twice. She couldn't seem to get her mouth to work. When it did, she really was going to tell him to go fuck himself. She didn't care how rude it was. She wet her lips, noticing how his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. She was going to say it. "If I tell you my name, will you tell me yours?" Sarah slapped her free hand over her mouth, not caring that he shook his head and chuckled at her reaction to her own question. She hadn't meant to say that. She hadn't. And as soon as he let go of her hand, she was leaving. She nearly bit her tongue when he shifted her hand in his, giving her thumb the same treatment as her middle finger. Only this time it was longer, undeniably sexual. And she couldn't deny that she felt a tugging deep in the center of her body. "Abel. My name is Abel." Sarah let the hand covering her mouth drop, twisting the fabric of her skirt nervously. "Sarah." "Sarah." Abel stood, keeping her hand in his, slinging the messenger bag over one shoulder. "Come on. The sooner you're out of that horrible suit, the better." Sarah let him lead her out of the coffee shop, absolutely certain that everyone knew what they were going to do. Logically, she knew that nobody cared. Nobody was even looking in their direction. And yet to her it felt like everyone was watching. He didn't tell her where they were headed, and she was too nervous to ask. Considering the fact that they were walking, it couldn't be too far, and she had the crazy thought about what a coincidence it would be if they lived in the same apartment complex. But when they got to the end of the block, instead of turning right back towards the quiet, well established neighborhood she lived in, they turned left, towards the converted warehouses and alleys of art galleries. Sarah jerked her head up at the first rumble of thunder, and felt Abel tug harder at her hand. "I don't think you'll melt in the rain, kitten, but I'd rather not take my chances." He began to walk just a little bit faster, but it was enough that Sarah had to almost double-time to keep up with him. She stumbled once, then twice, her heels unsteady on the cobblestones. Abel glanced back over his shoulder at her and shook his head, slowing his pace. "If you can't walk in them, you shouldn't wear them." "I don't normally do sprints in them. I work in an office. I have to wear heels, it's part of the dress code." "You need a new job. Something that makes you let your hair down." Abel stopped in front of a door, pulling a loaded key ring out of his pocket. Flipping through the mass, he stopped, jamming the chosen one in the lock. Holding the door open for her, he gestured her up the narrow flight of stairs. Sarah used the wall to steady herself, trying not to think about him behind her, no doubt watching her ass. When she reached the landing, she moved to the side, watching as he flipped to another key. He pushed the door open, and she thought to herself, This is it. If I go inside, I'll know exactly what I'm getting into. I can't even pretend that I didn't know what was going to happen. She took a step forward, still not sure whether she was going inside or back down the stairs. And then he lifted an eyebrow and smirked, and she made her mind up. Her first thought when she walked into his home was that it was huge. It was easily double the size of hers, and she'd always thought she'd lived in a relatively nice apartment. Her second thought was how could anyone live with all that openness. There was no separation between rooms, only glass brick and metal trifold screens and exposed piping and brick walls. Sarah laid her purse over the back of the low slung sofa, twisting her hands nervously together. She started to turn around, intent on telling him that she liked his place. Instead, she felt his hands on her upper arms, turning and pressing her against the hard brick wall. When she would have squealed or shrieked, his mouth came down rough and fast on hers, cutting off all sound and thought. His tongue swept inside, rubbing smoothly against hers, coaxing a response out of her. When she was breathless and trembling ever so slightly, he pulled back. It was difficult to open her eyes, and when she did she found him staring at her, the blue of his eyes even darker. She was stunned to find him breathing as heavily as she was, and she whimpered out a breath when he lifted a hand to rub his thumb over her lower lip. "Time to get you out of those clothes, kitten." She wasn't sure exactly how it happened, but suddenly there were two sets of hands working the buttons to her suit jacket, and she bit back a hysterical giggle when they tangled together. Abel cursed, and grabbed the two sides of the jacket, yanking them apart, sending buttons flying. Sarah opened her mouth to complain, but was cut off by another rough kiss, this one with just a hint of violence to it. By the time he let her up for air, the jacket was on the floor, and the zipper of her skirt was being slid down. "Well, well, well. Look what the kitten was hiding under the spinster clothes." Sarah trembled, leaning against the wall for support as Abel knelt, running his hands up the outsides of her legs. The heels were black as the office dress code demanded, but they were three inch stilettos, one of Sarah's few vanities. And the legs Abel was exploring were covered in hose--or more appropriately, stockings, ending high on her thighs and clipped to decidedly risqué underwear. Abel leaned closer, running his tongue over the top seam of the stocking. The muscle in Sarah's thigh jerked slightly, and Abel chuckled against her skin. His hands slid up to grasp her hips, pressing them more firmly against the wall. He nudged her legs apart, turning his face to press against the front of the burlesque styled panties. Lifting his eyes to Sarah's, he ran his tongue over the garment, nibbling slightly, watching her eyes dilate, her lips parted slightly. When she bit her lower lip between her teeth, he sucked hard through the fabric, feeling her hips push against his hands. One hand slid up and over her middle, pressing slightly. The other slid down and over her thigh, pulling the underwear to the side. Before Sarah could process the change, Abel surged forward, sweeping his tongue over her clit while sliding two curved fingers into her pussy, pressing hard. Sarah would have sworn she saw stars, she came so hard and so fast. And before she had even an instant to recover, he leaned just a little bit more into her, sucking her clit into his mouth, biting ever so slightly, his fingers rotating the barest of inches. And she came again, hard enough to take her breath away and leave her more than a little weak kneed. Abel murmured, more to himself than to her, which was good, because she didn't have the brain cells required for conversation. Somehow, her hands came up to fist in his hair, and she pressed his mouth tighter to her. She didn't know if he lifted her leg, or if she did, but she was vaguely aware of her left knee resting on his shoulder, and the feel of his hair against her upper thigh. When he bit hard on her clit, and she felt her pussy clench around his fingers a third time, her chin dropped forward to rest on her chest, her heart pounding frantically. Abel eased back slightly, and through the veil of her hair she saw him lick his lips. And then turn his face to lick the juices from her thigh, his tongue rough through the sheer stocking. "You're drenched, kitten. You're a rainmaker." "A what?" Sarah rasped out, lifting her head, shaking the hair out of her face. Her stomach muscles jumped and trembled when he pressed his face to her middle, his tongue swirling around her belly button. "A rainmaker. You squirted when you came." Abel pushed to a standing position, trapping her against the wall. Except now she didn't feel trapped, not really. His mouth, when it ravaged hers, was sweet and salty, and she knew she was tasting herself. "Hidden talents, kitten. Let's see what else you're hiding." Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, and she pressed herself up into his mouth. And then they were circling, their hands pulling at his clothes, the camisole she was still somehow wearing. She felt her knees press against something soft, and he gave her a slight push, and she fell backwards onto the bed. She crawled backwards until the reached the center of the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, shaking her hair back. He stood at the foot of the bed, and without the clothes to distract, she could appreciate the lean muscles and long lines. She was both fascinated and frightened by the tribal tattoo that ran over his right hip, and the one that crept over his left shoulder. Her gaze lowered, and her eyes widened. She bit her lower lip again, this time in hesitation. "You're a little, um. You're a little--." "Don't worry, kitten. Nature has a way of making things fit, I promise." His smirk this time was only half-hearted, and he leaned forward, pressing his hands into the mattress. "Undo the front clasp of your bra." Sarah sat up, not surprised to find her hands trembling. There was something about the way he said things, with such absolute authority, that made it impossible to not do them. It took her three tries, but his appreciative sigh when the clasp opened and her breasts spilled free was worth it. The mattress dipped slightly as he crawled more fully on the bed, and she concentrated on the look of hunger on his face. When she would have laid back, his hand at her back kept her sitting up. His head dipped down, his tongue sliding over the top of her right breast, and then her left. She couldn't help arching her torso when his mouth slid lower, latching onto her nipple. He sucked and nibbled, bit gently, until her head fell back on a throaty moan. He licked a path to her other breast, laving the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The steady, rhythmic pull set up a pulse low in her belly, one that sped up when his free hand glided down her side, pushed against her pussy, then slid three fingers in. She gasped, partially in pain, and he raised his head from her breast to capture her mouth. His tongue stroked in and out in pace with his fingers, and she couldn't help bringing her arms to wind around his neck. Power, heady and rare, surged through her at the groan he let out when she sucked his tongue deep in her mouth. Her hips rolled slowly and slightly in counterpoint to the shallow thrusts of his fingers. She could feel herself building again, this one taking much, much longer than any of those before. When her breath began to come in shallow pants, he tore his mouth from hers, pulling his fingers out at the same time. The hand at her back slid up to fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her head still. Through heavy eyes, she watched him raise his other hand to her mouth, his fingers glistening with her juices. Without any thought, her lips parted, her tongue slid out. And licked the tips of one, and then the next, and then the next. When he groaned again, longer and louder this time, she nipped at the pads of his fingers with her teeth, an act eerily similar to his actions earlier in the afternoon. His hand slid out of her hair, and he gave her a gentle shove, letting her fall back on the mattress. Her arms landed over her head, almost as if by design. His hands shook slightly as he pushed her bra the rest of the way off, yanked the soaked underwear down and threw it aside. His fingers ran up the sheer stockings, over hard nipples, until they pressed her wrists into the mattress. He inched his hips forward, felt the wet heat of her on the head of his cock. Abel lifted his eyes to Sarah's. "Do you trust me, kitten?" Sarah wet her lips, started to nod her head, then managed to find her voice. "Yes." Abel nodded, pushing his hips forward, driving his cock deep into her. When she gasped, her upper body coming off the bed, he pressed tighter against her wrists. He drew back slightly, then thrust deeper. She was dripping wet, and still tighter than anything he could ever have imagined. Another back and forward movement of his hips, and he was sheathed fully inside her. Lowering his face to hers, his kiss this time was gentle, and he tasted the salt from tears. "Are you alright?" "I said you were too big." "Give it a minute, kitten. Well, a little more than that." He kissed her again, slow and deep, without any of the roughness of before. He felt her relax, ever so slightly. "Do you still trust me?"