1 comments/ 14653 views/ 5 favorites Hold By: TheGreyKnight Part three of a series. Push is part one, Sway is part two. ***** I want you to focus on me when things start to get difficult tonight. I want you to cling to me because I can lead you back to safety. Even if I'm the one who put you in this difficult situation to begin with. --- "I want you to know that you're in control tonight, no matter how it seems." I say it with an edge because I feel your uncertainty and I don't fault you for it. To a degree I don't know why you're here except that you want this and trust me. Still, you're afraid. I would be, too. When you ask if I'm sure you have to use the blindfold I state yes plainly. I can see I've been too brusque and take your hand in mine, lock our fingers together and squeeze. I tell you that I love you, I tell you that you're wonderful, I tell you that you're mine no matter what happens and you can always say no, at any time, and it will be respected. You squeeze back and that's when I know everything will be fine. We kiss like we're new to it and the years fade away. It's funny what a little daring can do for two people who have known each other for so long. The kiss turns long, wet, our tongues in each others mouths and I can feel the heat coming off your face. I adore you. So much more now than the day I met you that I cannot fathom the distance in any true way. Our hands decouple and I take up the blindfold and slide in on your like an executioner's mask. You stand still and quiet as I make sure it is secure. When I ask if you are alright you only nod. I imagine that, if everything goes alright, I won't hear another word from you tonight so I demand that you tell me you love me, and it makes the burden lighter when you say you do. I peek my head out the hotel room and make certain there is nobody in the hallway. All clear-so I take your wrist and drag you into the hallway, down three doors, and knock. A part of me hopes that it won't be answered, but none of me is surprised when he opens the door. He is beautiful in a way you will never see, so just know that he is handsome and lithe. That he is a good counterpart to my average looks and broad build. I've made certain you are getting something new out of this. And unlike me, he isn't afraid or put off. He smiles like we are old friends and nods before swinging the door open and allowing me to guide you in. For a moment it seems there will be preamble, or maybe even talk, but instead he closes the door and puts his hands on your waist from behind, pulls you into him like you're old lovers. You gasp, but do not fight it, just shake and shudder and drink it in so deeply you leave your mouth open. He paws up and down your sides, avoiding your breasts, focusing on your ribs, your neck, your shoulders as he kisses you. It seems he wants you to be into him, and little by little, you are. You're loosening up, become less tense, letting your head crane to the opposite side of where he's kissing to give him more access. You're his right now, and for a moment, I wonder if you even remember that I'm there. The jealousy grips me, churns in my stomach until it is as hot as my breath. I want to rip his head off. I want to hurt him just for the affection you give him. I want to make each little sigh that escapes your lips cost him something dear. Instead I watch as he undoes your top and slides it to the ground, as he continues to stroke your shoulders and neck after he does. How he savors in the way that only a brand new lover can. You lean against him, let him wrap his arms around you, become enveloped by him as he cups your breasts, strokes the front of your neck, plays with your hair. His hands explore you as his mouth takes you. For a moment it's too much to me, I turn around and inhale, exhale slowly, then I move to the wall to lean against it, turning around to see him rubbing both your breasts at once, ear flickering on your tongue before sucking in the lobe. He undoes your bra, he begins to undo your skirt when you gasp and shake, so he waits. When you calm he finishes unclasping it and slides it to the ground as well. Then he guides you to the bed and waits for your to sit so he can kneel down and undo your shoes, take off your socks and kiss up your thighs. I wonder how much of this is for my benefit, you not gasping and shaking the way I can tell you want to. It infuriates me. Everything at this moment is razors edge in my small world. He nibbles on your inner thighs while stroke the outside of them. He moves his head up to your panties and inhales deeply, placing a kiss on the front of them before continuing down the other of your legs. He grabs you, a bit rougher now, pushing skin and flesh from your ankle to your knee and then from your knee to your pussy, like he's trying to take all the heat of your body and shove it there. When he begins to take off your panties you call my name and he stops. You call it again and reach a hand out. I come to your side and you grasp my hand with yours before bringing the other hand up to clasp me tightly. Then you pull down and in, tractor me to you, until my face is next to yours. We kiss, and it is desperate and needy. We continue to do so as he removes your panties and put his lips on you. We kiss as he eats you out. I can hear him slurping, licking, kissing into you as our tongues move, as you hold me so tightly it hurts just a little. But something happens a few kisses in. You start to moan into my mouth, lightly at first, then the occasional sharp gasp, before finally outright moaning at the pleasure he's giving you into my face as we kiss. You drop your hands and one goes to the back of his head to grab his hair and push him down, the other to crane around my neck and hold me close. And you are closer, and closer, until you cum, legs shaking besides his head, moaning into my mouth. You remove your mouth from mine and breath for a moment and he stands up. He disrobes as you even out. And then I'm the only one between the three of us wearing clothes. He's hard, and large, and he puts a condom on with one hand like it's second nature. Ever part of my animal brain is telling me to shove him aside and take you for myself. Throw you over my shoulder and storm back to our room, but I fight the impulse. I fight it for you. He lowers himself on to the bed next to you and puts his hands on your face. He turns you to him and you kiss briefly before he takes your hand and guides it to his cock. You gasp, but don't retract. Instead you hold onto it, gingerly at first, but then you take it firmly in hand and start pumping, up and down, slowly. The way you would if you wanted me to enjoy it. After a few moments of this kiss he reaches down to feel your pussy, open you up with his fingers, and then to finger your clit, stick two fingers in. He's testing you, and you're loving it. He rises off the bed effortlessly, easily, and pushes your legs apart with his. He takes your hands with his and without guidance, moves right into you like you were made for him. You shout out, turn and twist your head, but only until it's all the way in, then you ask for a moment, take some deep breaths and wrap your arms around his back. When your hands are digging into him you give consent and he starts to pull out and push into you. And then I'm watching the only woman, the only thing, I have ever truly loved getting fucked by another man and loving every second of it. I can only imagine how different it feels, him, his size, his unknown face and one-off nature. He's more brutish than I am, at least at this, as he pulls all the way out slowly and slams back in. You wail every time he does. You cry out gibberish. He picks up speed and then it continues. He stops holding back, stops taking it slowly on the way out but instead thrusts all the way out and then back in, faster, harder, faster, harder. You cling to him as he does, you kiss his chest in between your wails. You cry out for more and he gives it, going at an even more rapid pace. He stops pulling all the way out to make sure he can instead slam in the way you want it. Your fingers dig into his muscle so tightly that they make ten little indents. His body is so close to yours now that your screams are muffled and somewhat muted. But I can tell, we all know, that you want more of him. He leans back and picks you up with him, getting you at a slight angle and before pounding you for all he's worth. He grunts, softly and almost sweetly, unlike the growls you are used to from me. He holds you like you're precious in the air, like on a pedestal. He fucks you. And you cum for him. You wail and shake and moan into his face now, holding onto hims so you don't fall or so you don't lose the sensation, who can tell. But you're his in this moment, as you orgasm. He does as well, albeit much more silently and with a great deal more effort. You both drop to the bed and then he pulls out quickly, moves to the small desk in the room and pulls off his condom to toss it away. His cock is still mostly hard though and he begins to stroke it, hard, despite the clear over-stimulation on his face. You call out for me again and this time you only take my hand kiss the back of it. He's made you too weak to do much else. You are sweaty and sticky and flush in all the best possible ways. He moves to your other side and takes your free hand, moving it to his cock, which you groan at as you begin to stroke. You even shift to get into a better position, to pump him harder, better, as he cock grows again. Then you reach to the front of my zipper and undo it. The swelling of uncertainty and mixed emotions is something that I cannot express. But I could never deny you, not anything, not even this hard on. You slide your hands into the boxers and pull me out and then, with your non-dominant hand, you're stroking two guys off at once. He's not content, though and he comes in closer to you, kneels on the mattress. You turn to him without conflict or hesitation and put the tip of his cock in your mouth, squeezing me harder the moment you do. You start bobbing up and down on his cock, stopping with mouth open wide to let him push himself in and out between strokes. You give him your all, the way you would anything new, and stroke his balls and suck him in greedily until he is as hard as he can be, then you keep going, greedy as you are. Then you unexpectedly pull back and turn to me and before I can object you've pushed your mouth all the way down my cock, as far as you can with my clothes still on. You suck it long and lovingly, like you had two drinks in you and I was your world. You bob up and down and I moan and I lose myself. By the time I come back to my senses he's put on another condom and is applying a little bit of lube to his index finger. He makes a gesture that I take to mean "let her stop" and I pull you back away from me. You seem alone and confused, abandoned in a way, before he comes back to you and then you cling to him with your free hand. Your comfort with him only lasts a moment though, before he sticks his finger into your ass. You squeal and shift and even kick at the air a moment before relaxing and letting it all the way in, letting it turn around inside you before he removes it, applies lube and repeats the process with the second finger. I disrobe as he sticks the third inside you and you grunt and growl, like an animal. Like a whore. He puts the residual grease from the lube onto his cock which he pumps a few times before hoisting himself under you, getting your ankles on his shoulders, and pushing his cock against your ass. You cry out for me so I reach a hand out to you and you grab it and pull me in. This time we do not kiss, you just want me close as his cock moves into you. It's a much slower prospect than I would have imagined. Or he's taking it slow, I'm not sure, but it seems like he's not moving into you so much as sinking. As he does you unbutton my shirt as best you can, and after you give up you just say please, over and over again to me. So undo them for you as your hands cling to the fabric. But the moment you can, you grab my flesh beneath the shirt and hold onto me, cling to me, make me feel like I'm still important to you as he finally makes it all the way into your ass. You both breath heavily, then it begins. He starts moving in and out in a very different way, this time slow and methodical. He doesn't want to hurt you, just open you up, make you feel him while he's building up. You're not moaning the way you were, either. It's more of a hiss, through your teeth. As he picks up his pace you bury your face into my torso, you bite and kiss against my skin as both hands hold me in place, daring me not to move. He goes faster and faster, but somehow not harder into you. Your mouth drops from my stomach to my cock, but you don't take it into your mouth, you must press your face against it, rub it against me as you cry out. That spurs him on and he begins to slam, faster, harder until he cums. You moan and shudder, but I can tell you have cum. The moment he's pulled out of you hands clasp my neck and pull me down to kiss you, long hard hard. Small pleas escape you, beg for me to disrobe, so I do. I can't believe that I do, but truly, I can't deny you anything. You reach out for my cock and pop it into your mouth, the pain of being ass fucked making it easier to slide my cock all the way into your mouth before asking me to take you. You repeat this process several times—taking my cock all the way into your mouth, pulling out and saying please fuck me. So I push you onto your back by your shoulders, climb between you and push into you. You moan like you're dying and, for some reason I cannot name, I believe it to be sincere. That this is somehow special to you. We don't last long, pushing against one another, my deep in your pussy before I see him, re-equipped and ready to go, to do the thing we discussed. I nod at him and he returns the nod as I push into you, feeling confused, conflicted and somehow lost. I pull myself out of you and you moan and cling to me, pull at me, try and get me back in but instead I tell you to trust me. I tell you to calm yourself and trust me. You take a deep breath and nod. I move onto my back, my feet touching the floor of the bed as I pull you onto me. You know the position well and squat first before getting onto your knees and sliding my cock into you again deftly. You bob up and down and then I feel it. The weight of his hands on your back, pushing down until you are against me. I can sense it, him moving into your ass, constricting the wall between me. You scream, but compose yourself as he stops, and scream again when he continues. The world is a mess of "oh gods" and "please" and "wows." Then he starts to fuck you and you move with the rhythm, but it's hardly about me at all. You feel him, you move with him, your pussy pulses on me with his jerks. I tell you that I'm going to remove the blindfold but that you can only look at me, that you can't try and look behind, just at me. You nod, but give no other indication, until I take it off. Then we lock eyes, narrowed and together, in love and kindness and depraved sex and everything else—we are one. You put your hands on my pecs and push down on my cock now, mouth opening, eyes more intense than I ever remember seeing them. You're working my cock, hard and with vigor as he moves into you. It doesn't last long, and I don't see how it could, but even before he's grunting you are. Then you close your eyes, dig your nails into my flesh, pull your head towards the ceiling a howl out an orgasm. He follows suit, pushing against you so hard we truly sandwich you. He cums, and I feel your cum and pulsing for it all over my cock. After a moment you put your head at the base of my neck and close your eyes, your hair damp from the seat, random shakes going through you as he pulls out, and even after. We can hear him dress, zip up, and after a moment of packing, the door opens and shuts. You kiss me, long and deep and then you kiss me again. You start pumping up and down on me, leaning the whole of your body into it, but your strength gives out and I laugh. For a moment you look like you'll cry but then you smile, cling to me, say how grateful you are. We rest up a little while longer, me still inside you. You ask me to promise that I'm not mad and I do, but you ask a follow up about what I'm feeling and I say the truth. "I don't know. A lot of things." Then, after a moment. "But I love you very much." You repeat it back to me and cling to me. We breath deeply, fully, relaxed with one another before you pull off and start dressing hastily. You say you want to go and when I ask what's wrong you just repeat it faster, with a deeper edge. So I get up and get dressed, a few steps behind you. You make it to the hallway but then you seem disorientated. I take you by the hand and lead you back to our room, opening the door for you and letting you get in and it's only once your inside that you seem to be able to breath. When I ask you if you're alright you say you're fine, but you bow your head against me and you're crying, at least a little. I don't know what else to do so I pet you, I stroke you and wait for the tears to stop. You take a deep breath and say that you need to take a shower and I move out of your way to let you into the bathroom, but you hold onto me a few seconds longer before you go. The water runs for about ten minutes and then you're back to me, make up off, hair in a towel, eyes wide like you're in trouble. I start to ask you what's wrong but you cut me off and shake your head. Then you tell me that you love me more than you could ever have imagined. That who I am and what I'd do for you terrifies you to your core. That you couldn't imagine life without me, not any kind worth living, and you are so very happy that you met me. I nod so as not to show my confusion. This seems to have been the right answer because you kiss me so hard it cuts my lip before taking my cock into your mouth and giving me the best blow job I've ever gotten in my life. Hold Me Walking on my own Leaving you behind You are crying out You need to speak your mind I could barely focus on the drive home; I was so excited to get home to my amazing girlfriend Laura. Today was our 3-year anniversary and I was going to propose to her. The ring I'd finally decided on was perfect, a gorgeous diamond that was encased by emeralds and sapphires. Sure, it put a sizable dent in my bank account, but she was worth it. As I stood in front of our apartment, I took a deep breath before opening the door. "Baby? Baby where are you?" I walked inside, and heard noises from the bedroom, so I assumed she was watching TV. As I got closer though, the blood began to drain from my face. I opened the door and saw her completely naked, with some guy's cock buried in her. "W-what the fuck Laura?" As soon as she noticed me she covered herself. "I um. I can explain," she said, getting up and letting him slide out of her before she moved over to me, "Well it kind of just happened. I mean, I know that's not a good explanation, but he came over so we could finish something up for work, and well. I don't know. I'm so sorry baby. But we can move past this right? You'll forgive me won't you? I know you will." Something about her apology didn't seem genuine. Actually, the entire thing seemed like a crock of shit. "You don't really give a shit about me, do you? Just get the fuck out." She looked completely caught off guard and she opened her mouth as if trying to say something. "Are you serious? You're leaving me?" "No, I'm not going anywhere, you're the one who's leaving. Get the fuck out. You can come get your stuff later, I need time to myself." "Whatever, I've been cheating on you for a year now anyways, so fuck you. See if you can even do better than me." Bitch. I spent a few days on the couch moping after that. I couldn't believe that she'd been cheating for a year, an entire year? And I was thinking about spending the rest of my life with this girl. The long weekend was almost over though, and I had to go to work in two days. I heard the doorbell ring and I wasn't really very interested in seeing who it was. I was in no mood for visitors -- I hadn't even showered since I kicked Laura out, and the only reason I had gotten up was if I was about to starve to death or pee myself. I dragged myself to the door and opened it. Surprised to see my best friend standing there. I felt extremely self-conscious seeing as he was always critical of me, always wanting me to look my best. "Gabe what in the fuck? You look terrible." Davis looked me up and down, a look of shock on his face. "I broke up with Laura," I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Although Davis was my best friend, he had no filter, and in situations where I was down he either said the perfect thing and made me feel so much better, or said something completely candid that made me feel like shit. "Oh Gabe, I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I felt strangely comforted by his embrace and leaned into it, wrapping my arms around him as well. "I just tried so fucking hard," I said, wiping my nose as I pulled away from him, "I bought a ring and everything, and I was going to propose and I came home and she was fucking someone else in our bed. In our fucking bed." "Baby, I'm sorry." Davis and I had moved to the couch and he let me lean against him as I cried into his chest. "Why don't you come stay with me for awhile? I don't think it will do you any good if you stay in this apartment that you two built together," he looked down at me sincerely, and maybe it was a good idea if I got out of this apartment. "Well maybe. I'll have to think about it though. But thank you. I'll give you a call in a few days alright?" Davis got up, shrugging as he ran a hand through his golden blonde hair. He had always talked about dying it, but seeing as the natural color was seriously beautiful, I'd always convinced him not to. "Okay," he said as he played with his lip ring, "well just as soon as you can okay? I don't want to leave you like this. I love you, and it hurts me to see you like this." I nodded as he left, holding it together to see him off before I burst into tears again. I have many fears of rejection I have many memories of pain I have always been a little shy So I'll turn and look the other way It had been a few days since I'd seen Gabriel after his breakup with Laura, and I couldn't get him off my mind. It's not a surprise though; I've been in love with him since the moment I laid eyes on him. He's so beautiful and he doesn't even realize it. He has the most incredible golden eyes, not to mention the thick black eyelashes that accompany them. And his hair...I just want to run my fingers though his near shoulder-length black hair that was almost always a perfect mess. It broke my heart to see him such a wreck. Of course he's still ridiculously attractive no matter what state he's in, but I hated more than anything to see him unhappy. I never knew what to say to him in situations where he's upset, because I never wanted to say the wrong thing and make him even more upset, but I wanted to be there for him and offer advice. "Fuck," I mumbled, throwing myself down on my couch. When I'd asked Gabe to move in with me I was being sincere, it wasn't just because I wanted to be able to see him the second I woke up, but because genuinely I didn't think it was a good idea for him to be moping around in that godforsaken apartment. I wasn't sure if I should call him, because I didn't want to pressure him into living with me but him being my best friend, I was concerned. I caved, and dialed his number. "Hello," he grumbled, making my heart flutter a little. It was pathetic and juvenile that just hearing his voice had this affect on me. "Hey Gabe, it's Davis, so have you thought about my offer?" I nervously played with my lip ring as I waited for his response. "Yea. I uh, I don't think that would be the best thing right now. Well it probably would be, but I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet. Plus Laura still has to come get her stuff and I don't know if she has her key. And I just don't know if I'm ready to leave everything and just go yet. I mean this place has so many memories for me," he said sadly. Fuck. "Babe come on, you can't just mope around there. And fuck Laura if she doesn't have a key, why do you care? You shouldn't want to even see her. Look, I'm not going to let you sit around there so I'm going to come pick you up in a few hours, so you better have whatever you want to bring with you ready." I hung up the phone without giving him time to respond or argue back. I couldn't really wrap my head around the fact that in just a few hours I'd be living with the man that I've been fantasizing about for nearly 7 years. Gabe and I have been best friends since our freshman year in high school, when we were both only 14. Seeing as our birthdays were only a few days apart, we usually celebrated them together. Although I'd have the occasional wet dream about Gabe, what really sealed the deal was when we kissed at our 18th birthday celebration. We were both rather drunk, and when we went back to my house, Gabriel had been acting kind of funny. He kept holding onto me and I really just blamed it on the fact that he was drunk, but deep down I knew, well hoped that it was more than that. "Come here," I said, pulling him down on top of me. I couldn't believe that I was legitimately doing this. "What? What's wrong?" He smiled down at me lazily, and I only opened one eye as I puckered my lips at him. "Kiss me," I whispered, pulling him down to me. As soon as our lips touched I felt like my heart exploded. Gabriel didn't pull away from me immediately, but when he did he muttered something about going to bed and I didn't see him for the rest of the night. We never really talked about that night, seeing as it would be kind of awkward and possibly would ruin our friendship. But within a week things were back to normal. We never did anything after that, except when I kissed him on the cheek, which always made his cheeks turn the most adorable scarlet color. I felt my cock twitch a little bit in my pants as I began to think about how incredibly gorgeous he really is. I need a smoke. Hold Me The first few times we had sex, we made love. It was sweet, it was romantic. I would have showered late in the afternoon, or taken a long bubble bath. Put on my frilliest underthings. Carefully dabbed on the lightest of makeup, with the most subtle come-hither red lipstick and swoosh of Clinique body power. Picked out the most feminine of silk blouses and not-too-tight not-too-short skirts, with matching medium heels. And after dinner and a movie, or that party at Gerry and Joan's, or the evening in the city at the symphony, we'd find ourselves at his place or at mine. Standing at the foot of the bed, he'd slowly unbutton and unsnap me, and I him. Nervous hands, sometimes almost trembling, and wet open-mouthed kisses of anticipation. I'd be on my back for the longest time, holding my lips apart like a butterfly's wings while his mouth played in my honeyed folds, his tongue and lips making close friends with my clitoris and my fragrant mysteries. I let my pubic hair grow wild and untamed in those days. I wanted my lovers to unwrap me, to get past the frilly feminine trappings and discover the animal within. When they first got into my pants, they were always surprised. Or he would lie back and I would explore him, from the tiny pebbles of his hard nipples to his flat, furry belly, and eventually to his velvet-skinned stiffness, always insistent, always leaking. My tongue would lick him from base to tip in long straight paths, marveling at how he would quiver and throb as I passed over each bump and ridge on my way to that distinctive mushroom head with its dark rim. And when I would finally take him into my mouth, at first just the barest inch of promise, then soon thereafter a plunging engulfing of his entire shaft, he would gasp and squirm in my wet grasp and leak even more. He was a slow and patient lover. He entered me gently, almost hesitantly, making sure that every gradual step was met by a willing and slippery welcome. When he was finally and completely inside me, he would just soak there for a time, while I relished the stretching hardness of him. He was alive in my vagina, and I was alive snugly enveloping him. And then he would move. Tiny little circles at first, then larger circles, then long smooth strokes that teasingly ricocheted off one side then the other. My legs would wrap around his strong back and I surrender myself to him, feeling creamy slick and yielding. My fingers would play on his back or in his hair, and he would kiss my red lips as I nibbled on him and sucked in his tongue the way my red-lipped cunt was sucking in his cock. Gentle touches. Soft sighs. "Are you ready?" he would whisper, and when I replied "Yes" he would quicken his movements. We built together, matching my upthrusting hips to his downthrusting curving tool. I was inflamed and panting, my juices melting from the heat of my loins to lubricate his thick, stabbing erection. And when he whispered "Now!" and throbbed and spurted inside me, the raw excitement of his climax and the warm fluid flow of his semen would trigger my own polite quivering orgasm. We would slip apart, still kissing and touching, showering together only when my nipples lost their hardness and his penis shrank back into the stickiness of his black bushy pubic hair. He would dress and leave me after feathery parting kisses, or we would both dress and he would drive me home. "What would you like me to do tonight?" he finally asked me one evening, his face smeared with my pussy nectar, his rigid pole poised and ready to engage. "Hold me," I told him. "Hold me tight." He wrapped his arms around me. "No," I said. "Hold me down." I curled my arms above my head, and his hands followed. "Take me. Hard." His hands gripped my wrists, not roughly, but not gently either. "That's it," I whispered. His legs straddled outside mine. His cock prodded and fumbled to find my opening. I rocked my hips from side to side, half helping, half not. With a grunt he was in, thrusting firmly until it was fully seated, the friction dragging my labia and pulling on my clit and making me shiver. Now his legs constrained mine from the outside, pushing my knees together. His cock felt huge. "That's it," I repeated. "Now fuck me." He fucked me. Fucked me with short halfstrokes that bottomed out with a straining bending push. My clit twitched endlessly as he fucked me with that huge cock of his. My body squirmed hopelessly under him, pinned down, my arms unable to move. My whimpers turned into moans, and then into gasping, almost screeching animal noises. "Fuck me," I growled at him, "fuck my cunt. Do it." He worked his prick in me, stretched me in broad, twisting motions that felt as if he was tearing me deliciously apart. "Fuck me!" He fucked me. My body shuddered with his every pounding thrust, his back arched, my breasts wobbling freely beneath his chest, his fists tight around my wrists. I fought to release my hands, and when my right hand slipped away from his sweaty grasp I raked red fingernails across his back. He growled and snatched it, returning the escaped hand to join the other. "Hold me tight," I grunted at him, and now he knew why. I came in a blind rush, that first one arriving so fast it surprised me. He kept fucking me, relentlessly, as my body stiffened and my cunt spasmed around his hardness. Now wetter and more inflamed, he kept me on the edge, allowing me no relief. I came a second time, almost as hard as the first, then a minute later a third, blessedly weaker. I was frenzied, fighting against his strength with all my might. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," I gasped. He groaned. My legs struggled to get free. "Let me," I pleaded, "around you." He raised one leg, then the other, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. Now he was impossibly deeper. I felt him all the way up inside me. "Now fuck me," I demanded, "fuck me like a slut." He pummeled into me, and I squealed with the pleasure of it. He slammed his hips against me, filling my slick cunt with his cock that wanted all of me, as fast as he could. "Harder," I pleaded, "faster," and he tried. I held myself open to him and his belly slapped against mine, liquid smacking sounds, the clickety-clack of lubrication as he pistoned in and out, always in and out. His wail was almost imperceptible at first, then grew over a the span of a dozen strokes until it hit him, a grunting groaning impaling thrust that buried him seemingly into the pit of my stomach. I never felt his spasms that time. Mine were so overwhelming. I felt my entire vagina clamp down on his steel-hard flesh, one long drawn out almost muscle cramp of a clench, with something everything pulsing inside me and everywhere around him. We locked together, a lewd tableau of two bodies connected at a fulcrum point of twitching, throbbing slippery heat. And when the tension melted, this time we were both breathing too hard for gentle kisses. His body, then my body, then his again would shudder. Two race horses past the finish line, straining for air. Almost as an afterthought his hands relaxed their grip on my wrists. Only then did I feel the throbbing and the blood flowing back into my cramped fists. I opened them, flexing the frozen muscles. His penis, now softer and less rigid, was still meaty in my tender grip. He remained socketed inside me. "I hope," I whispered, "I hope I didn't frighten you." I suppressed a giggle. I knew I was fibbing. Hold Me Beside You It was there under the moonlight that I had first seen him. He was not your average male, and if I had been a fan of those nefarious Twilight books, then I would undoubtedly have felt like I had met my very own Edward. The male standing in front of me was tall, pale, and sported long black hair that fell to just below his shoulders. It was not a look that had appealed to me before tonight, and I had dismissed him based on appearance alone. Tonight, however, my resolve was not as strong. Or perhaps it was the fact that I could hear my favourite song playing much too loudly through his headphones as he walked past. Being a dancer, music was an integral part of my world, evoking all manner of emotions. This particular song made me want to abandon all caution to the wind, and dance as if no one was watching. I suppose the sentiment was translating into 'love as if no one was watching', because I wanted to take him back to my room and have my way with him. Perhaps I was thinking too loud, because he turned to meet my gaze from the wall he was now straddling. I held his gaze for a couple of seconds, but then had to look away. The sheer power of his eyes was mesmerising. I looked down, an action that resulted in noticing exactly how strong his hands looked. A small moan escaped from my lips as I realised exactly how much I wanted those hands to hold me close to him. Before I could truly fight the instinct, I was walking over to him. I smiled at him as I sat down, leaving very little distance between us. I held my breath as I sat there, waiting for him to create space between us, but he didn't. He returned my smile, and then introduced himself. His speaking voice was not quite how I had imagined it to be, but it worked for him. It wouldn't matter anyway, as it wasn't his voice that I was interested in. Despite the boldness of my thoughts I was feeling a little bit shy, so I was grateful when he made the first move. He rested a hand on my waist, and then slowly trailed some kisses along my neck. I turned my head slightly so that I could meet his lips with mine. I rested my hands on his thighs, steadying myself. I was about to deepen the kiss when he grabbed my legs and pulled me to close to him, one of my legs on each side of his legs. Being moved so suddenly was hot, and I wrapped my arms his neck, returning to the kiss I had wanted before he'd interrupted. His hands disappeared under my top, instantly finding my bra strap. He was clearly an expert in this department, undoing it without any trouble. His touch was electric on my skin, and I wondered if I felt like I was on fire to him. He held one of my breasts, and started to play with my nipples. It didn't take much for them to react, and I moaned as his fingers kept touching them. I reached for his shirt; I wanted to have him topless in front of me. He pulled back to give me room, and the shirt on the ground in five seconds. I trailed kisses down his neck and towards his nipples, licking and sucking them until he groaned. I rested one hand on his pants, confirming that he was indeed enjoying this. He whispered into my ear, his voice low and husky. I reached for my own top and slowly unbuttoned it, teasing him slightly with the great reveal. I moved my arms so that my bra could fall onto my lap, then let it fall to the ground. He pulled me close to him so that my breasts were against my chest, and his hands holding my waist. He rested his forehead against mine as we caught our breath. His eyes were magnificent – I wondered if he wore contacts because his eyes didn't seem natural. The thought was pushed from my mind with his next move, his hands undoing my shorts and finding their way into my panties. I shuddered as he found my clit, knowing that it would be wet from his presence. He murmured his approval, continuing with long, slow strokes. I held onto him tight, trying not to move. My body was a traitor, however, and continued to twitch when he found the right angle. I loved what his hands were doing, but I wanted to feel him inside me. I reached down and rested a hand on his, intertwining my fingers with his slightly. He whispered in my ear, and I obeyed. With one finger I started to touch myself, enjoying how I felt. I didn't want it to be over this soon, so I reached for the button on his pants. I pulled his pants down enough for him to be free. Leaning forward, I trailed some kisses along his length. It was a decent size, and I was grateful that I was wet, and that I hadn't found out before tonight exactly how big he was. He moved my shorts out of the way, and then pulled me closer to him. The action caused the cement wall to scratch my bare skin, but I barely noticed the pain at that moment. He cupped my bum with his hands and lifted me. I bent my legs so that I was resting on my knees, and then slowly lowered myself onto him. The feeling of him stretching me was amazing. His nails dug slightly into me, and he started to gently bite the exposed skin of my neck. It was hot. I reached behind me to rest my hands on his thighs, my breasts in his face. He started to thrust, matching the pace I had set. Every now and then he'd kiss my breasts or suck my nipples. The added stimulation was amazing, and it caused me to move faster up and down his length. He was a perfect match for me. I had never been filled so completely, and could feel him touch the opening of my cervix. It was partly hot, as well as slightly uncomfortable as it was a new sensation. However, I found that I adapted to it, and soon didn't even notice. I felt myself close to coming, and let him know. He responded by moving slightly faster, then holding still for a couple of seconds when he was completely in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him, scratching him, bracing myself for the release. It hit a few moments later, and I cried out his name. As I shuddered around him I could feel him come inside me, his cum shooting its way deeper into me. His lips found mine as we started to calm down, collapsing against each other. We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, until he slowly moved me away from him. I felt a tinge of sadness as he did so, but then he gently buttoned up my shorts, followed by his pants. Gathering our clothing from the ground and handing it to me, he then took me gently into his arms. He carried me back to the room he stayed in, where we made love until the morning. It was a fantastic end to what had already been a wonderful holiday, and I knew I would never forget him.