8 comments/ 27327 views/ 10 favorites Across the Room Ch. 01 By: myalteregoisahedonist As soon as I see her across the room, I know I have to have her. She is just leaning against a back wall, nursing a beer, and idly watching a game of pool, but there is something so incredibly sexy about her casual aloofness. It does not hurt that she has on a pair of short shorts that show off long, tanned legs and a tank top that displays her equally lean, tanned arms. She is gorgeous. Long hair, beautiful eyes, and soft curves; the embodiment of everything I love about women. Not even the dim lights of the bar can prevent her beauty from shining through. I envy the beer bottle she puts to her lips as she takes a drink. I want to feel those lips on mine. I want to taste them, tease them, bite them, suck them. Anything, so long as I can have them pressed against me. The mere thought of kissing her has me soaking wet and achingly aroused. Realizing that I have probably been staring for longer than was appropriate, I turn back to my friends at the bar. But as I attempt to keep up my end of the conversation, my attention keeps turning back to her. Every time another girl approaches her, I hold my breath. I am jealous of their courage. I feel inadequate in my jeans and t-shirt with my short, messy, dark hair. When she turns each girl down, my heart soars and my anxiety rises. If she turned down all of them, what chance do I have? With shaking hands, a pounding heart, and shallow breaths, I finally work up the courage (aided in part by a few beers) to make my way across the room. Halfway there, she looks up and locks eyes with me. It feels like electricity scorching through my body. I stop walking for a heartbeat and she lifts the corner of her mouth in a half smile. It was then that I knew she was aware of what she is doing to me. There is nothing more dangerous than a beautiful woman who knows the effect she has on others. There is also nothing sexier. Now that I am standing in front of her, I am at a loss for words. I like to think of myself as pretty smooth and self-confident when it comes to flirting with women, but, apparently, that version of me was gone tonight. Stripped away by killer eyes and an alluring smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" Fuck. That was original. Why didn't I think of something to say when I was across the room gawking? She smiles again and lifts her full beer so I can see it. Shit. Well, I can see this is not going to work. "Oh, okay. Have a good night." As I turn around to sulk back to the bar, I hear a chuckle and then she grabs my arm. "Wait a minute." My heart starts hammering in my chest once again. I turn back to face her. "Yeah?" What the hell? I swear my brain has stopped working. I need to get out of here before I embarrass myself further. "How about a dance?" Wait a minute, what? Did this goddess just ask me to dance? Why didn't I think of that question? She cocks her head to the side and all I can think about is how much I want to run my tongue along her neck. I want to taste her sweat and her skin. Her eyebrows raise and I realize she is still waiting for me to answer the question. Smooth. I have been standing here gawping at her for at least 30 seconds without saying anything. She probably thinks I am a little daft by now. Finally, I manage to engage my brain long enough to choke out a mumbled, "Yes." She grabs my arm and leads us towards the dance floor. Women pack the floor but we manage to squeeze in. The crowded floor forces us to dance close together, but I am not complaining. She is nearly the same height as I am and, as we come together, I can feel her breasts pushing into mine. Instantly, my nipples are rock hard, almost to the point of pain. She puts her arms around my shoulders and I put my hands on her waist. My previous nervousness fades as we start dancing. She pulls our hips together and I am reminded of how aroused I am as the seam of my jeans rubs against my swollen clit. I rub my thumb along the small gap between her tank top and shorts. She leans into me and I can feel her lips brush against my ear. My entire body shivers and I can feel goose bumps rise on my skin. "I saw you watching me. I've been waiting for you to make a move all night." As her breath washes over the sensitive skin of my ear, I am afraid my legs are going to give out. She does not seem to notice and leans into me once again. "The way you were looking at me made me so hot I almost had to go to the bathroom to take care of myself, but I didn't. You know why?" She leans back and our eyes once again lock. I respond, my voice husky with arousal, "Why?" "Because I knew it would be much more fun if you helped." "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I first walked in here and saw you leaning against the wall." My response makes her pupils dilate and her breathing speed up. The clear signs of her arousal cause my stomach to clench and my clit to pulse. I slide my thigh between hers and start a slow grind against her pussy. I can feel the heat of her center burning my thigh where it is pushed against her. The action causes her to make a whimpering sound in the back of her throat and she moves even closer to me. At this point, I am barely aware of the other sweaty bodies tightly pressed around us. All of my focus is on this sexy woman who is slowly driving me crazy with want. My eyes move down her face and I watch in fascination as her tongue pokes out and wets her lips. I desperately want to follow as it retreats into her mouth. Leaning forward, I lightly brush my lips against hers. Her lips are so soft I have to kiss her again. My lips press more firmly against hers and I run my tongue along her bottom lip, entreating her for entry. Her lips part slightly and my tongue slides inside. I groan into her mouth as I explore. She tastes divine and it is as though I cannot get enough. My tongue teases hers, stroking along the bottom of its length. She moans and our tongues duel, a back-and-forth dance between our mouths. She nibbles lightly on my lips and grinds her pussy harder against my leg. I do not know how long we make out on the dance floor, but when she pulls back from the kiss I can tell she is close to the edge. Her skin is flushed, her heart is racing, and her body is tense. My own body is on fire. My stomach is so tight I am afraid I will cramp, and my pussy so wet I am sure it is soaking through my jeans. She bites along my jaw line and sucks my earlobe into her mouth. Breathily, she whispers into my ear, "I'm going to the bathroom. Would you like to come?" The double entendre is not lost on me. Even with all of my blood rushing to the lower half of my body, I can still think clearly enough to nod my head in the affirmative. She grabs my hand and pulls us towards the back of the club. Of course, there is a line for the bathroom. She stands in front of me and leans back against my chest. Her ass pushes into my groin and my clit feels like it might explode. I lean forward and sweep her hair to the side as I softly kiss her neck. My hands move around to hold the front of her hips and she covers them with her own. As she gently rocks against me, I continue my exploration of her neck. The same neck I have been fantasizing about all night. I kiss, lick, and nibble my way to the back of her neck where I bite down hard. Her nails dig into my hands as her body arches against me. I suck on the tender skin, leaving a mark. Some primitive part of me enjoying marking her, claiming her for myself. She whines softly and tries to move my hand down to cup her center. I resist, drunk on the power of making a gorgeous woman desperate to come. When we finally get into the restroom, I follow close on her heels as she goes into one of the stalls. I ignore the knowing looks we receive from the other patrons. The only thing on my mind is fucking this sexy woman. As soon as I get the door latched shut, she is on me. Her lips are bruising as they press against mine and she is rocking her hips frantically against me. I slide one hand under her tank top and tease a stiff nipple through her bra. She breaks her mouth away from mine and whispers urgently, "Please." That is all it takes. My other hand slides down and unbuttons her shorts. Before I even have a chance to unzip them all the way, she grabs my wrist and shoves my hand down them. I realize she is not wearing any underwear and I growl low in my throat. The palm of my hand brushes against her pubic hair and makes its way down to her soaking wet center. I use my index and ring fingers to separate her lips as I run my middle finger over her stiff clit and down to her entrance. I circle around the opening for a moment, but I know that neither of us is in the mood for teasing. I plunge one finger inside her. She moans into my mouth and sucks on my tongue. Her pussy is hot, tight, and wet. Her vaginal walls grip my finger and I answer her moan with one of my own, past the point of caring what other people in the bathroom might be thinking. Groaning, she whispers against my lips, "More." It is difficult to maneuver my hand in the tight confines of her shorts, but I manage to slip another finger inside her. She rocks against me as I fill her, hooking one of her legs around the back of my thigh. I move my thumb up to stroke her clit and I know she is going to come. Her head falls back against the wall and her mouth opens in ecstasy. Her pussy clenches around my fingers so hard it almost hurts. A rush of liquid fills my hand and I smile triumphantly. She pulls my lip between her teeth and then says, "Your turn." Before I have a chance to react, she is on her knees and pulling my pants and boxers down around my ankles. I almost lose it when I realize what she is going to do. I can feel that my thighs are wet with my juices, and the strong smell of sex fills the air. My clit is stiff and protruding from its hood, practically begging for release. When she leans forward and sucks it into her mouth, my entire body jerks against her. "Fuck, I'm not going to last long." She moves her mouth away from me and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, "That's what I want, baby. Come in my mouth." Wrapping her arms around my legs and digging her nails into my ass, she takes a long swipe of me with her tongue. She lightly bites down on my clit as she flicks her tongue around it. When she scratches her nails down my ass and the back of my legs, it sends me over. My eyes close and I see flashing lights behind my closed lids as the waves of an intense orgasm overtake me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out my pleasure and grind my pussy into her face. She lifts her head and I see that her face is covered in my juices. A pounding on the door breaks me out of my post-orgasm stupor, "Hey, are you done in there yet? There's people out here who need to pee!" "Yeah, just a minute," I yell back. The situation comes back into full focus and I remember that we are in a bathroom stall. "Fucking hurry up!" Giggling, she pulls up my pants and buttons them again. Once she is standing, I can see a smile on her face and I have to steal a quick kiss. As we pull away she asks, "Your place or mine?" "Mine. I only live about a mile from here." She grabs my hand once again and leads us out of the restroom. Anticipation for the night ahead runs through my body. I picture her naked on my bed and I can feel myself getting wet again. As we are leaving the club, I realize something and pull her to a stop. She turns to me, a question in her eyes, while she waits for me to speak. "This might be strange to ask now, but what is your name?" Across the Room Ch. 02 She laughs at my question, "You're right, it is strange to ask that now." Then she pushes me against the wall outside the club and her tongue invades my mouth. My hands move to her ass as she grinds her hips into mine. I had an intense orgasm only minutes ago, but I am more than ready for another. My boxers feel uncomfortable pressed against my swollen and wet sex. Low moans in the back of her throat tell me that she needs to come as well. There is no way we will make it if we try to walk to my place. I really have no interest in being caught fucking on someone's lawn and I know that is what is going to happen if we do not find a bed soon. It takes a while for my sex-addled brain to come up with a solution to the dilemma. But when I do, I break away from the kiss and mutter one word against her lips, "Taxi." She nods her head and we quickly flag one down. The five-minute ride to my house is excruciating. She teases me the entire time, kissing, nibbling, and licking a hot trail across my jaw and down my neck. I can feel her hard nipples pressed against my side. By the time we get there, I am sure I am going to come the second she touches me. I grab her arm and practically drag her out of the cab. While I am unlocking the door, she presses against my back and sucks on my earlobe, whispering, "I can't wait for you to taste my pussy." At that thought, I feel my own pussy flood. Once we are inside, she grabs me and presses her lips to mine. Our tongues rub against each other, eliciting moans from both of us. It is a bruising kiss, one of desperation. My hands run over her back as hers comb through my hair. After several minutes, she pulls away and rests her forehead against mine. I am nearly whining with the loss of her soft lips and duck my head down to capture them again. Grabbing a fistful of hair, she prevents me from reaching my goal and, instead, she murmurs, "Bedroom?" The question takes a moment to sink in, but once it does I quickly grab her hand and lead her to my bedroom. Briefly, I hope it looks halfway decent. Hoping that I had picked up my dirty clothes and made my bed that morning. But all those thoughts leave me as soon as I turn around to see her taking her shirt off. I am frozen, my clit pulsing along with my rapidly beating heart. She just smiles at me while she reaches around to unhook her bra and step out of her shorts. Moonlight shines brightly through my open blinds, bathing her nude body in its sensual glow. The body that made my mouth water when it was covered nearly makes me pass-out when I see it fully revealed. I slowly take in her gorgeous body, from the sharp lines of her collarbone, to the soft swell of her breasts, to the gentle curve of her hips, and down the lean muscles of her legs. "You're so fucking beautiful." I do not realize I have spoken aloud until she laughs lightly and steps forward to press her nude body against my fully clothed one. "Thank you. Why don't you take your clothes off so I can repay the compliment?" That is definitely not something I need to be asked twice. She steps back and I grab the bottom of my t-shirt, ripping it off over my head. My bra and jeans quickly follow my shirt onto the floor. I feel like a teenager discovering sex for the first time again and I can tell she is amused by my eagerness. However, the promise of sex with this stunning beauty is enough for me to let go of my ego and forget trying to play it cool. I have no problem letting a woman know how badly I want her, how much she makes me ache with desire. I may lose some butch points, but I can tell my excitement is stirring her own passion. When I go to pull down my boxers, her hand on mine stops me. "No. Let me." She is standing close enough that her nipples brush lightly against my own chest. It makes me shiver and I can see her eyes darkening with pleasure. I nod my head and she smiles. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, she slowly pulls them down my legs. Her fingertips feel like electricity dancing across my skin. Once she is finished, she stands up again and steps back to look me over. I allow her to return the frank perusal I had given her body only moments ago. The hungry look in her eyes banishes any self-consciousness I might have. The warm, earthy scent of my arousal reaches me and a slight twitch of her nose lets me know she smells it too. "I was right. I definitely can repay the compliment. You're just as sexy as I thought you would be." "Thanks, but, just so you know, you're allowed to look and touch." My comment is intended to be playfully seductive, but as she moves towards me, I am sure that I am not the one doing the seducing. She looks like a jungle cat advancing on its prey. The only difference is that this prey is willing. Very, very willing. When she is in front of me, she reaches down and firmly cups my center with her hand. I very nearly embarrass myself by coming as soon as she touches me. My legs shake and the blood pounds between my legs. I know she must feel my clit pulsing erratically against her palm and my juices have surely coated her. "Hmmm, look and touch? Lucky me." She then leans forward and bites my lower lip while she rhythmically squeezes with the hand covering my sex. I breathe a groan against her lips and I can feel them turn upwards in a smirk of supreme satisfaction. I grind against her hand for a few moments; I am so close to coming. I can feel my whole body tensing and the first wisps of pleasure float in my belly. But I have other plans. I reach down and grab her wrist, moving her hand away from my throbbing clit. She looks at me in confusion, her eyes clouded with lust and her lips swollen from our kissing. "What're you doing? I can feel how close you are. Your pussy is so hot your come is dripping into my hand. Let me finish." Her words alone nearly finish the job her hand started, but I am determined. "No. I don't want to come until I have your taste on my lips." At those words, she shudders and then uses my hair to yank my head back, exposing my throat. Her hot mouth glides over my neck, making me groan and thrust my hips against her. Lips pressed against me, she whispers, "Then taste me." With that, I am thrown into action. I reach down and grab her ass, lifting her up as I move towards the bed. She wraps her legs around me and the sensation makes me growl. I can feel the heat of her sex where it is pressed against my stomach. She is so wet that her come is dripping down my body. I ease her onto the bed until her back is against the headboard and then move my body over her. I let my weight press into her and moan into her shoulder at the feeling. Her skin is velvety soft and flushed with her arousal. Her heels dig into my ass as she tries to get me to press harder against her aching center. I reach back and unhook her heels so I can move down her body. I stop only briefly to admire her lovely breasts with their hard, red tips. My tongue teases them and I nibble at the tender skin, making her writhe against me. I move farther down her body and lift her legs over my shoulders. I run my tongue along the inside of her thighs, tasting the juices that had trickled onto them. Her heels lock around me once more, this time behind my head, and she pulls my face into her. I am more than happy to give in to her unspoken request and I let my tongue play across her folds. Her moans of ecstasy and thrusting hips let me know she is getting closer to coming. I wrap my arms around her legs. One hand I use to hold her still and the other I use to pull the hood back from her clit. It is bright red, swollen, and throbbing as though it may burst. When I circle it with my tongue, I can feel it pulsing in time to her frantically beating heart. She reaches her hands up and desperately grabs onto the headboard. Her head is down and she locks eyes with me while my tongue is buried in her pussy. Seeing her face at the height of arousal sends shivers through my body and makes me moan loudly into her. The vibrations from my throat are what finally send her over the edge. Her back arches up from the bed and she lets loose one of those deliciously sexy moans that lets me know I have done well. I rest my head on her thigh and lightly stroke her leg with the tip of my fingers while she relaxes from her orgasm. I am still hungry for more and, after she rests for a few minutes, I start kissing a path up the inside of her thighs. She stops me with a firm hand against the back of my neck. "Oh, no you don't. It's your turn." "Let me just make you come one more time and then you can have me. I love the way you taste, it's addicting." "Tell me you're not ready to burst?" Her comment makes me aware of the beating pressure between my own legs. She is right, I am ready to burst. But I am not about to give up my place between her legs, no matter how badly I need to come. Seeing no answer to the problem, I take a long swipe with my tongue in a bid to distract her. She murmurs, her voice hoarse with arousal, "Turn around." Oh, I guess there is a solution. I quickly flip my body around so my pussy is hovering above her face and I can still reach hers. She quickly grabs my hips and pulls me against her mouth. Her tongue teases, avoiding the spot where I need her most. Groaning in frustration, I move my head down to repay the favor. She still tastes heavenly to me and I greedily lap at her ample juices. However, this time, I am distracted from my pleasurable task when she suddenly sucks my clit into her mouth. Knowing how close I am and determined to take her with me when I come, I thrust two fingers deep inside her as I flick my tongue over her exposed clit. She cries out against me as she orgasms and her shouts drive me to my own climax. I manage to roll off her and move around until my head rests on the pillow next to hers. The smell of sex permeates the room and the only sound is our labored breathing. I feel her roll over onto her side as her arm drapes across my stomach and a hand cradles my breast. She teases the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. My eyes close at the delectable feeling and I know I will be ready for another round very soon. Her tongue moves around the outside of my ear and I feel her breath wash over me as she whispers, "Do you have any toys?" Across the Room Ch. 03 "Well, that depends. What sort of toys are you hoping for?" I lazily turn my head to face her while waiting for her to answer. I am still in a languid stupor from the hard come she gave me only moments ago. Her eyes hold the same hazy pleasure I feel, but I can see a fire burning in them. We are definitely not done yet. She licks her lips and gives me a sexy smile. Rising up on her elbow, she leans over me and whispers against my lips. "The kind of toy you can use to fuck my brains out." As she takes my mouth in a passionate kiss, my pussy clenches and my clit comes alive once again. My body is on overload. How did I get so damn lucky? I have a gorgeous woman in my bed with what appears to be an insatiable sex drive. I am certain that there are few better things in the entire world. When she pulls back from the kiss and I manage to get my breathing under control, I make an attempt at a coolly delivered reply. "Ohhh, that kind of toy. Yeah, I definitely have that. There're a few in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Take your pick." Smiling saucily at me, she scampers off the bed and begins rummaging around in the drawer. I sit up and lean back on my elbows while I watch her eagerly sort through the selection. Admittedly, most of my focus is on her beautiful backside and those two cute little dimples at the base of her spine, right above the soft swell of her ass. I love those dimples. I want to run my tongue around the slight indentations. I wonder if the skin there would taste as sweet as the rest of her? "This is quite the assortment. Do you have any suggestions?" "Hunh?" Distracted by my musings about her luscious body, it takes me a moment to figure out what she is talking about. "Oh, hmmm. Well, the purple one is a favorite. It's not too big and the bumps on it hit all the right spots." "Ooooh, that sounds fun. The purple one it is." With that, she attaches the purple dildo to the harness and holds it out towards me. I swing my legs off the bed and stand up. For a moment, I am a little concerned about whether my legs are going to hold, since I am still a little shaky after my orgasm. But, after a few seconds, my legs are steady and I smile cockily at her. I take the proffered gift, slip it over my legs, and adjust the buckles around my waist. When I am done, I look up to see a hungry expression on her face as she gazes down at the fake cock protruding so lewdly from between my legs. She unconsciously licks her lips and I am suddenly concerned once again about my legs giving out on me. "I take it that means you like it?" She is only able to manage a vague nod, her attention fully focused a little farther south of my face. I grab a bottle of lube out of the drawer and put some in my hand. Deciding to tease both of us a little, I slowly stroke the length of the dildo. It pushes just hard enough against me to make my clit twitch and I can see her breathing starting to increase. Eyes still glued to my cock, she reaches up and starts playing with her nipples. My hips jerk forward against my hand and I can feel my heart starting to beat faster. I know I am soaking wet again and I feel the moisture starting to drip down to the inside of my thighs. Voice raspy with arousal, she manages to say, "That's really fucking hot." "Then why are you standing over there just watching?" That gets her attention. Her eyes snap up to meet mine, and in a flash she is pushing me backwards to sit on the bed. She is quickly straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips, and the dildo trapped between us. Our lips meet in a fierce kiss and she wraps her arms around my shoulders. My hands fall to her ass and I knead the skin there, helping her grind her pussy against the cock. It does not take long before both of us are back to the desperate-to-come stage of horniness. I can smell the combined scents of our excitement growing stronger and feel my clit pulsing where it is trapped under the harness. I break away from the kiss and lean back slightly, intending to demand she put the cock in her before we both explode. However, her lips chase after mine, eager for contact. When she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and starts running her tongue along it, I completely forget about making any demands. I am more than willing to go along with this sweet torture, even if I am sure that my clit is going to be permanently damaged from prolonged arousal. I move my hands around so I can cup her breasts. I play with her stiff nipples, pinching and pulling them. Low moans in the back of her throat are all I need to know that she is enjoying the somewhat rough treatment. I can feel the blood rushing to the tips as they swell and the skin around them puckers. I reach down and grab the dildo, rubbing the head of it between her drenched pussy lips. The shaft is soon glistening with both her come and the lube, and her hips are thrusting with tremendous force against it. This time, when I break away from the kiss, she lets me pull away as she turns her head and leans her cheek against mine. I nibble and tease her conveniently placed earlobe before throatily whispering to her. "Put it in you, baby." She leans back and I feel her hand grab onto the dildo as she puts her other hand on my shoulder for balance. The small gap between our bodies gives me a perfect view as she places the head of the cock against her entrance and lets it slowly push inside. I look up in time to watch the pleasure wash over her face. I love the way a woman looks when you fill her. That open-mouthed, heavy-lidded look is enough to make my pussy clench in sympathy. Working her hips in small circles, she slowly lowers herself all the way down until the shaft is buried to the hilt between her lips. Her head falls back and she stays there for a moment, taking some time to catch her breath. But my own aching clit is not happy with the delay. I put my hands on her hips and urge her to move. My voice is nearly a growl as I tell her, "Fuck it. Now." I punctuate my statement with a powerful thrust of my hips. The movement brings a sharp cry of pleasure from her throat and her eyes drop down to meet mine. The fire burning in them earlier has turned into an inferno, I feel like melting under the intensity of it. She places both hands on my shoulders and starts to ride me in earnest. Her moans grow louder as my hands on her hips help guide her. There is a reason this is one of my favorite dildos. The small curves on it hit your g-spot perfectly. Every time the cock pushes inside, it brings you closer and closer to the edge. Sweat sheens on her skin from exertion and I can tell that she is going to come soon. Her hips start jerking erratically on the dildo as her climax begins. I do my best to thrust against her to help prolong the orgasm. When the first climax ebbs, I reach down and stroke her fully engorged clit with my thumb. This action makes her bury her face against my neck, muffling her screams of ecstasy as she comes again and again. Finally, with one more hard thrust, she collapses against me, pushing me until I am lying back on the bed. The position makes the dildo slip out of her and her whole body shivers at the loss. But while she relishes the post-orgasm stupor, my body is still strung as tight as a bow. Sensing my discomfort, she rolls to the side and slips a hand underneath the harness. "Awww, poor baby. You still need to come, don't you?" Her fingers find my clit and all I can manage is a barely discernible, "Fuck, yes." As her fingers expertly tease my throbbing center, she starts licking and teasing my breasts. When her teeth close down sharply on one nipple, my back arches and I come hard against her hand. After a few moments, she pulls her hand out from under the harness and we shift around until we are in the middle of the bed with our heads on the pillows. Her fingers idly play with my still twitching stomach muscles, drawing random designs across the sensitive skin. My arm is curled around her back and I rub lightly around the aforementioned lower-back dimples. When I look down at her head resting on my chest, she is looking back up at with me with a devilish grin. "What's that look mean?" "Welllllll, I want more, but I'm too tired to be on top. I don't suppose you have a solution?" This time, I am the one with a devilish grin, as I roll us over so I am in a half pushup position above her. I reach down and run my finger lightly around her entrance, surprised to find that she is still soaking wet. I then grab the dildo and guide it into her, letting it ease a little ways in and then letting it pop back out a few times. I can tell this is driving her insane, every time it comes out, she moans and arches her back towards me in an attempt to reclaim it. Finally, I take pity and drive the cock hard inside of her. She puts her legs on my shoulders and grabs fistfuls of the sheets as I pound into her. I lean over her and grab onto the headboard in order to give myself some leverage. Fleetingly, I wonder what my neighbors must think as they hear the headboard banging against the wall, but that thought dissipates when I lean down and capture her lips in a demanding kiss. My ass and thigh muscles burn after a several minutes of constant, hard thrusting, but my aching clit and the soft moans she is making encourage me to keep going. Soon, she is lifting her hips to meet every push, driving the dildo even harder against both of us. My clit twitches violently under the confines of the harness and I know I am about to come. My head drops to her chest as I climax and I feel her nails dig into my arms as she quickly follows me over. Completely exhausted, I roll over to the side and shimmy the harness off my hips, dropping it onto the floor to deal with later. With a contented sigh, she rolls over and throws a possessive leg across my body. We leisurely make out for a while, until we finally succumb to the need to sleep, the early dawn light shining through the windows. I wake up several hours later, the sun high in the sky. The bed next to me is empty and her clothes are gone. I lie there thinking about the amazing night. The smell of sex still clings to the sheets and my muscles have that pleasurable soreness that only occurs after a night of great sex. I picture her gorgeous face and perfect body. I chuckle to myself as a thought occurs to me: I never did get her name.