A Seal Upon Your Heart (38 page)

He sighed and watched her expectantly as her lips traveled downward to the slight trail of hair that ran down the center of his belly to mingle with the hair of his pubis. Tim’s penis strained forward, so hard that he ached. Jesus…he wanted…he wanted her mouth on him. There. He had admitted it. He wanted Martier to suck him and he wanted to thrust quickly into her hot mouth, past her perfect full lips, until he met with her tight throat. His breath felt shallow in his chest as he watched her lips kiss a path downward. The muscles in his belly tensed when her tongue peeked out to leave a wet path that circled his belly button.

He reached out and stroked her hair, making sure not to influence her movement downward. He didn’t want her to know that he was practically praying to God for her to take him into her mouth.

Martier felt Tim’s penis against her side as she moved down, but had intentionally ignored it. She’d touched him many times over the last few days, but it was still a part of him that she wasn’t familiar with. She wanted to know his penis the way she knew his sky blue eyes and the way she knew his smile and each inflection of his voice. Tonight, Martier meant to know every inch of Tim’s penis…

She peeked at the straining appendage that jutted out from his pubic hair only inches from her face. He was purple and so big! Several drops of clear fluid streamed down from the reddened tip, leaving a glistening trail down the veiny underside of his shaft.

She’d never thought much about taking a man into her mouth. Just the idea of intercourse was enough to send her mind reeling without factoring in all of the other possible sex acts that a couple could engage in. But when Tim brought her so much pleasure with his mouth, she began to understand that he wasn’t doing it just because it was a means to bring her to satisfaction; Tim enjoyed tasting her. He more than enjoyed it. Sometimes he kept going even after she had climaxed.

Martier became curious about it. Would she like it? She glanced at Tim and despite his quiet she could tell by the parting of his lips and his half hooded eyes that he wanted her mouth. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft. He was so hot that she could barely believe it. Tim caught his breath and then sighed softly, as if he was easing the breath from his body. Sticking out her tongue she tasted the clear fluid that had begun to stream from the little hole at the very top. It was salty but a little sweet…and something else. She licked him again, this time allowing her tongue to collect more of the fluid. Tim’s body jerked once and then he stilled.

Martier decided that the taste wasn’t what she had expected but still not unpleasant. There was actually a flavor; this was the taste of Tim. Suddenly, her own sex flared to life. This that she held in her hand is what would slip into her body and claim her virginity. This that her tongue now lapped at would one day plant a seed into her womb that would create their child. But first, this would bring her pleasure and drive her to the heights of passion.

Tim felt her warm wet mouth cover the head of his cock and he couldn’t help when his eyes closed and his back arched and he cried out her name. Her grip tightened on his shaft and she lowered her mouth over him, taking about half of it into her mouth before she gagged. She blinked her eyes quickly and continued, gauging from his reaction that she was doing it right.

Tim could barely resist thrusting into her wonderful mouth. He saw her look at him as if seeking guidance but he couldn’t tell her to do anything differently. She sucked him, she lapped at him unlike the Martier that he…

How could he be so stupid?! This was Martier wanting to experience all things sexual! Just like she marveled at his stories and the food he introduced her to, and movies and music. Who was he to treat her like a china doll in the bedroom when that wasn’t what she wanted?! His eyes took on an intensity that seemed almost like anger. Tim reached down and gently cupped her face until she was looking at him again.

“This is how I’m going to make love to you.” And then he thrust into her mouth smoothly and repeatedly holding her face steady so as not to hurt her.

Martier groaned. Her body seemed to explode in pleasure. She was learning that lovemaking was more about the person that you shared it with than the activity that two lovers engaged in. Having Tim thrust in and out of her mouth was more erotic than she could have ever imagined. In that moment Martier became a lover of oral sex.

Her eyes glazed over as her mouth repeatedly received his gentle thrusts.
More
, she thought.
I need more
. She released him and quickly moved up the bed. Tim kissed her, his tongue entered her mouth and when she sucked it he began to tremble. He knew that he would cum before ever completing their union so he had to act now! He rolled them so that he was covering her body.

Her legs parted and he watched her eyes, so dark and filled with passion. Then he lined the head of his penis at her entrance. Her natural lubricant coated the tip and he almost lost it then and there. He continued to look deeply into her eyes as he pushed into her and through the barrier that had given him so much worry.

Martier winced and he felt her fingertips as they clutched at his back. He knew not to stop. He pressed forward until he was half in her tight canal. She was so impossibly tight…he had to be hurting her. But her eyes watched him with something like wonder. He pressed forward, and a soft whimper issued from her lips and he almost stopped until he saw her parted lips and the way her eyes fluttered closed. He placed his lips on hers and kept pushing until he was fully inside of her.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered into her ear.

“Don’t stop, Tim,” she gasped.

Tim rocked his hips against hers before pulling out and pushing gently back into her. He gasped as her muscles enclosed him, seeming to capture him and hold him within her depths. He had never felt anything like this, he had never been with a virgin and all of his previous lovers had been very adept in the act of sex. There had been wild times, and soft sensual foreplay but never before had he felt such a hot, velvety tightness.

He kept a steady rhythm despite the fact that his body was already prepared to seize and buck to its inevitable finish. He fought to continue for just a bit longer, just until he felt her respond…just a bit more…

When it happened for Martier, it was very quick. One moment she was concentrating on the searing pain and the next moment a pulse began to emanate from the pit of her belly and soon it engulfed her entire body.

Her mouth opened and she cried out words that were unintelligible to Tim.

“Yes, baby, yes…Come on Martier, come on baby!” He urged her.

Her eyes squeezed closed as she felt the heat engulf her. Her cheeks burned and she felt as if she had been ignited in fire!  Each time he thrust into her she felt a magnificent energy building. He was pushing her closer and closer to it and for a moment it seemed that it would be too big for her to handle and it would not be contained inside but would spill out; out of her mouth, out of her vagina!

“Please Tim!” She gasped, not believing that this feeling wouldn’t be more than she could manage. “PLEASE!” She begged, unsure of what she was pleading for.

Tim’s hips began pumping faster, driving her closer and closer until he could take no more. With a strangled cry his body finally seized and with one last hard thrust of his hips, he ejaculated deep within her depths. Each shot of semen caused a groan to come from him until soon there was nothing more than sighs.

It was then that Martier’s fist clutched the back of his head and her hips began to buck wildly beneath him. She screamed his name and Tim resumed the pumping of his hips, praying that he stayed hard long enough for her to finish.

“Come on, baby….” He nipped her ear as he rolled his pelvis against her and she mimicked the move. “Yes, baby like that! God!” He felt his cock jerk. Impossible that he could come back to life that quick! It just did not happen! But it did, he was swelling again only seconds after ejaculating.

Martier’s eyes flew open and her head rolled back and forth as she mewed. Her body was lost in the pleasure. It consumed her. She felt him spiral in her and she realized that she was calling out something in a strangely deep voice. Her legs pushed into his back, forcing him to fill her more. She wanted to feel every nerve ending in her come alive. Tim arched his back and pushed deeper into her. He inhaled, taking the scent of their lovemaking deep into him.

“Martier!" His hips quickened as he growled her name. This felt like forever and too quick at the same time.

Martier clung to him as the thrusting of his hips
roughly rocked her body. She felt her muscles finally tense and before she knew it she seemed to explode!

“Tim!” She called out suddenly, clutching him blindly. Her heart thudded in her chest and she felt it in her ears, between her swollen thighs and even in the pit of her belly. After a long while when the tension receded within her, Martier finally looked at Tim. She was happy to see that he was smiling at her. Even though she could see that he was still working to catch his breath, the look of contentment was very clear in his eyes and that joy was mirrored in her own.

Tim felt as if he could collapse, but Martier hadn’t said one word. He watched her closely, relieved that he hadn’t hurt her or caused her to cry, so seeing her beautiful smile was the best gift in the world.

“I love you.” He said, and though it wasn’t the first time he’d spoken those words to her, it was the first time that the words didn’t seem to be enough.

She leaned forward and kissed him. “I love you.”

CHAPTER 33

Friday, when Martier finally woke up, she lay
in bed smiling for a very long time. She rolled over and hugged her pillow and then laughed into it.
Mine
. She thought.
Mine mine mine
. She jumped out of bed and dashed into the shower. As she washed she felt a tenderness centered between her legs but even that wasn’t all-together unpleasant, especially when she relived the night before.

After her shower she slipped into one of the plush terry cloth robes provided by the hotel and curled up on one of the sofas and then picked up a menu. She ordered a muffin basket and a pot of coffee from room service and then looked at the phone and contemplated calling Dhakiya. No. For one thing she would be at work and for another Martier wasn’t in the mood to have her bubble burst.

After room service delivered breakfast, Martier slipped out of the robe, feeling decadent, adult and free. She rubbed fragrant oil into her hair and skin as she ate her muffin and sipped her coffee. She hummed to herself and thought about her transition into womanhood. Did making love make her into a woman? She certainly felt different. She lazed on the settee and grinned at her own private thoughts. Then the phone rang and she darted naked to it thinking it was Tim but it was Elaina asking her what time she wanted to meet up. They set a time and Martier dressed in one of the new casual outfits that she had purchased the other day.

She was heading to the lobby when her cell phone rang.

“Hello?” She answered excitedly.

“Hi, Sugar.” Claudette spoke. “I thought you might want to hang out today. Several of us are going to the West Village and thought we’d do lunch there.”

“Oh…I think I’m going to pass.” She said slightly disappointed that it wasn’t Tim that had called. “I’m actually going sight-seeing today.”

“Oh? Who are you going with?”

“Elaina.”

“Oh.” Claudette hesitated. “I like Elaina but…she wouldn’t have been comfortable had I invited her to join us…and neither would the other ladies.”

“It’s okay.” She hadn’t always been very comfortable, herself. They said their goodbyes, promising to see each other at the conference and Martier met Elaina in the lobby. They greeted each other carefully, and were very polite to each other. But before long the two women got comfortable in the others company and began to have fun and to enjoy themselves.

They saw Ellis and Liberty Islands and as they sat on the boat heading back to the dock the two women stared the Statue of Liberty and Elaina shook her head. “No matter how many times you see this it’s still spectacular.”