Beast of Venery (15 page)

              “I'll let you know if I'm not okay. I... I just need to feel cared for right now, like I'm cherished. Gently, like you're doing now.” She managed to respond bending her head forward, searching his eyes in the low glow of the bedroom light. 

              Running his right hand all the way up her back to her shoulder and down again, he squeezed her butt firmly, not letting his eyes leave hers. Eventually he leaned back, used his grip on her butt to turn her against the edge of the bed and brought her down with him to lie close to his heating body on the comforter underneath them.

              Not moving his hands away from her cheek, he kept a smooth rhythm rubbing and squeezing the skin. Occasionally, he let the tip of his fingers nudge the already glossy lips between her legs.

              She gasped into his open mouth between kisses, letting him know he was working her body and senses in just the right way, playing her like a fine-tuned instrument soon ready for performance. She kissed him, hungry for his taste. She closed her eyes, memorizing every detail of his mouth and the way his hands stroked her. It had been too long since they had touched like this.

              She traced her fingers along his bearded cheek, every strand of rough stubble sending tingles through her fingertips straight down to her crotch. '
What was it with men and facial hair?'
She thought.               Using, not only his hands, but that wicked, luscious five-o'clock-shadow he knew she was crazy about; he took his sweet time, luxuriating over the soft skin of her body. Stroking her, nudging her, and kissing her until she was nothing more than a moaning puddle of wet heat next to him.

              Her hands grabbed onto his strong upper arms and pulled him hard against herself where they were laying, face to face. Her nipples continuously rubbed the material of his shirt. Only breathes, slight moans, and the movement of rustling fabric could be heard in the room. 

              “Baby." He whispered hoarsely. "I'm going to put a finger between your lips and then inside you. Please tell me to stop any time you want. Okay?”

              With her tongue still circling his, her simple response was a desperate erratic nod, telling him she wanted nothing more than having a part of him inside of her.

              Never leaving her hungry mouth, he sucked her plump, lower lip deep in between his teeth, letting his tongue play against the delicate skin. Lifting one of her legs, spreading her knees open, he let her roll onto her back. She felt her slick folds open up as a light breeze of air made everything between her legs tingle in anticipation and excitement.  

              “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

              His face leaned over hers. Lips lightly brushed hers while he moved his hand slowly from her knee, up and over her inner thigh. 

              “Oh, nothing... nothing really.” She hesitated. 

              “Your tongue stopped moving against mine as soon as I spread your legs. Tell me what you're thinking. I'm not going to touch you unless you want me to. Want to just make-out instead?”

              How did she get so lucky ending up with this man? Honor and courtesy above anything else. Someone who wouldn't touch her even on the brink of his own eruption. 

              “Please tell me.” He urged her. Leaning up on his left elbow he let his head rest in the palm of his hand, stroking his fingers in gentle circles on the skin of her stomach.

              “I'm just... well, just when you moved my legs I was reminded of Brian doing the same thing that night in the dining room, I guess.” 

              Instantly a blush crept up her skin and she tried to press her heated face into Andy's chest so he wouldn't see her embarrassment growing in pink hues all over. 

              “Hey, don't hide from me.” He smiled.

              Pushing her chest gently from his, he stared into her face. She was trying her damnedest to avoid his look by any means and didn't turn back to face him until he caught her chin between his fingers, refusing to let her feel like this.

              “Don't be embarrassed. I would never laugh at you, and you know that, babe. You also know that I'm nothing like Brian, but I can understand that memory being triggered by certain things we do, especially in bed. Like a childhood memory being triggered by a special scent of a flower, or the taste of a favorite food, or a phrase someone used around you when you were little. Perhaps we need to practice the same things, certain sexual movements over and over again, to let your brain create a new memory associated to us having that type of sex. Like something that you know you might like to do with me but couldn't replicate Brian in any way possible, and do that thing over and over again so you never have to hesitate or think of Brian's touch instead of mine. What do you think about that?”

              That was the sweetest and romantic idea she had ever heard in her life, more romantic than any bouquet of flowers, or sweetness of chocolate boxes on Valentine's Day.

              “Well, to start with... that was amazingly romantic. You're so smart, which is
the
biggest difference between you and Brian. Secondly, the gentle way you're touching me now is as far from his touch as I could ever possibly imagine. I suppose, if I knew you would always start super gentle with your hands when you touch me... you know, between my legs,” Embarrassed again she pulled her hands over her face to cover up the redness growing in speed over her skin. “Then I would never have to think twice about if I'd like what you're doing or not.”

              Pulling her hands down from her face, he smiled and kissed her gently. Reassuring her that he would do just that, and wished that time would heal some of her mental scars. 

              “Do you want me to try that out, like right now?” Soft lips kissed their way from her mouth to her ear. He nibbled her earlobe into his mouth to suckle on.

              Quietly, she suddenly reached down and touched his hand, still making slow brush strokes on her stomach, and moved it slowly down together with hers, down until she felt his fingers slide softly between her moist swollen lips. His hand fit perfectly between her legs.

              With an unrestrained voice, he groaned deeply into her ear. Her hand guided his, the way she would have touched herself if he hadn't been there. Slow strokes of his fingers up and down between her inflamed lips, starting at her clit and ending at her anus. Up and down, up and down.

              Over and over again, his fingers subsided to her rigorous hand. Her fingers clenched over his, and as unexpectedly as she had started she pushed her middle finger right over his, and slipped them both inside her moist center as one. 

              The filling intrusion made her back arch away from the soft comforter beneath her. With eyes closed, she let her mouth fall open, moaning incoherently into the open air. 

              Vaguely seeing her face in the dim room to truly evaluate if her expressions of pleasure were real, what he heard and felt from her made it obvious she enjoyed what they were doing; the way their fingers moved together inside her, the way her mouth stayed open, and the small moans she was producing. By the way she swayed her hips up to meet their two hands, he knew she was just as turned on from this as he was. 

              “Please don't stop.” She whispered. “It feels amazing. God, I can't believe we're both inside me and I meant to go gentle and slow. But God it feels so good. So good.” The last word was drawn out until it was cut off by a shallow gasp.

              His mind and body were on fire. He couldn't do anything  except groaning out staccato sounds of “yes” and “fuck” every time she used words to describe what their fingers were doing deep between her legs. She made their pending love making look like a center fold article of a porn magazine, displayed for him only. Center fold, pussy spread – his Danielle.

              An imaginary picture where she painted a very vivid image of where his fingers were, how they made her feel, and what she wanted him to do next. 

              “I said I wasn't going to rush you." He nuzzled his nose into her hair. "But by the way you are working this right now I'm going to explode in my pants soon. I'm... I'm absolutely fine with that, but if you want to do something else we should probably do that... very soon.” He gasped in her ear while rubbing his jeans clad cock into her side. Oh, he was definitely happy to be next to her. 

              Abruptly, she pulled both their hands out and up from between her legs and moved them to her mouth, sucking both their fingers inside, twisting and twining them with her tongue. With huge eyes, he watched her lively tongue play with their hands, knowing where they had just been, and that she could most certainly taste her own arousal. He knew firsthand how wet she was down there.

              “No more, baby.” He said pleadingly, trying to pull his hand out of her firm grip, but she simply pulled his hand right back and sucked his long index finger hard into her mouth until it reached the end of her throat.              

              “Please, no more.” He pleaded once again. “I'm gonna come if you do any more of that.”

              The urgency in his voice made her giggle. Holding such strong power over a big man, with as little as a finger suck. She sank down her teeth into the skin of his finger before she pulled it out and kissed the pad gently. Circling it with her tongue, and kissed it once more.

              “Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're Aphrodite and the devil mixed together. If you keep on doing this I'm going to make the inside of my jeans very, very wet. Honestly, I even think I made them slightly moist already.”              

              Turning her face towards him in the dark, displaying a spectacular, show your entire teeth smile, she let him have his hand back and whispered.

              “Take off your shirt and pants and lay down on your back right now, right here next to me.” One lazy, moist finger pointed at the bedding between them.

              As if being shot out of a cannon, he undressed with the speed of light. Pooling his attire on the bedroom floor around his feet, and was back onto the bed and splayed down on his back like she had instructed within seconds. 

              “That must be a world record of some kind.” She giggled as she slowly began the seductive straddling of his naked body.

              My God was this man gorgeous. Long legs, great thighs, and although he was hiding it right now, a splendid firm ass. She'd witnessed that booty for years. In jeans, in dress pants, but preferably bare. Him walking out of the shower and in to the bedroom to get dressed, nude. Oh, those delicious cheeks were deadly. Deadly good to look at. Deadly good to lick and bite.

              Her hands traveled along his taut belly and up to his chest, the simple touch leaving them both breathless. She let him caress her thighs all the way up to eventually grab her full breasts in his hands, as she put herself into position over his erection. Transferring some of her wetness onto the stern length of his cock.

              “No offense,” He seemed to panic, not wanting it to be over before it even started. “But we haven't done this in a while and I'll be damned if I come on my stomach or right here on the bed next to us, like some over the top horny teenage boy having sex for the first time.”

              She pressed his hard length down to his stomach with the help of her wet pussy, and rubbed her folds and her clit up and down the length of his cock, while she feasted on his mouth.

              “Babe,” She whispered into his mouth. “Please try to restrain yourself and don't push up inside me. No matter how much your hips want to jerk and buck up. Let me take my time easing down on you. Okay?”

              Her words mumbled into his mouth, tongues mixed with wet kisses. A single nod was his only response, but as soon as she reached her hand back to grab his cock between their bodies her hand fumbled slightly and his cock started twitching under her touch. 

              “Fuck! For God sake, Danielle, remember what I just said about being a horny teenager, one more touch like that and I'm done. I'm gonna fucking explode.” 

The image of Andy as a turned-on, steamy teenager made her smile. What it would have been like to have known him then.

              “So what will the end result be if I do this?” Smoothly, she moved her warm body down his, licking and sucking every part of his skin her lips could find on his upper body. Lavishing one of his nipples with warm saliva, before tugging it gently between her teeth.

              “Baby, please...” Panic had gone into desperation.

              “Please what?” She smiled under her unsparing touch, moving her energetic tongue down to circle his belly button, licking the wonderful trail of hair leading down to his masterpiece. Just like a piece of art, there it was. The most magnificent sculpture of all times, saluting her in the face.

              Suddenly he grabbed her head with both hands to stop her. “As much as I want to feel your mouth around my cock, I can't do it. I'm almost exploding just imagining what you can do to me.”

              “Are you sure? I'll treat you well, you know.” Resisting his hold to take him deep inside her mouth, tasting every inch of his cock, she placed small wet kisses all around his standing length. Devouring the warmth of his skin, and the taste that was only his.