Making the Hook-Up (7 page)

“Please, go get that bench, before I lose my mind, Aden.”

“Mack made a mess of your robe,” he said, playfully, ignoring
her, as he knelt before her and pretended to dust away a cluster of Mack's muddy paw prints. They were so deeply imbedded into the material, it was clear they weren't coming out until the dry cleaner's took them out. Aden stroked a little harder and in bolder strokes, until he had traveled up the right side of her body, up to her waist—stroking, rubbing and caressing. Finally he was standing and gazing directly into her eyes. He slowly slid his hands from the cool air of her room, to the inside of her robe, and onto her warm smooth naked body. With his chin resting between her neck and shoulder, and his nose planted in the middle of a fragrant cloud of her freshly washed hair, he surrounded her magnificent ass with his strong fingers, and slowly feathered them up and down the backs of her healthy thighs. He quickly reached down and freed his agonizingly hard dick from his pants. The sight of it and the sensation of its pressure and the stroke of his large hands made Yanni moan and reach out for him. She miraculously gathered enough strength to take control and reciprocate his sensual generosity. She turned up the heat by lavishing his dick with exotic caresses, premoistened with the sweet sticky juice from her body. She took a deep breath and guided him, by his shoulder, down to the carpet, and then she knelt. When they were facing each other again, she pulled the mauve satin tip of him into the slick curtains of flesh that surrounded her pussy. He closed his eyes and gasped. She encircled his muscular neck with her arms and gave him a few long hot kisses.

She didn't stop until they were both completely out of breath and in the royal blue velvet mood for a full-blown fuck-o-rama. They both said something unintelligible and almost by instinct, they stood and faced each other. The moment was so intense that she started to back away, but Aden grabbed both of her hands and pulled her back into him. He slid his hands through
her arms and rested the knot of his clasped hands on the shelf of her firm ass, and sighed, “I'm sorry about your robe, Yanni. I'll have it cleaned for you, baby. Give it to me. I'll put it in my car when I go get the bench.”

“My robe?”

“Yes…I want to see you—all of you.”

Some of her hesitation was “first time” awkwardness, but most of it was masterful teasing. Yanni's robe had never come off more seductively. Aden enjoyed the slow lusty dance. Her skin gleamed from the herbal oil salt scrub she had used. When she was done, she extended her paw-printed robe to him and bowed. Suddenly, his hands shot out and gently trapped her breasts. Like fleshy reins, he guided her to him by them, and then kissed her more deeply than ever. Still holding one of her breasts captive, his warm moist inner lips trailed slowly as a bead of honey to her other breast, where he tongue-whipped her stiff nipple into a joyful buzz. He buried his other hand deep between her legs and slid it back and forth in her slippery warmth. With all the discipline she could muster, she asked him to stop.

He opened one eye. “You don't like it?”

“I adore it. I just want…to try that bench.”

Aden sighed, slid his hand from between her legs, and calmly licked it clean.
Nothing quite like a man who looooooves the taste of hot pussy,
she thought.

He sulked. “I shouldn't even have told you about it. I should have kept it a surprise.”

“Ha! That little bench is the reason you're here. You piqued my curiosity.”

“Well, since you put it like that…I'll go get it. You're gettin' ready to experience a
fuck royale
, Yanni Roberts.”

She seductively spread her legs, bent at the waist, gently grabbed her ankles, and then slowly ran both hands up her legs.
When they reached her pussy, she took up where Aden left off, only with more hungrily desperate moves. She trapped her clit and lips in a tight
V
of her fingers and fiercely smoothed them. She flipped her hips and hair from side to side, continuing to please her body, with her back against the wall—eyes closed.

Aden couldn't get down to his car fast enough. Yanni chuckled as she watched him slip and slide, like the long-lost fourth Black Stooge, down the grassy rain-slicked incline of her front lawn, hustling his way across the freshly muddied walkway, every now and then doing a little James Brown move, in his “way too nice for the rain” boots. He finally made it back to the porch.

Aden carried the bench with ease. When he returned, they shared a beautifully odd and silent moment, pregnant with possibility.

She was still giggling as they climbed the stairs to her artsy loft, but things turned serious once he revealed the unusual bench.

“The bench…” He winked.

“Ooh,” she sighed, easing her smooth feet back into her fluffy feather-trimmed white high-heeled slippers.

The intricately inlaid legs of the bench were adjusted to have a slight incline and a space below that was just large enough to accommodate another body. Cut in the center, the top had a long boat-shaped hole the size of a generous piece of pie. It reminded Yanni of an ornately carved wooden tricycle with adjustable legs instead of wheels. The handlebar ends were padded with pastel blue-green velvet grips. Just imagining how it would be used made her sigh steam.

“I'm going to take you on ride, you'll
never
forget.”

With Yanni's highly skilled assistance, Aden undressed. He walked to the window to enjoy the sight and sound of the rain, beating down much harder, joining a powerful wind that
was bullying the leathery leaves and branches of a row of old eucalyptus nearby. Other than the flame of a single candle, the lavender-blue light from her window was the only light in the room. The candlelight enhanced each sweat bead, dip, and dimple on their bodies, polishing the dresser tops and hardwood floor with shimmering pale gold.

“Ready?” she clipped impatiently, straddling the low bench. He walked back to her.

“I was told by the artist that a woman can intensify the already powerful sensation by pulling back her lower lips, before she sits.” Yanni pinned back her thick outer lips and squatted back down onto the bench, easing her burning cunt into the diamond-shaped cutout. The wood nearest the hole had been tooled and sanded to a surprising comfort.

“Ooh, that feels incredible,” she purred. “So, now what?”

“Just hold on and enjoy, baby.”

Aden opened his small dark green overnight case and pulled out a bottle of black cherry-flavored lubricant.

He said, “I'm going to start with my hands, so I can have the pleasure of seeing your face twist, and your body twitch, while I proceed to Fuck! You! Up!”

He began by delicately ice-skating with his fingertips, into and away from her clit. Every time she started to lose it, he'd slow down to a crawl, or distract her with other exotic toys—a naughty ivory silk scarf from Paris, decorated with a thousand black, maroon, and golden-brown dicks—a powerful miniature finger vibe from China that looked and waggled like a human tongue. Aden applied soft maddening strokes from a large antique bamboo calligraphy brush and gently kneaded her most sensitive flesh with an obsidian stone that he had warmed. He used his strong skillful tongue to give her an encore.

“Sssssssss…” she winced. “Aden?”

“Yes, ma'am?” He pulled his head out from under the bench and looked directly into her eyes, still busily attending her gulping pussy with his circling palm. She admired the tapestry of veins and the hard pulse of his penis, in the rapidly fading last light of the dreary day.

“Sharing pleasure makes me even hotter. Would you mind if I sucked your dick?”

“Oooh, I don't know,” he teased, but stood as fast as he could and positioned his hard dick near her full, parted lips.

She leaned forward and pulled him into her mouth with her lips. He buried his fingers in her long rebellious curls until he had two secure fistfuls of her hair in his command. Sure he talked his macho shit, but it was clear to both of them that his hands were only along for the ride. Yanni knew, without being guided, the power and tempo he needed to be licked, sucked, and touched into retreat. She went berserk on his dick with her mouth and the cup of her upper throat. He had to pull away to keep from coming. Once he regrouped, she used the silky veined underbelly of her tongue to massage his balls and thighs with an uncommon tenderness—taunting him until he recaptured control.

“Can't take it, huh? What you gon' do when I whip this spasmin' pussy on you? Come back here! Where you trying to go? I ain't th'ough with you!”

He started rockin' it into her mouth, like he was unaffected, and in rebuttal, she started roughin' him up with powerful dick-length sucks.

“So, you want to play hardball, huh?” he finally moaned, pulling out of her mouth. “Ladies first! I like to ride my pussy while it's in the middle of orgasm spasm.”

“Fine!” she giggled.

He knelt in front of her and while kissing her, reached beneath the bench and applied the most glorious ten-finger manipulation
to everything within reach. It felt like she was being devoured by a ten-tongued clit-licking machine. He didn't just massage, he talked insanely sexy shit to her. He told her how he was going to pound the pink out her pussy. He told her that he was going to spring her like last year's Slinky and that this wasn't a one-time wonder.

He said, “You're mine now. And from now on…”

“And from now on…what?” she sneered, on the verge of convulsion. He had methodically filled her juicy cunt full of cherry tomato-sized stainless steel balls, knotted together with a silky silver cord.

“When we're together, you're mine, and you'll do as I request, understood?”

Ordinarily, she would have snapped, “Buuuuull…shit!” but she was feeling so beyond wonderful, from the inventiveness of his touch, she whimpered, “Maybe!”

They laughed so hard they almost had to start back at square one, but both of them were so heated from all the wild love play on the bench, that it didn't take much time to return to their earlier height of passion. Aden dived back under the bench and started a relentless onslaught of clit tricks.

As Yanni began to release, he slowly pulled the long steel beaded cord from her body, still suckling her stiff pulsing clit. Simultaneously, he massaged her hungry anus with a barrage of slithering strokes. It was the most body-wracking cum she had ever experienced. Aden continued devouring every nano-particle of her clit, vulva and vagina and all she could do was moan and receive his exquisite pleasures. When he added a chain of deeply penetrating kisses, Yanni's body began to throttle like she was being electrocuted. She helplessly blurted confessions of love. Inspired, Aden mined her clit with his talented tongue, for wave after wave of orgasm. Just when she started settling into
a zone of Zenlike peace, he lifted her from the little bench and positioned her in a gaping
V
on top of her dresser. A single opalescent rivulet of love juice trailed from her voluptuous ass. He captured it, sensually circling her long thick nipples with it, and sternly circled the inside of her opening with what was left. He kissed her again and anxiously searched for her Good Spot with the stiff curl of two fingers. While exploring her fleshy lips with his tongue, he carefully pressed his satiny head into her damp, still clenching bowl and began a slow and methodical fucking that left no wall untouched.

The sight of him—eyes half open, mouth contorted in a sensual snarl, nostrils flared as he bent down and savored the scent of her neatly shaved bush—made her pussy reignite. As he pushed and pulled his thick hard meat in and out of her, the rhythmic sticky smacks began to sound off from her lower lips, causing her body to explode back into flame.

In a blaze of sexual madness, Aden snatched her legs up into the air and placed her ankles in the yoke of his shoulders. He tilted his head into her feet to enjoy the feathers of her slippers brushing against his hot skin. He took complete advantage of their new position and dug, deeper still, into her, bullying her slippery clit between his thumbs. She responded with ass-whirling grinds and riotous animal-like cries and grunts. She met each of his thrusts with matching grinds and begged him to hold it right there, with his bold new strokes.

Suddenly, still deeply embedded, he moved them into the bedroom chair that faced the rain-streaked French doors, and swiveled her body, so that she faced the view.

Aden had used several Eastern techniques to keep from coming, but the sound of Yanni laughing through tears, begging and taunting with her magical voice, moved him dangerously near the edge. Suddenly a loud clap of thunder, followed by
bright explosion of lightning, filled the room. Yanni yelped and broke for the bedroom door. She was running in air, even after Aden caught her.

At first it tickled him how frightened she was, but he never laughed. He could see that she was terrified. She begged him to let her go, but he wouldn't. He asked, “Go where, Yanni? Where could you ever be safer than here in my arms?”

He gently positioned her back onto his dick and held her there.

“You probably think I'm being a big stupid baby,” she said, wiping her tears, shivering and jerking with every thunderclap or crackle of lightning.

“We all have our fears.”

“What's yours?”

“Promise you won't laugh?”

She cut her eyes at him and sniffed, “I can't afford to laugh at anybody.”

Yanni couldn't see it, because his face was buried in the trench of her spine, but Aden's face was twisted like he'd just sucked the sourest lime on earth. He shook his head vigorously in a contorted frown and confessed, “Mice.”