Needs (An Erotic Pulsation) (2 page)

She looked down demurely, debating whether she should tell him that one of her nastiest sexual fantasies had always been to sleep with a man just out of prison.  The hunger, the virility, the desperation.  It set her body aflame just thinking about it.  But she decided against telling him.  Instead, she
grabbed her wine glass and took a long swig.

Swallowing the wine with an audible gulp, she asked, “Did you get that tattoo in prison?”

“Yes,” he replied in his typical monosyllabic fashion.

“Is it an eagle?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“No, it’s a vulture.”

“Why would you get a tattoo of a vulture?”

“Because everyone in prison is a vulture.  From the inmates to the guards.  So I decided to imprint the vulture on my skin.  That way, the symbol would lose its power.  And I’d be the vulture.  Swooping in to…” Steel cut himself off, noticing the unnerved expression on her face.  “I’m sorry.  I’m not used to being in the company of a lady anymore.”

Mary Anne wanted to ask him a million questions, especially about what his charges had been in prison.  But she frankly didn’t feel like talking.  In the last years of her marriage, sex with her husband had been so infrequent and bland that it left her yearning constantly.  Since her divorce, she had dated a sorry collection of balding, middle aged men.  She hadn’t glimpsed a man like Steel except in her nighttime fantasies that never seemed to come true.  But she could make her fantasies---and his---come true right now.

Smiling naughtily, she strolled over to the tavern door and locked it as Steel watched through blazing blue eyes.  Without saying another word, she walked over to the bar and stood a few inches away from him.  Red wine was potent on his breath, and the scent excited her.  Eagerly, he bridged the small distance between them and clasped her face in his hands again.  Just a kiss felt like heaven as he molded his lips to hers and inhaled her perfume.

Mary Anne, the lifelong good girl, responded to his kiss with an urgency to rival his as she pressed her breasts against his brick solid chest.  Steel instantly felt winded at the incredible pressure of her cleavage and pulled her tightly against him, shoving his hands up her dress and caressing her hips inside a lacy pair of panties.

Summoning all his control, Steel paused, ending the kiss and staring at her through glazed pupils.  She looked at him challengingly as if to say, ‘Trying to resist me?  Don’t bother.  I’m irresistible.’  And indeed she was irresistible.  But if he didn’t slow down, he knew he would cum right there in his pants.  And he wouldn’t allow himself to suffer that kind of humiliation.  The only way to experience Mary Anne was to pretend that she was a bottle of fine red wine.  To be tasted.  Sampled.  Appreciated.  His Neanderthal needs would just have to wait a little longer.

“Let’s slow it down, beautiful,” he urged hoarsely.

“Slow it down?” She arched a pretty eyebrow and pouted.

He chuckled and nodded.  “Yes.  I have to.  Let me just discover you…” he licked his lips and walked around her.

Kissing the nape of her neck, he gripped the buttons of her dress and undid them one by one.  His instincts demanded that he rip the dress to shreds and fuck her on the floor like an animal, but he rose above those base needs.  Even as Steel’s fingers trembled, he patiently unbuttoned every snap of her dress until she was naked to the waist.  Gulping as sweat formed on his brow, he eased the dress off her shoulders all the way down to her feet.  He knelt on the floor like she was a goddess to be worshipped.  Kissing the backs of her knees,  he helped her step out of the dress, leaving her in a pale pink bra with matching panties.

Mary Anne spun around to face him, confident about her toned body that would make many women half her age envious.  He indulged in the sight of her breasts and zeroed in on the nipples peeking out through the sheer material.  She looked 100% natural and so ripe, so womanly that he felt ready to pass out from desire.  He seized her lips again while moving his hands down to cup her breasts inside the bra.  His fingers trembled more violently than before as he
pebbled the nipples and squeezed firmly.  She cried out against his mouth, relishing the sensual attention that she had been missing for so long.

“I haven’t been in prison, but it’s been forever for me too,” she admitted on a husky breath as he massaged her breasts gently.

“Then we both have a lot of catching up to do,” he managed to rasp, stroking the nipples with his thumbs and perceiving their deep burgundy color through the fabric.

Impatiently, Mary Anne pushed his hands away and cupped her own breasts.  Looking him square in the eyes, she yanked the fabric of the cups down so her nipples were on full display.  His heart raced madly as he grabbed her breasts and pressed his thumbs against the bared nipples.  Wetting his lips, he tried to stay in control and not devour her breasts like the junkyard dog he felt like.  Breathing unsteadily, he continued to stroke and stimulate her nipples, pinching them occasionally, but mainly caressing them with the pads of his thumbs.

“You know you want to taste them,” Mary Anne whispered seductively.

“I do,” he answered excitedly, taking her words as an invitation to sample her succulent flesh.

Steel stared at the ambrosia displayed before him like an offering from Venus.  He reverently bowed his head towards the woman’s breasts as she sighed in anticipation of feeling his warm mouth.  Instinctively, Mary Anne tangled her fingers in the stranger’s messy hair as he clamped his lips around a pert nipple.  He groaned as his tongue made contact with the flesh, savoring the delicate taste and texture.

Mary Anne pressed her bare legs together, feeling a wetness drip between her thighs as the starving man suckled her breast.  Her ex-husband had always rushed through foreplay and gone through the motions without any fire or fascination.  But this man who called himself Steel was the polar opposite, bathing her nipples with his tongue and making her feel flattered just from that intimate contact.  She glanced down at him as he curled his fingers around her orbs and pressed them together to take both nipples in his mouth at the same time.  His erection was visibly straining against his jeans as he grazed his teeth across the dual peaks before gliding his tongue in circles around them.

Steel tried not to pant or groan too much, but the woman’s beauty overwhelmed his senses.  He needed to be inside her, but the delicacy of her breasts was too delicious to pull away from.  For long minutes, he kept his face pressed against her cleavage, tugging at the fully distended nipples with his lips and licking the swollen areolae repeatedly.  Mary Anne let him enjoy his fill as she massaged his scalp and moaned softly at the exciting sensation of his mouth.

“Amazing,” he muttered between a mouthful of her breast as she giggled breathlessly.

“Taste good?” She teased, finally pulling a few inches away.

He gawked at her nipples as they pointed at him, beckoning him to take erotic possession again.  Provocatively, she swung her breasts like a pendulum over his face as he stuck his tongue out to recapture the buds.  She grabbed her breasts and withheld them from him as he wobbled to his feet, feeling almost nauseous with lust. 
Seductively, she peeled the bra straps off her shoulders and tossed the lacy garment onto the bar counter.  Her panties disappeared a moment later, leaving her stark naked under Steel’s keen perusal.

Savagely, he tore the zipper down his jeans, grimacing as his hard-on spasmed and ached to be set free.  Mary Anne caressed her nipples that were glistening from Steel’s tutelage as he ripped his shirt off and flung it on the floor.

Naked, he lunged forward as she instinctively cowered but then relaxed as he sank to his knees again and affixed his face to her bounty.  He tested the wetness by slipping one finger inside of her, grunting in victory to feel her slick and ready.  She held her breath as he slid two fingers against her clit while gazing up into her eyes.  Aggressively, he shoved those fingers inside of her as she cried out in excitement.  He pushed his fingers rhythmically in and out of her as she released her breasts so they swayed in the air.

Lowering her hands, she placed her fingers over his and encouraged him to go deeper.  Eagerly, Steel impaled her with his fingers as his breathing became more ragged and his hard-on twitched with painful need.  Mary Anne was clearly relishing his extreme arousal as she stood above him like a queen, making him feel like her servant.  And he loved it. 
He would do anything to please this exquisite woman, even if it meant waiting another hour for his own gratification.

“What do you want me to do?  Tell me.  I’ll do anything,” he whispered while tremors rocked his bloodstream.

“Lick me.  Suck me,” she answered immediately, parting her folds with her fingers and squeezing her clit.

Obediently, he touched his tongue to her clit and lapped up the salty sweet juices as she moaned loudly.  A knock sounded at the door to the bar as she cried out, but they both ignored it.  Whoever was outside would have to stay outside.  They could listen, but they couldn’t come in.  Steel spread his tongue all around her clit as she pulled on his hair and moaned in rapture.  Heavy breathing could be heard outside the door, and they both knew that someone was listening.  But they didn’t care.

Mary Anne couldn’t think of anything right now, not even what would become of her business if one of the employees or customers heard her having sex in the bar.  In this moment, she needed Steel’s mouth more than anything.  Restlessly, she shifted her hips side to side and up and down as Steel’s tongue tormented her into a state of acute arousal.  She felt overstimulated but far from reaching an orgasm as his tongue flicked lightly at her clit.

“I said suck me,” she reminded urgently, pushing her hips into his face.

Instantly, Steel parted his lips and sucked the clit into his mouth as she screamed indulgently, and the breathing outside the door became louder.  Mary Anne yanked viciously on his hair as he tended to her every whim, sucking the nub forcefully, hoping she would cum soon so he could finally be inside her.

“More,” she demanded as he trapped the clit between his lips and sucked as deeply as he could.

Groaning, he reached a hand down to his impossibly hard cock and stroked it several times.  The contact was a tantalizing prelude to the oblivion that awaited him inside her juicy canyon.  He squeezed the tip of his cock to relieve some of the pressure while never removing his mouth from her clit.  Feeling a surge of excitement course through his rod, he stopped touching it, afraid he would cum before he got a chance to get lost inside her.

Unaware of everything other than her own desire for release, Mary Anne continued to grind her hips in his face as he sucked her closer to an orgasm.
  Her yelps became more shrill as his tongue tugged at her clit, dragging it insistently towards release.  Faintly, Mary Anne heard the door rattle as if someone was trying to force his way in.  But the lock was firm, and the efforts soon stopped as shallow breathing resumed.  Crying out indulgently, Mary Anne submitted to the ferocious climax that peeled through her, leaving every nerve center vibrating with pleasure.

Steel tore his mouth away from her and instantly plunged inside her wet cave.  His movements were frenetic and desperate as he single mindedly sought his own gratification.  Mary Anne moaned softly, feeling the onslaught of a second climax as Steel’s cock became even more rigid inside her.  Steel spewed seed hotter than fresh lava inside of her as his orgasm rendered him dizzy and starry eyed. 

Sweet Goodbye

Nude and perspiring, the two exchanged awkward glances, neither sure of what to say next.  The heavy breather outside the door had vanished somewhere between Mary Anne’s first orgasm and Steel’s eruptive satisfaction.  Grinning to herself, Mary Anne wondered if it had been one of the tavern boys who had jerked off while listening to her have sex.  Voyeurism wasn’t one of her usual fantasies, but it made her moist even now to think of one of the hot, horny 22 year old bartenders getting off on listening to her.

Steel absently caressed her sweat-matted hair and lay a possessive hand over her bounty.  “What next?” He asked.

“What do I want you to do next?” She asked tartly.

He shook his head in amused disbelief.  “Well, sure, if you still want more, I’ll gladly give it to you.  But what I meant was…what now?  Do you want me to get dressed and go?”

Mary Anne pursed her lips thoughtfully.  Truthfully, there was no future for her and Steel.  She was a business owner, highly respected in the community.  And he didn’t even have a job.  They would never be a serious couple, but perhaps she could keep him strictly for stud service.  The idea of calling on the virile man whenever she needed him made steamy moisture flow from her bounty onto his hand.
  Maybe she could live out another one of her longtime fantasies with him: dominance.  Soft spoken and polite, Mary Anne had never dared to slip into the role of dominatrix.  But she had always been curious how it would feel to have a man worship her. 

Eyes widening, Steel worked his hand over the wetness, massaging her swollen inner lips as his cock rose once again. 
“I guess you don’t want me to get dressed and go,” he muttered, climbing over her.

“Not yet,” she said tersely, eager to take control of him again.  “Don’t get on top of me.  I’m not ready.”

“Oh you’re ready,” he protested, gliding his hand along her wetness.

Shaking her head in disapproval, she leapt to her feet off the bar and gestured for him to do the same.  As soon as Steel was standing up, Mary Anne moved behind him and placed a hand over the taut muscles of his buttocks.  He flinched at her touch as his erection pulsated straight ahead.  Without warning, she slapped his tight ass as he smarted in surprise.  His instinct was to whip her with his cock and punish her for trying to subdue him.  But the woman was too compelling to resist.  Gritting his teeth, he allowed her to slap his ass over and over again, each blow hitting harder than the last.

“Who’s in control?” She asked triumphantly.

“You are,” he gritted as she slapped his ass to reaffirm that obvious truth.

His hard cock pulsed in the air as the demure woman transformed into a bold dominatrix and brutally struck his ass with the palm of her hand.  She bit her lower lip, evaluating the redness that her slaps had caused.  With all the force she could muster in her feminine frame, she slapped him one more time as his muscled flesh vibrated against her hand.

“Ah, that one really hurt,” he muttered bitterly as she pushed him onto the bar.

“Don’t complain or I’ll bruise you some more,” she warned, guiding his cock towards her.

Gluing her gaze to his, she took charge of his cock and inserted it all the way inside her.  Straddling Steel on the mahogany bar, she pressed down on his shoulders and took command of the movements.  As he darted his cock in and out of her sheath, she lifted up off of him to deny him the penetration.  He thrust his pelvis up furiously, desperate to be inside her again.  But again and again, she gracefully lifted off of him until he begged her for full penetration.

“Stop doing that. 
Please
,” he pleaded, hating how pathetic he sounded.

“Doing what?” She feigned innocence, lifting up so just the tip of his cock was inside her.

“You know what,” he rasped, slamming upwards into her body.

“Oh!” She moaned
as he filled her, making her need his thick hardness as much as he needed her plush wetness.

Grunting, he pumped up into her as the lines of authority blurred, and they both became carried away in the natural rhythm.  Mary Anne shoved her breasts in his face as he eagerly lashed his tongue against a nipple while cresting up to possess every inch of her bounty.  A moment later, Steel groaned, furious with himself for not having more self control.  But the release was too volcanic to be held back, and he groaned as every last drop of seed poured out of him.

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly.  “Let me make it up to you.”

Mary Anne caught a few locks of hair in her hands as he moved his mouth towards her bounty.  “Not now.  I have some questions for you…Steel.”

“Like what?” He sighed, resting his head on her smooth inner thigh.

“Like, w
hat’s your real name?” She asked curiously.

Hesitating for a beat, he sighed and said quietly, “Stavros.”

“Stavros?” She echoed the unusual name.

“Yes.  It’s a Greek name.  My parents were from Greece,” he revealed.

“And how did Stavros become Steel?” Mary Anne inquired.

“In prison.  All the guys in there knew I was being framed.  I was locked up for killing my neighbor.  Supposedly we had a brawl over
a lawn mower and I stabbed him.  Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous?  The geniuses over at the precinct finally figured out that it was his wife who killed him.  Now she’s behind bars and I’m free.”

Mary Anne shook her head in amazement while listening to his story.  Tilting her head to one side, she said gently, “But that still doesn’t explain how you got the name Steel.”

“Oh.  Yeah.  The guys started calling me Steel because of how strong I was in prison.  Never broke down and boo hooed for myself.  Never complained.  I just basically steeled myself against everything and dealt with it,” he explained matter of factly.

Mary Anne’s lips twisted into a grin.  “I thought it was because you’re
so hard.  I mean, that’s why I would call you Steel.”

He grinned back at her and requested, “Call me Stavros. 
Just once.  I haven’t heard my real name in so long.”

“Okay.  Stavros,” she repeated sweetly.  “Now you better be on your way because I have a winery to run.”

“Will I see you again?” He asked, feeling like a desperate school boy.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” Mary Anne said gravely.

“Right.  What was I thinking?” Steel asked bitterly, smacking his hand against his head.  “Why would a classy lady like you want to be with a loser like me?”

“I guess you misunderstood me.  You
will
see me again.  When I let you,” she said with deliberate authority.

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“I mean just be patient,” she said, striding over to him and placing a hand on his crotch.  “I’ll need this again.  Probably very soon.  Come back next week and meet me outside in the vineyard.  We’ll get tangled up in the grape vines.”

Her promise was seductive torture to
Steel but he didn’t argue.  He couldn’t risk that she would change her mind.  “Next week at this time?” He asked anxiously.

Mary Anne nodded, grinning as she felt his cock pulsate under her hand.  It would be a long week for them both, but the tension would be exquisite to break.  “Go
od night, Stavros.”

Confidently, she strolled to the door and unlocked it, indicating for
him to leave.  Pressing a spontaneous, lingering kiss to her lips, he gathered her back into his arms.  She coolly returned the kiss and ended it abruptly as he glared at her through eyes that seethed with reinvigorated desire.  Impudently, Mary Anne grinned, giving him a gentle shove out the door and locking it firmly behind her.