Six Months Later (2 page)

I slid off the
table, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, then ran my fingers
through all that rough chest hair.  Then I rubbed my cheek against his chest,
marveling at the feel of his hard hairy chest against my soft skin.  I snaked
out my tongue and twirled it around his nipple, then gave it a quick nip before
sliding down his body to my knees, tugging his jeans the rest of the way down
with me.  "Lift your feet," I whispered, then sent the pants flying
when he complied.  No underwear, I noticed.  Nice.  "Now lean your ass
against the table."

I was too short
to stay on my knees and reach his dick enough to give it the attention it
deserved, so I grabbed a chair and settled in, then took a moment to admire his
lower half.  Hard abs.  Dark hair winding a path down to his incredible long,
thick cock nestled between strong, hairy thighs, right at eye level.  I licked
my lips, then tilted my head and looked up at him.  His eyes were on me, decent
again now that my dress was back in place, except that I didn't have on any
underwear now either.   

"Do you
want my mouth on you?" I asked, knowing full well he did, and really bad. 
If he was any harder, he'd explode.  But I thought he deserved to suffer a bit considering
it had been six long months since he'd fucked me.  His fault, not mine.

He mumbled
something I didn't catch.  I reached out a ran my finger along the length of
his velvety shaft, then flicked my tongue over the slit in the head.  I knew he
was dying to grab my head and shove his cock down my throat, but that wasn't
happening until he said it.  "Ummm?" I whispered.  "I didn't quite
get that."

He grabbed a
fist full of my hair and pulled, forcing my head back so I looked him in the
eyes.  Then in a low husky voice he said, "Suck my cock, Emily, please."

That worked for
me.  I was dying for a taste.  Wanting to prolong his suffering, I snaked my
tongue out and licked his hardness from head to base ever so slowly and back up
again.  But by teasing him I was teasing me, and I couldn't take it anymore.  I
gave the head an open mouthed kiss, took it in my mouth and sucked hard, then
swirled my tongue greedily around it.  He tasted salty and sweet and so
familiarly John.

His rough intake
of breath told me I had his attention, so I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper
into my mouth, welcoming his thick length.  He was so fucking huge and I wanted
every inch in my mouth, down my throat, in my pussy and up my ass, over and
over.  My clit buzzed with lust and I took a hand and ran it through my
wetness, stopping at that throbbing nub and twirling my finger on it hard.  I
took his dick out of my mouth long enough to whisper, "I'm playing with
myself while I'm sucking your cock, John, imagining it's your fingers rubbing
my cunt.  Does that turn you on?"

He moaned and if
possible, grew even harder.  I smiled and drew him in my mouth again.

His hands
tangled in my hair and held on tight as I worked my lips up and down his hard
dick, sucking and licking and tasting every delicious inch of him.  Needing
more, I reached over and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. 

"Damn,
Emily, that feels so good.  I've jerked off every night for months, dreaming of
your sweet mouth surrounding my dick, remembering the way you fucked me,"
he murmured.  "I love the way you suck me in so deep."

His words
inspired me and I worked harder, pulling it in even deeper, fucking his cock
with my mouth and my tongue and loving every damn minute of it.  I ran my hands
over his thighs, back up to his ass, marveling at the pure maleness of his
body.  He was so fucking hot and I wanted to devour every bit of him.  His
hands tightened in my hair and then he was sliding faster, his dick pushing so
far down my throat I almost couldn't breathe.  I knew he was craving his
release and I wanted to give it to him.  He was so close.

He was slowing
down.  "We need to stop or I won't be able to hold it back."

I ignored him
and kept right on sucking, wrapping my hand around his base and jacking him
hard.  He gave a strangled groan, his cock jerking in my mouth.  I raked my nails
down his ass and this time it was him who came unglued, his life giving seed
shooting down my throat, and I held him in my mouth until I'd swallowed every
delicious drop.  Then I slid him out, sat back in my chair and grinned.

Sweat drenched,
he collapsed on his knees in front of me and buried his face in my lap.  I put
my arms around him and stroked a circle on his back, resting my head on his. 
It felt so good and I felt more at peace than I had in months.  I'd tried to
forget him, but in doing so I'd paid a price, losing just a bit of my soul.  I
had no idea if we could make this work, and I was still very pissed at how he'd
left me, but I knew in my heart I wanted him to stay.  Not that I planned on
admitting this, however, at least not yet.  He needed to work for it and I
planned on enjoying every bit of his struggle to succeed in his quest to win me
back.  I don't care what anybody says, revenge is sweet.

We stayed that
way for a good five minutes and I thought about what had just taken place.  My
pussy tingled and gushed again and I wanted more of his hard cock inside me,
now.  So, I stuck my tongue in his ear and whispered, "Fuck me some more."

John lifted his
head from my lap and grinned that sexy grin of his I loved so well.  "My
pleasure.  But first I want another taste of this."

With that
declaration, he pushed my knees apart, dived under my dress and attached his
mouth to my pussy, then in a leisurely swipe, dragged his tongue from my hole
to my clit, down again, up again, once more back down.  I whimpered and threw
my legs over his shoulders, getting a good grip on his neck and scooting my
butt forward so that my cunt pushed hard against his face.  His lapping sped up
as I chanted, "Eat me, eat me, oh god, put your tongue inside me,
please!" 

My crotch rocked
against his mouth, inspiring mind blowing sensations.  But I wanted more. 
"Put your dick inside me, please John, I want it so bad."

He groaned,
removed his mouth from my pussy and pulled me to my feet.  "Bend over the
table, baby," he said.

I compiled and
wiggled my ass at him as he pulled my skirt up around my waist, then shoved his
fingers so deep in my wet pussy that I moaned, pushing my ass back against his
hand.  His fingers slid in and out of me in perfect rhythm with my jerking ass
as my juices gushed out and coated his hand.  "Jesus, oh my god, John,
fuck me harder!"  

His fingers
fucked me faster and faster, until I was writhing and moaning against the
glass.  "Now your dick, please, now!" and I felt his fingers slide
out and then his hard, huge cock slamming into me, harder and faster and so
deep I thought I'd split in two.  With his hands on my hips, John rocked us
together so hard his balls smacked my ass with each thrust forward.  My pussy
gushed around his cock and I completely lost control.  "Yes, yes, yes,
fuck me!"   

I don't know how
he managed it while pounding me so hard, but John reached a hand around my body
and zeroed in on my clit, rubbing and squeezing my cream over the sensitive nub
until I was practically sobbing with the double pleasure of his cock deep inside
my cunt and his hand buried in my pussy.  Hot flames of sensation exploded
inside me, rocking me to my core and leaving me senseless.  I was so dazed I
barely noted his slippery fingers sliding down my pussy and up my ass crack. 
But I perked up when I felt his hands spread my cheeks and his tongue lick my asshole.

I didn't know
how much more of this sweet torture I could take before I dissolved into a
useless puddle.  My pussy was so sore from its multiple poundings by John's
cock that I knew I'd need a rest before he fucked me there again.  He was still
hard as a rock, moving in and out of me with less intensity now.  I was
guessing his mind was now firmly on my ass, and as his warm tongue prodded and
licked and sucked that never before touched entrance, I warmed to the idea.

"Put it in
my ass, John," I whispered.

His cock halted
its sweet assault on my cunt.  "Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah,
I'm sure.  I want you to fuck me in the ass."

"Jesus,
Emily, do you know how much I love you for that offer?"

His big rough
hands kneaded my butt cheeks and as wiped out as I was, I felt another tingle
deep in my core.  No way could I survive another orgasm, but I wanted him to
come in my ass so bad.  Needed it.

Slowly, he
pulled out of my pussy and slid his dick along my crack.  My ass was still
high, and I swayed it slowly and chanted, "Fuck me here, baby, as hard as
you can, until your hot seed squirts inside and fills me until it overflows. 
Put it in, now."

"Finger
first," he whispered.  "I'm going to lube it with your hot pussy
juices."  Then he ran his finger from the top of my cunt to the bottom and
up my ass until he reached that tight, previously forbidden, hole.  Ever so
slowly he wiggled his finger inside, then halted as my body  stretched to
accommodate him.

I wasn't
prepared for how it burned and sucked in a breath.  "Hold still a minute
more, baby, please." 

After a minute
the as the burning subsided and I felt a tiny tingle of pleasure.  "Now,
slowly, in and out."

The ecstasy from
the feel of his large finger gently sliding in and out of my butt grew in
intensity until I positively craved something bigger.  "It's time," I
said.

His finger
pulled out and I felt the thick head of his cock take its place against my
anus.  Additional lubrication wasn't necessary. I could feel that his shaft was
coated in the cream of my previous mind blowing orgasm and the thought of it
almost made me come again.  But then I forgot everything as his thick dick
slowly pushed its way in.

It hurt like
hell.  "Stop!  Give me another minute."  I breathed in deeply and
tried to relax my muscles.  The fingers of one of John's hands were now on my
tits, squeezing gently, and it felt so good I almost forgot the pain down lower. 
"Okay, a little more."

Inch by inch he
slid himself in, stretching and filling me to the hilt.  Ever so slowly the
pain lessened and it started to feel so good.  I pushed my ass back against him
and said, "Now, John.  Fuck me in the ass really hard."

He began moving
in and out, slow at first, then picking up speed.  The sensation of stretching
and clenching around his dick with my butt muscles was incredible and I felt
another orgasm building.  This was unbelievable.  "Faster," I gasped
and he pounded into me, over and over, until I felt him pulsing and jerking
inside me.

"You're so
fucking tight!  I can't hold back anymore," he groaned, his hands now on
my hips, slamming my ass over his hot dick hard, then shooting his warm liquid
deep inside me.

The feel of his
hot semen in my ass and running down my legs was all it took for me to explode. 
I swear I saw stars and my whole body shook.  "That was incredible,"
I gasped as he slowly slid out of me and I collapsed onto the table, sweat
pouring down my body and my breathing ragged.  Large gentle hands lifted me up
and turned me over, then took me in his arms and held on tight.  I inhaled the
scent of sex and sweat and  John and melted against him.

For a long
moment we were silent.  I didn't know what John was thinking, but I was
wondering about the wisdom of trusting him with my heart again.  Should I dare? 
He didn't have a very good track record with me, considering the fact that he
had left me without a word for six long months, and his desertion had hurt me
deeply.  But to be fair, he hadn't actually said he'd cared or that he wanted a
future with me before.  Now it seemed he did. 

John nuzzled my
neck.  "Can we give us another try?"

What the hell. 
Time would tell how true his heart was and if he was really ready to give us a
chance, and until I knew for certain, I'd be careful with my emotions.  But in
the meantime, the sex was great and who was I to throw all that hotness away?

"I don't
know," I answered him.  "Let's go take a shower and you can try a
little harder to convince me."

With that, I
clasped his hand in mine and led him inside.