The Experiment (16 page)

Her fingers were pressing against her clit now, revolving in tight, hungry circles as she spread her legs and cocked her hips up at him. Her left hand continued to caress her breast, pulling at her turgid nipple, sending little spears of pain through her body. Her eyes never left his tool, and as she watched she saw it lift the final fraction of inch and stand tall and proud.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, his voice full of astonishment and Zoe felt a rush of power and potent sexuality such as she’d never felt in her life.

His shaft was standing straight up, throbbing with each beat of his heart and below it his balls looked full and heavy and potent. She remembered the man in the mask, how virile his cock had looked when she’d made him hard and how it had seemed to reach for her through the Plexiglas divide that separated them. The Doctor’s shaft looked like that now, reaching for her with a thrilling male urgency. It made her tingle all over to know that he wanted her so much.

She walked over to him, shoulders back to keep her naked breasts on display. She put her hands on his knees and knelt down before him like a slave before a sacred idol. Between them his cock stood straight up in all its rampant glory.

“What did you say about taking it slow?” Zoe asked him. “Something about being careful?”

He slouched lower on the sofa so that his eyes were in the light and opened his knees. It was a gesture of male pride and exhibitionism, but the look of astonishment and disbelief in his eyes, that gleam of cautious excitement, made all the difference. She was the doctor now, the magician who could treat him and Zoe felt her heart swell with love. Just as he had brought her back to life from the pain of her breakup, now she would return the favor and give him life where there’d been none before. That this life was something as simple as sex made no difference, because she knew what this meant to him and so it meant just as much to her.

Their eyes locked and she saw the pleasure there, and the fear. He still didn’t trust his own powers, though Zoe herself had no doubts whatsoever anymore. She knew it was love that was doing it, love that was giving them this gift.

She got up on her knees and brought her lips down on the straining dome of his cock. The Doctor cried out and his shaft jerked like a spitting snake, but Zoe didn’t retreat. She softly took it in her hand and gently pumped him twice, making him groan again.

He was hard, as hard as was humanly possible. She’d had her share of cocks in her life, but never one that felt so thrillingly alive and potent, never one that felt so personal, as if she owned it. She pumped him again, feeling the soft, velvety skin move over the rigid muscular core, pumped him again and saw a drop of moisture appear at the tip, gleaming in the subdued light.

“So beautiful,” she whispered. “You’re so incredibly beautiful.”

The Doctor groaned. She felt his body tense as she took him lovingly into her mouth. His fingers dug into the cushions of the sofa and the muscles of his thighs went rigid beneath her hands. Zoe hadn’t realized before how strong he was, how powerfully built, but with his hardness in her mouth she could feel the strength in his body, so erotically masculine compared to her own soft, female warmth. She felt small and weak, a humble slave pleasuring her master and the image made her gush with wetness.

Her arousal shocked her. It went against everything she believed in to act like a man’s slave and yet this was different. Just like her sexuality was his creation, this erection was hers. She owned it, she’d given it life. She opened her mouth and impaled herself on it, wanting to feel his hardness all the way down into her throat.

“Oh God, Zoe! It’s too much! I’m not used to it!”

But she ignored him. If he wanted to ejaculate into her mouth she would take it all gladly and swallow it down, but she didn’t think he would. She seemed to have some telepathic rapport with him, some special bond in which she could tell exactly how much he could take, almost as if she could feel the very things he was feeling.

She swirled her tongue around him and sucked, gave herself over to the pleasure of his stiff manhood sliding across her tongue. She’d done this before, of course. Jack had demanded it of her on a regular basis and she’d done it voluntarily, but never because she herself wanted it. It was always for the man, for his pleasure.

But now it was different and the feel of his cock in her mouth thrilled her beyond words, it was as if his pleasure had become hers as well and his moans and sudden sharp gasps drove her wild with desire. She grabbed his shaft and ran her hand up and down its saliva-slick length as she bobbed her head above him, urging him to let go and take his pleasure in her mouth.

“No,” he gasped, pulling her off his shaft. “No! Not like that! It’s too good to waste, Zoe. Please!”

He lifted her up with his strong arms and pulled her over him so that she lay draped across his body, her breasts pressed against his chest. His kiss was wild and full of passion, relief and gratitude, but Zoe didn’t want that. It was his desire she wanted now, to feel him claim her as his own. She wanted to feel those strong arms around her, that hard cock plunging into her body, his lips at her ear gasping out his love, telling her he’d never let her go.

She ended up sitting in his lap, just as if he were a Christmas Santa, a position so charming and adolescent that she would have laughed had she not been so on fire for him, for the taste of his mouth, the feel of his body against her. As it was, she felt like an adolescent herself and when his hand found its way between her legs, she opened her thighs to him like a schoolgirl in the backseat of her boyfriend’s car. His finger teased along her slit and the soft petals of her sex, making Zoe’s head swim. For all her experience and jaded sophistication, there was nothing like being touched by the man she loved and she happily lost herself in his kiss, her hands tangling in his hair and caressing his face, moaning her surrender and invitation into his mouth.

She had done her part now. She had played the temptress, the vamp and had aroused him and brought him to aching manhood, now she basked in the wild,
possessive lust that was her reward. His finger plunged into her sex, his thumb sliding over her turgid little clit until she thought she’d faint from pleasure. She reached down and took the thick, hard shaft of his cock in her hand and began to stroke him encouragingly. Her movements were clumsy—the angle was wrong—but the effect on him was electric and she realized that he was still taking tremendous pleasure just from being hard and potent again.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Doctor!” she moaned as he pulled her back down on the sofa. But no, he didn’t want the sofa. He knelt on the floor and pulled her down after him, then pushed her back on the thick Persian rug. Zoe didn’t care. Whatever he wanted to do was fine with her. She was here to be used now, used however he wanted. His pleasure was her pleasure.

He crawled over her, his mouth finding hers, his hand on her breast, squeezing. Zoe squirmed around, trying to get flat on her back and open her legs. He was already on his knees, his cock standing up like an iron bar.

He leaned down over her, catching himself on his arms to keep his weight off her. He was so close to her that Zoe could feel his heat on the lips of her sex. She raised her knees and planted her shoes on the carpet, the high heels causing her to tilt her pelvis up to him. She felt herself opening and throbbing for him, getting ready, waiting for that first glorious thrust. The tip of his shaft touched her flesh.

She shoved up automatically as he pushed into her and in an instant he was in her to the hilt. This was different than the first time. Then it had been sheer animal attraction and need. Now it was something more, something consciously done. The previous act had something of the miraculous about it, an act of desperation. This was a man and woman coming together by conscious choice, deliberately, in full knowledge of what they were doing.

It was a moment to be savored and Zoe luxuriated in the feel of his hard cock inside her, filling her up and possessing her. She threw her arms around his back and pulled him down on top of her, wanting to feel his weight crushing her body against the floor.
She felt the strength in his hips as he drove his cock deeper, deeper, mashing her labia flat and stretching her with the thick base. She felt bliss, only a short reach away.

“Forgive me, Zoe,” he gasped in her ear. “I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you just feel too good. I can’t help myself!”

She wanted to speak. She wanted to tell him it didn’t matter, that she was already dying from the ecstasy of having him inside her. She wanted to tell him she lived only to be used by him, only to give him pleasure and be his relief, but she could barely speak. All she could say was, “Yes, darling, yes! Do it! Come for me! All of it!”

The Doctor drew his hips back and plunged into her again, drilling her deep. With no mattress below her to cushion the blow, she felt every ounce of his savage strength, all of his maddening need. He fucked her again and Zoe cried out, then again, and she felt him swell inside her. His hands went to her naked ass, grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tight against her.

“Oh God, Zoe, darling, here it is! Here it is!”

His voice trailed off into a feral growl, a snarl of male triumph and completion, and she felt his cock jump and lurch inside her as he ejaculated into her depths, his fingers digging into her ass, his lips pressed helplessly against her cheek.

Zoe gasped and cried out. It wasn’t an orgasm such as she usually knew, the sharp, almost painful spear of sensual overload, rather it was a rush of total fulfillment, a joy of giving and receiving that made her feel entirely whole, as if she was coming with her soul as well as her body and she felt the beauty of the night enter her and fill her with ecstasy just as she felt her lover’s seed splash inside her, washing away all her loneliness, all her fear.

About the Author

Elliot Mabeuse is an award-winning author, critic, and porn theorist whose erotic explorations combine depth and insight with a singularly passionate intensity. His interest in the emotional and transformative power of sex gives his writing a unique flavor, and results in works of literate erotica that are sensual, humane, and deeply satisfying.

Retired from the chemical laboratory now, Doctor Mabeuse lives in Chicago where he pursues his interests in the transcendent powers of sexuality, religion, and the riddles of biochemistry. He can be reached at [email protected]

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