The Eyes of Justine (8 page)

             
“Roland…” she whispered, taking a half step forward, “…you…want me?” 
Justine
’s hand crept toward her throat as she swallowed.

             
Roland looked down at his lap, squirming.  “I don’t suppose there’s any hiding that from
you
is there?”

             
As she watched, Roland’s cock jumped again causing her flush to spread into her tiny pink nipples.

             
Roland rose from the bed and stepped to her causing
Justine
to look up into his eyes.  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…wanted you,”
Justine
breathed, her hand going to his cheek as she urged him to kiss her.

             
Lowering himself, Roland kissed her, his hands going to her back as they embraced for only the second time.  She filled his arms.  Her naked body confor
med
itself to every curve and hollow as he pulled her closer.

             
Justine
mewled into his mouth as Roland’s hands slid down her back in a long caress.  He stroked down her ass, cupping the tiny globes in each hand as his kisses grew deeper.

             
With one hand
Justine
pulled at the back of his neck just as the other tugged at the buttons of his shirt.  Slipping inside, she felt the smooth hairless hardness of his chest.  Her nails flicked across his nipples causing Roland to tug at her ass even harder.

             
Justine
felt her mons pressed into his turgid prick and wiggled her hips causing her clit to rub against his cock.  Moisture sprung inside her as her heat grew.

             
Tugging at his shirttails,
Justine
fumbled for his belt.  Quickly she opened the clasp and popped the hook at his waist.

             
Her hand dipped into his pants and beneath his boxers until she found his cock waiting for her.  Soft and hot on her hand,
Justine
marveled at its thickness.

             
Holding it tight, she forced her hips forward, crushing her clit against his cock even harder. 
Slowly she began grinding against him, stroking her mound with Roland’s engorged prick as he kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders.

             
She felt him turn and found herself tumbling toward the bed as Roland fell with her.
  Instinctively
Justine
wrapped her legs around Roland’s hips, pulling him hard against her as her hand started stroking his hard cock still trapped in his pants.

             
Roland groaned into her neck, as he brought his hands to her breasts, clumsily fondling them, her nipples hard points against his palms.  Already he could feel his balls aching with seed as
Justine
’s hand moved up and down his prick.

             
Reluctantly letting go of her prize,
Justine
hurriedly shucked Roland’s shirt from his shoulders revealing his hard hairless torso.  In her naiveté, she’d always assumed grown men had hairy chests.  Running her hands across his nipples and down his belly, she delighted in the smooth expanse of flesh looming over her.

             
Sliding her hands around his hips, she pushed at the waistband of his trousers, lowering them over his ass.  Using her nimble feet, she shoved them down his thighs and, with his help, onto the floor next to the bed.

             
It was the first time she’d ever held a naked man in her arms.  She hugged him to her, pressing her breasts into him as her legs again wrapped around his hips.  She desperately wanted to feel every inch of his flesh against her own soft skin.

             
Where Mani had been soft and curvy, Roland was hard and muscled in a way that seemed to fit her body in perfect complement.
  It was as if two puzzles pieces meshed together in exquisite union.

             
His lips burned against her neck as he nibbled on the sensitive skin beneath her ear. 
Justine
couldn’t keep her hands still, roaming again and again over his hard back and firm ass; she wanted to touch every inch of him, possess him.

             
Roland relished the way
Justine
made kittenish mewling sounds when he nipped her neck with his teeth.  Feeling her hands on his ass drove him wild as did the soft, moist pressure of her swollen mons rubbing against his cock as they squirmed on the bed.

             
His balls felt as if they would burst any moment.  Not having been with a woman in a very long time, Roland momentarily worried he’d shoot off too soon.

             
Grasping her hips, Roland used the leverage to scoot down trailing kisses down
Justine
’s freckled chest, and freeing his engorged dick from
Justine
’s hot cunny.

             
If he’d relished her mewling as he kissed her neck, he absolutely adored the urgent growls coming from her as he laved her tit with his tongue.  Circling her pink nubbin in tight circles, he flicked his tongue across her nipple as his hand massaged and caressed her other breast.

             
Encouraged, he caught her nipple between her teeth, trapping it lightly.  Gently he tugged it into his mouth, pulling it deeper.

             
Justine
’s hands left his ass and flew to his head, pressing him into her chest.  “Oh!  Yes!  Oh!  God!  Suck my tit…yes!”  Her hips bucked into his belly as the head of his cock brushed her slit and ass
with every bounce
.

             
Roland’s cock ached as
Justine
’s cunny stroked against his swollen glans.  Clear thick precum leaked from its head lubricating her delicate folds increasing the delicious jolts.  He wanted more than anything to plunge into her, ravage her with his stiff prick.

             
Shifting to her other breast, Roland maneuvered his right hand down her stomach and into the soft silk covering her mound. 

             
“Gaaghhh!”
Justine
gasped as Roland’s fingers found her labia, stroking her lips in long slow pulses as he sucked her nipple hard.

             
Justine
felt a gush of wetness just as Roland trapped her clit between two fingers, rubbing the hard nubbin between them.

             
So different from Mani’s tender, knowing touch, Roland’s hands and mouth were harder, more animalistic.  Heat rushed into her belly and shot into her thighs as she felt her orgasm building under his relentless stroking.

             
“Oh..Oh…I’m…gonna….cu…
Ohhhh!
”
  Her orgasm surprised her as Roland suckled hard on her nipple, his fingers pinching the slick button between her throbbing legs.

             
Hearing her gasp, feeling her thrash against him as she rode the cresting waves of her orgasm, Roland stroked her clit faster, harder.  His fingers, dipping between her sopping labia, found the entrance to her vagina open.  With each stroke he slipped the tips of two fingers into the waiting hole.

             
Her pussy was so tight he felt the ring of muscle clench his digits with surprising strength each time he entered her.  Her cum coated his hand as he continued stroking her through the long ride.

             
Collapsing back onto the bed,
Justine
felt Roland descend down her chest, licking sweat and musk from her stomach as he went lower and lower, her hands stroking his hair as he went. 
             
The scent of
Justine
’s sex permeated Roland’s senses.  Grasping the backs of her thighs, Roland raised her legs, pushing them nearly to her chest.

             
His mouth kissed across her blonde curls moving into the valley between thigh and cunny. 

             
Justine
shivered, her skin twitching as he licked up her inner thigh, his tongue hot on her skin.  Moving from
thigh to thigh, Roland brushed across the pink folds guarding her pussy, avoiding her sensitive clit, he tasted the sweet honey seeping from her.

             
His cock bobbed wildly between his thighs as he squatted at the edge of the bed like a snake seeking a burrow in which to hide.

             
Justine
’s hands on his head tried to force him to center on her cunny.  Weak from her orgasm and the earlier events of the day, Roland easily fought off her attempt wanting to taste her, lick her, tease her more and more.

             
“Please…please…please…”
Justine
chanted softly as Roland’s mouth licked and sucked the moist skin of her thighs.  His tongue traced the outline of her cunny in slow circles; up and down and around he licked and sucked, lapping at the nectar coming from her virginal opening.

             
Roland teased and suckled her for a long, long time, driving her to excruciating need as he came oh so close to her throbbing button, only to shy away at the last moment.

             
The tension in her belly and thighs threatened to overwhelm her as her desire built.  One hand went to her breast, grasping hard at the pink nipple, tugging it over and over.

             
Using his tongue, Roland licked upward between the slick, swollen labia.  This time he allowed his tongue to brush against her clit.

             
Justine
jumped, her hand shoving against the back of his head.

             
Roland moved down, licking her again in a slow stroke.  As his tongue passed over her slit, he stabbed out, shoving his tongue into her wet hole
.

             
“Ohhh!”
Justine
choked, her hips thrusting up as he withdrew his tongue, continu
ing
upward to her clit.  “Aggh!” 
Justine
grunted.

             
When Roland moved away from her clit,
Justine
grunted in disappointment, her head flopping back onto the bed. 

             
Relenting, Roland lowered his mouth fully over her sensitive nubbin in a deep kiss.  His right hand left her thigh.

             
His tongue dre
w slow circles around her clit
as his fingers rubbed up and down her labia.

             
“Yes…yes…yes…oh…yes…”

             
Using two fingers, Roland slowly penetrated the wet folds and pressed past the tight ring of muscle.  Slowly he began sawing in and out going only an inch deep into her passage as his tongue ran circles around her pulsating button.

             
Justine
’s head rolled side to side, her eyes clenched tight, her hair whipping back and forth as Roland tortured her with his fingers, his tongue.

             
The muscles in her belly, her thighs spasmed in sharp, quivering jolts as the sensations coursed through her.  She felt an orgasm welling from her toes as Roland relentlessly assaulted her nubile body.

             
Up her legs it ran, her calves taught, her knees weakened as she held her legs spread wide.  She couldn’t control the trembling, her body running out of control as Roland’s fingers dipped again and again into her most secret passage.

             
Never before had anyone penetrated her.  Roland’s fingers went into the far country like a ravaging conqueror. 
And she, she stood on the shore of bliss welcoming the invasion with every inch of her soul.

             
Roland’s tongue suddenly stopped is tortuous circling as he abruptly sucked her clit between his lips, holding it tight as his tongue flicked rapidly across the trapped button.

             
The orgasm building in her crashed over her in a tidal wave of delicious joy.  Her back arched leaving only her hips and shoulders on the bed as she tugged hard on her nipple.

             
At the crest, Roland’s invading fingers thrust into her to the knuckle, penetrating her deeply in a single stroke.  The sharp pang of her hymen’s destruction
was
only a ghost in the miasma of pleasure washing over her.

             
“Ungh…ungh…ungh…”
Justine
grunted as Roland’s fingers pistoned in and out rapidly, finger fucking her through her orgasm.  Desperately she struggled to stay conscious.

             
Before the last waves of delight receded, Roland removed his hand and mouth.  Grasping her hips, he rolled her onto her stomach.