Without You I Have Nothing (59 page)
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Authors: J A Scooter
"Oh Peter, I
love what you're doing to me,” she murmured, shivering under his touch.
Rolling onto her side
Jennifer pulled his arms around her. She lay still trying to regain her breath
and her thoughts.
However, Peter
wouldn't give up the pleasures of her flesh, even for a moment. Gently he rolled
her onto her back and she lay there beside him, her legs open, her eyes wide
and misty with love.
She wasn't worried. He
was far too gentle to hurt her but she was still anxious, worrying about what
was to come, and hoped she would be as good a lover for him as he was for her.
Gently he bent to
kiss her eyelids saying, "And you thought I was queer, eh? Remember that
first night?"
She answered his
words with a giggle and a slap on his bare shoulder, but then her eyes closed
yet again, as he recommenced his assault on her senses.
He attacked her ears,
then the delicate softness of her throat. Like a vampire, he seemed attracted
to her sweet neck. Her shoulders called for his kisses but still he didn't
stop.
He was insatiable and
rolled on top of her to lie between her legs, not allowing his full weight to
crush her.
Accepting the weight
of a man on her for the first time, Jennifer threw her arms around his neck and
lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, begging him to take her.
His hard body was nudging
at her soft entrance. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, awaiting that first
invasion. Suddenly her eyes flew open in surprise as he shrugged free of her
legs and began a downwards slide until his lips and fingers were worshipping
her nipples.
She gasped as his
teeth gently rasped across first one nipple then the other before sucking them
one at a time deep into his mouth. It was as though Peter was trying to consume
her by sucking her whole body into his throat, but so gently she wished he
would succeed.
Shyly she held her
breasts to his mouth, demanding that he give them even more attention. With a
sigh of disappointment, she felt his fingers replace his mouth that was sliding
down across her flat belly to linger on her sex.
A quick kiss at the
junction of her thighs and Peter's head was retracing its steps until he was
kissing her once again. He rolled her onto her side and his fingers followed
the downwards trail he had blazed with his mouth. They slid and danced their
way down to her knees then traced a path up her inner thighs and across her
groin as he whispered, "Just checking to make certain your legs join your
body properly."
Jennifer was given no
time to ponder over his remark. Her body begged that he touch her. She wanted
him to investigate her even more. Yet she was incapable of saying anything.
She could hear soft
groans of appreciation and soft begging moans in the room, and knew they were
coming from her. Her eyes flashed open as two fingers slid across the lips of
her secret cave and gently paused at the opening as if frightened of entering.
His fingers were wet
with her honey.
Shocked, she watched
as Peter sucked them dry of her sweetness.
"Sweetheart, you
are so fragrant and sweet. I must have more."
His fingers returned
to investigate her treasure, this time examining slowly, not pausing at the
entrance but carefully exploring around and around her honeyed entrance.
Each light touch
brought waves of bliss to her. Arching off the bed, she kissed Peter even more
passionately as the pleasure took control of her mind and body.
Peter once more began
a deliberate descent, kissing first her breasts then her nipples. He slid lower
to kiss her belly, making her jolt and writhe, much to his delight.
She shivered as his
tongue and lips sent waves of sensations through her body.
It was as if he had
wired himself into her mind.
Trying to lift her
head Jennifer failed. She smiled to herself as his mouth reached her pubic
region, but he avoided her sex to attack her inner thighs yet again. This
teasing made her moan, but also made her want him more.
Finally, he gave into
his desire and began to devour her. Starting at her wet opening, he stuck his
tongue hard into her, tasting her abundant juices and making her exhale sharply.
He used his thumb to massage her clitoris, allowing him a perfect view of her
little love button. His tongue darted out and he began to pleasure her in
earnest.
Jennifer couldn't
believe what she was feeling.
Peter had just begun
to worship her sex with his tongue and lips, and already she was teetering on
the peak of orgasm. As his tongue began to flick her clit, she grasped the
sheet and held on for dear life. He began to apply more pressure with his
tongue, and she believed she was going to lose control.
Not content, he
slowly slid a finger almost inside her.
She grabbed a pillow
to smother her screams and she could feel her inner muscles begin to clench.
As if her clit were
some delicacy, he licked, sucked and gently chewed it without a pause. True,
she was delicious to taste but he wanted more.
Jennifer rode the
wave of pleasure as Peter continued gently to savor her sex, both of them
floating in a bubble of love.
She was a slave to
her femininity.
Peter paused, lying
still for a moment. He watched her eyes open before dropping his head to clamp
his mouth yet again to her sex.
She groaned,
"Peter let me rest.” He couldn't hear her. His attention was on her
delight and her legs were tight against his ears. Lapping her wetness, his
tongue sucked her honey into his mouth, searching her honeyed cave just like
his fingers.
Before she could
gather her thoughts and speak again, Peters' mouth once more clamped on her
clit and his tongue buffeted it.
She reached out to
his face, brushing it lightly, overwhelmed at his gentleness and love.
Reluctantly she took
his face in her hands and separated him from her sex. Drawing him up level with
her own face, she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
She pushed him off
her.
He complied, and she
looked him in the eye as her hands went to his groin.
She rolled her tongue
around in his mouth, causing his already swollen spear to jump against her leg.
Quickly her hands clasped around his hardness.
Jennifer sighed aloud.
That's what she wanted. His 'little one' was far from little and she began to
wonder how she would take it.
Slowly stroking
Peter, she kissed her way down his body, nibbling his nipples, blowing warm air
over his belly and running her tongue momentarily over the base of his penis. Kneeling
alongside his calves, Jennifer looked into his eyes seductively as she lowered
her face towards his hardness.
Peter tried to pull
her up but she'd have none of it.
"Jennifer you
don't have to do that!” he remonstrated.
Ignoring his demand
with, "Now it's my turn,” she returned to the task in hand.
It was the sexiest
thing that he'd ever seen. As she pulled back his foreskin with her right hand
and studied his manhood with intense fascination, Peter gasped as he felt her
hands on his hot shaft.
As her hands moved up
and down his rigid penis, one finger lovingly dragged across the head, swirling
around it and massaging it.
Peter knew he'd have
to be careful. He had plans and it wouldn't pay to explode in her hands. He
cleared his mind, relaxing and reveling in the feelings starting at his penis
and washing over his body.
Her fingers
delicately danced over the head as she studied it, always managing to find a
special spot on the base. As she began to stroke him harder, Peter took her
head in his hand and motioned for her to stop.
Jennifer took one
last long pull of his man-spear on the way back up, licked her own lips and
smiled. She flipped over onto her back as Peter paused to catch his breath.
His love for this
woman had made his sensitivity all that more intense and never before had he
experienced such amazing sensations.
Peter regained his
composure and propped himself up, running his eyes over this glorious creature
- his wife, whom he loved so dearly. Gentle curves, milky-white skin, beautiful
breasts and a face that made him weak in the knees, this girl was heaven to his
eyes.
Jennifer's head sank
back into the pillow.
Peter leaned over to
kiss her sensuously on the lips.
Her hands went around
his waist as their tongues met, caressing and lightly rubbing each other. Jennifer
broke off their kiss, and whispered into his ear.
"Please Peter
now. I want to feel you inside me."
Kneeling between her
ankles, Peter worshipped her legs. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating,
and he would have devoured her again had he not been desperate to feel her
silken sheath around him.
Peter guided his
hardness to her wet, begging entrance as Jennifer gazed on in anticipation.
Jennifer gasped as
she began to feel him sliding up and down her sex slit until he almost lodged
in her entrance. She was tight but felt no pain as he tenderly tried easing his
manhood into her. She exhaled sharply as Peter began to withdraw his penis only
to slide back against her entrance, as if lubricating her passage to allow him
more freedom of movement.
He bumped against her
hymen and stopped but she wasn't prepared to wait.
Reaching down she
cruelly dug her fingernails into his buttocks. He jerked in response and he had
breached her last battlement.
He was completely
inside her.
Jennifer relished the
feeling of having Peter totally filling her as he gasped in amazement. She was
so hot and tight he could barely believe it. Her sex was a silken heaven around
his manhood as he began to move in and out of her, taking short strokes to
start with, and then increasing his speed, always at a steady rhythm.
Jennifer's eyes were
wide with a look of surprise at this new feeling of invasion.
"My God,” was
all she could utter.
She shuddered beneath
him as he moved his body over her, using his back and his hips to their full
potential. She could feel his pubic hair on her own crotch as he buried himself
repeatedly into her, filling her completely and stimulating her in a way that
she would never have believed possible.
Slowing his pace to
avoid exploding, Peter struggled to maintain control. He had never felt
anything this good in his life.
She wrapped her legs
around him, as he loved her in a very primal, animalistic way, letting her
hands trail over his chest as his damp body pleasured her.
He began moving even
faster and even more vigorously.
Jennifer decided it
was time to take control.
She lightly pushed
against Peter's chest as a signal to slow down. As his pace eased, she was able
to concentrate. Jennifer motioned for him to lie on his back next to her.
Without a word, he
followed her directions.
In silence, she
straddled his body, looking deep into his eyes as she took his throbbing
manhood in her hand. Slowly she pushed the head into her wetness and sank down
onto him, impaling herself and drawing a groan from her lover.
Peter let his eyes
roll into the back of his head as Jennifer began to ride him, maintaining a
steady rhythm. Regaining control, he looked up at her beautiful form, rising
and falling atop his body. Grabbing a firm hold on both of her full ass cheeks,
he brought her to her hands and knees on top of him so he could tilt his hips
to drive into her from below at a blinding pace.
"I want to feel
you come,” Jennifer moaned into Peter's ear as she began to pick up her rhythm
once again, this time gaining a more effective angle, providing stimulation to
her g-spot and extracting a series of unintelligible noises from Peter. As she
began to ride him at a crazy tempo, he felt his stomach begin to tighten with
the telltale signs of orgasm.
The feeling built
within his loins, spreading throughout his body. He ran his hands along
Jennifer's body, his eyes widening as he felt himself reach his peak.
He remembered the
look of shock on Jennifer's face as she was plunged into a massive,
electrifying orgasm. Her sex contracted around his manhood, and he rose to
climax himself in a flash of absolute ecstasy.
