And then it began...

For those who choose to visit the whole story, here's the history:
And then it was (Chapter One)
And then it was still (Chapter Two)


I think really we would both agree there was no turning back by then. Absolutely our moves and motivation reflected that neither of us were attempting to shun the pleasure of our endulgence.

See.. and you looking at me like that only solidifies that you are enjoying this happen-stance of seeing me again. If only to relive that one moment in our memories, for this afternoon.

The look in your eyes as the door to your room clicked closed. Would 'animalistic' describe it? I'm not sure that's a strong enough adjective, it was more intense than that. The way you released me to the floor and twisted the knob to securely lock the world away from us.

I moved into you quickly once contained, hoping to re-kindle things after that momentary card key distraction; but your arm extended and pushed me back a bit catching me off balance... thus becoming one with the wall behind me.

Taking advantage of my faltered footing you pressed a bit with your body weight; once again restricting me to a trapped position within your stance.

Then shoving your hand up and under my t-shirt and teasing my nipple with your fingers, you spoke firm but softly "You're ready to cum already, aren't you? So now I have to wonder if I should just fuck you instead of letting you blow me first."
Of course I didn't give a fuck what you decided... Though I desired for you to strip me, throw me on the bed and fill me with your hard on... either way would suffice.
But before I could emit a snarky yet sexual answer, you pulled away from me... completely.

And you stood there unreachable, watching me pant and linger as you chuckled smugly "or maybe nothing at all. Maybe I should just let you stand there and watch me... tease you a little." You took off your shirt and motioned to remove your jeans.

I was fairly pissed, but I never thought a little competition was a bad thing. And frankly, I love the reindeer games... so I figured bring it on.

"Fucker, you know that's not nice." I arched to pull away from the wall, but as I stood your finger served to tap me back against it. "God damnit" I laughed a little "Knock that shit off... You know you wanna fuck me just as bad as I want to fuck you."

And then another akward silent moment... which was a strange place for one to happen, but you grinned and it all came back to me as I stood perched against the wall "You're right."

We were both so needy at that point; so with more fury than we both knew we had... things kicked back into full gear. Stronger and harder than ever before. You hoisted my shirt to suck on my breasts, tongue gliding across the smooth curvature and goose bumps of my flesh until meeting with the soft ridgitity of my nipples.

Your hand then thrust back down into my panties; your fingers fought to play through the constraints of my denim- fumbling and gliding through my glistening folds.

I was actually fully pissed off by the restriction of the jeans in relation to how badly I wanted your finger deep inside my cunt; so I pushed them down to expose myself in hopes it would serve to make your task a bit easier.

A finger plunged shallow into me as your thumb worked over my clit in a circular pattern. I gasped and moaned a little as I was trying feverishly to free your bulging cock from your pants; it felt hard to control myself under your spell that night.

I was dissueded from reality not only from your fingers, but your mouth on my breasts traversing lazily. Your finger soon doubled to two, and they slid in and out; slowly going deeper each time.
Hovering in between letting go to cum and holding back just a little bit longer. I felt the release of your jeans button and began to unzip... Immediately I could sense your warmth on my knuckles, throbbing and grateful for it's release.

Reaching to kiss you while I used both of my hands to stroke and soothe your prick. Your jeans fell low on your hips to expose your perfect cock- purple and swollen, just waiting for a hungry mouth. That mouth was mine, and I needed to have you deep down my throat.

As my hands squeezed and played with your shaft, you release your grip from my collarbone and pull away once again; but this time you are held back a bit as your bottom lip retracts from my gently clenched teeth.

I stood in wait, eyes following you closely as you swayed to the bedside... jeans still pulled loosely away from you, but holding steady to their partially revealing position. Once you stopped and looked to me to follow, I did so... leaving my jeans and panties behind, askew on the floor.

I dropped on my knees before you as you removed my shirt. Your pants fell to the floor and I revelled in the sight of your immense prick... waiting to have my mouth on it. "Go ahead, see if you can make me cum." It was a worthy challenge, and one I was definetly up to...

My hands moved to grab it, but you caught my wrists in mid-motion... I looked up, a bit startled "No hands?"

"No hands"
As you held my wrists tight, I progress to softly dragging my tongue along your shaft and then up a little to the very tip of your dick. I can taste the precum on you which excites me to a point further than ever. My mouth opens and I wrap my wet lips gently around you, sucking a bit then working my way down... pushing you deep to the back of my throat. As you filled it over and over again, I looked up for a moment... noticing you were attentive to what I was doing- you liked to watch.

I'm fairly certain once or twice I saw your head tilt back. It was cool, because I knew you approved of my creative methods of driving you so deep into my mouth that you felt my lips pursed against your pubic hair.

I worked you over for 25 minutes, and I swore you were on the brink at least twice... Furthermore I truly believe that ultimately your stubborness about allowing you to cum in my mouth from my handy work was what resulted in you stopping me from continuing.

Are you blushing? Why because I remember everything? I know, I know... You think I'm psychotic because the details are so crisp when I retell this after all this time. You would think it might be blurred a bit by now.

So when you threw me on the bed, parted my legs and dove in between them I admit that's when I came for the first time... first time of many.
Spreading my legs as wide as possible for your tongue to run the length of my already dripping pussy. My gasps and moans of delight were heard by our neighbors I'm sure, but neither of us seemed to mind.
Not long after you started had I began to buck a little and try to get my hand in the action. Twenty minutes later I was a wreck over a multiple and you were raising to enter me...

Offering up your cum soaked finger, I oblige and welcome my own sweet taste while you spread the lips of my slick pussy with the very tip of your dick... and then guide it into my sweet spot slowly; inch by inch... and then out again. I arched and twisted a little to have you deeper, faster, but you wouldn't budge. You continued to guide it in, pause, and then back out - teasing me with every single stroke.

I reach down to feel you driving inside of me and the wetness of my own pussy. Wrapping my fingers around the opening of it like an upside down V. My hand relished in it's environment of sticky cum and hot parts moving together rhythmically... I noticed the way it stretched around you as you pumped me, multiplying my hot juices by the second.
Squeezing my fingers together against your cock as it worked caused you to moan a bit, I labored to keep them together as the sound of you getting off just about threw my back into unbridled extasy.

You eased it in a little deeper as your eyes clenched fighting the urge to release "Alright, quit that..." You removed my hand and pinned it to the bed, then bowed to kiss me hard while you drove the rest of yourself into me.

"Lemme do it" I panted between chills of rapture, being stifled again as your mouth met mine a bit softer than normal... and then even softer. I was breathless once again; I felt a hot gush erupt from my cock-filled cunt at the wake of your behavior...

"No." And then you trailed your delicate kisses down to my neck and moved the hand that you stable on the bed, causing your body to rest on top of mine; pumping me slowly and sensually. Once letting go of my hand and allowing my arms to wrap around the back of you; I commenced with dragging my fingertips slowly down your shoulder blades, gripping slightly once they rested... You whispered "You just came again, didn't you?"

"yeah"
"Did it feel good?"
"yeah"
"How do I feel right now?"
I bit my lip and focus on the friction of our bodies as they move together "fucking great."

"How many times do you think I can make you cum for me?"

I gasp, you groan a little noticing that I've raised my pelvis a bit; causing you to enter me at a different angle "No, no..." barely making out the words, I breathe back

"The correct question would be, how many times can I use you to make me cum..."