Terri · Part 2

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te with her. She was right, it was sweeter than I'd expected. When I let her go again, she whispered, "Not just sexy, but brave, too. Every man wants a woman to swallow, but how many will do it themselves?"

I pulled her back on top of me on the couch, and we lay there gently kissing for a few minutes. "Ready for more?" I asked.

"Oh, definitely. But are you?" she replied.

"Don't worry about me. This is only the second round. Let me satisfy you before we even think about finishing this night. Come on, we'll be much more comfortable in the bedroom." I coaxed her to her feet, then led her by the hand to my bedroom. Even though I'd been sleeping alone for quite a while, I have a queen-size bed, and I was looking forward to sharing it with her.

My bed, of course, was unmade. I'd been kind of frantic when I dashed out the door that morning. She sat on the edge of it, and made a face. "What's wrong?" I asked. She rummaged under the bedspread for a moment, and pulled out the object she'd sat on.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at it quizzically.

"Oh. That's a squash racquet. It doesn't belong there."

"Do you play?" she asked, as I took it from her and put it in the closet.

"No, I've never tried. That belongs to a friend of mine. Now, what were we doing?" I wanted to get her mind back on the subject quickly.

"Well, I think we were about to take off the rest of our clothes," she said, and slid her satiny panties off. "I hope you know how to use one of these things!" she said with a grin.

I stepped out of my own underwear. "I don't make any promises, but I'm certainly willing to try," I replied, and pushed her back down onto the bed, covering her body with my own.

"Got tired of me being on top?" she asked.

"Do you want to talk, or do you want to kiss?" I teased, and put my best lip-lock on her before she could respond. As Terri could tell you now, I'm more than a little lazy in bed, and never complain about having her on top. But I had promised her some satisfaction, too, and I was determined to give it to her. Eventually. It was still early, and there was no sense rushing things. After all, there was a lot of gorgeous body to be covered, and so far I hadn't even gotten below her neck. Fortunately, I knew how to remedy that.

After a few minutes, I started moving down. First across her chin, and into the deep hollow of her throat, moistening her skin with my lips and tongue. I don't go for slobbering kisses, but I was leaving a damp little trail as I went. Now, I don't think I was doing anything really unusual, but I've concluded that Terri has maybe fifty or sixty times as many nerve-endings as the average woman, because she was already starting to shake before I'd even reached her breasts. This was great fun for me, obviously, and since I love to torment a lover with pleasure, I was taking full advantage of her. Naturally, I ignored her threats to "kill me if I didn't do it now." I knew she was just kidding.

I kissed my way up to one nipple, then flicked my tongue across it, and quickly retreated, working my way across to the other one. After repeating this a few times, I found that I could stop just short of her nipple, and keep her in suspense. We would look into each other's eyes, then I would flick my tongue out again. It was like hitting a trigger, as she yelped and thrust her body off the bed at me. Two thoughts were going through my mind at the moment: First, "What will it be like when I start going down on her?" and second, "Thank gods I don't have a roommate!"

But I'm basically a nice guy. I didn't want to get my new lover too frustrated, and by this time she was perspiring heavily and squirming all over the bed. "Need something to cool you off, Sweetheart?" I asked. She nodded, and I headed for the kitchen. Inspiration struck and I paused in the bedroom doorway. I looked back at her, with her eyes closed and hands on her breasts. "How much do you trust me?" I asked.

"Do whatever you want to me," she answered.

"You sure?"

"Do I have to put it in writing? I will, you know," she said.

"No, your word is good enough for me. Be right back." I wasn't right back, because it took me a few minutes in the kitchen to get ready. As I approached the bedroom carrying a small tray, I told her, "Close your eyes. I've got a couple surprises here," and put the tray on the nightstand out of her line of sight. First I handed her one of the glasses of water I'd brought, and let her drink deeply from it. When she was done I told her to lie down and close her eyes again. I took a spoonful from the bowl of ice cream I'd brought in, and brought it to her lips. "Open up, Sweetheart," I said, and brushed the spoon across her lips.

She opened her mouth, and I fed her a tiny bit of ice cream, deliberately smearing some on her lips. I set down the spoon, and kissed her lips clean. The mixture of cold and hot, with the sweet chocolate mingling with our mouths, was incredible. After a single deep kiss, I withdrew, and fed her some more in the same way, feeling the glob of rich ice cream melt between our tongues.

Time to start moving again, though. With just the teaspoon, I began working my way down her body, enjoying her shivers every time I brought it down on her skin, looking into her eyes each time I did. In just a minute, I had painted a sticky trail of melting ice cream down the middle of her body: across her chin, her throat, between her breasts, pooling deeply in her navel, and stopping just short of the small triangle of pubic hair.

"You bastard!" she practically screamed as I surveyed my work of art.

"Aww, Baby, you said 'Do whatever you want to me,' didn't you? Well, this is what I want."

"Oh, I love it, but it's COLD! Warm me up now, please?"

"Had to make you cold to make you hotter," I said. "Now comes the fun part." Just as she had licked me clean earlier, I slid up alongside her body, kissed her again, and started swabbing the ice cream away with my tongue. Of course, as it melted, it had left small rivulets of liquid chocolate down the sides of her neck, which I eagerly licked clean. I teased all the way down her body, kissing and licking thoroughly to get her as clean as possible. She began laughing hysterically when I poked my tongue into her navel, and I made sure to get her especially clean there.

When I reached the end of the trail I'd made, I looked back up at her. She tangled her fingers in my hair and said, "You're not stopping there, are you?"

"That was just the first course," I said. "Can't go leaping straight for dessert, can I?"

"You can, you can!" she said. "Unless you've got something better in mind." I did. I'd found the leftover hot fudge from earlier, and I'd microwaved it to a little above body temperature. I took the bowl from the tray, dipped two fingers in it, and repeated the ice cream ritual, painting her lips and feeding her a dab of it. Unlike the cold ice cream, when I kissed her this time, all I could taste was more hot. "You're not putting that on me, are you?" she asked.

"Relax. I'll give you a bath later. Let's just keep the sheets clean."

"I thought this only happened in '9 and 1/2 Weeks'," she said.

"Never seen it," I said, lying through my teeth. "Now hold still!" With that, I scooped a couple more fingers full out of the bowl, and smeared the hot fudge on her right nipple. Sensitive as always, she arched her back and moaned as I smeared it thickly around in a widening circle. A little more there, and then I moved to her other breast, making it look as if her nipples had suddenly doubled in size and turned chocolate-brown. I slipped my fingers into her mouth and let her suck them clean, then moved down to kneel between her legs. I stretched out on top of her, my weight on my hands, and my face right on a level with her breasts. Remembering the way she'd responded to a single flick of my tongue earlier, I expected I'd need to hold her down for this treatment.

I'd been fairly gentle with her up to this point, but now I started sucking deep and hard at her breasts, like a giant starving baby. I needed to taste her deeply, and to make a claim to her that she would remember. And fortunately, Terri isn't a delicate flower. She seemed to understand and appreciate my sudden roughness as I pulled her tender flesh into my mouth, teasing with my teeth and prodding with my tongue while she writhed under my weight. One breast cleaned, I moved to the other, holding her tightly against me all the while. I found that she is as sensitive as me in the nipples, and responded almost as strongly. Although I couldn't quite bring her to orgasm that way, her moans turned to screams and I could feel the wetness between her legs where my stomach rested against her.

Knowing a perfect moment when it hits me, I slid back down, and buried my face between her thighs. I plunged my tongue into her as deeply as I could, drinking deeply of the sweet juices that she produced. Maybe it was the ice cream I'd just been eating, but I have never tasted a woman so sweet before. In a moment her hips began moving, and I picked up her rhythm, fucking her with my tongue as she thrust against my face. My hands clutched at her thighs, keeping her from squeezing too tightly. I had to make her come! Abandoning my deep thrusts, I took her throbbing clitoris between my lips and began massaging it with my tongue, picking up the pace as her moans increased in tempo and volume.

I stroked her thighs and ass with one hand, and slid the other free to grasp hers. As our fingers tangled together, I flashed my tongue across her clit even faster, being rewarded a moment later as she started screaming incoherent love-names and arched her beautiful body completely off the bed. As the first wave broke, I came up for a breath of air, and then went back down on her. Riding the shockwave of her orgasm, I coaxed her into a half dozen smaller ones, until we lay together in an outrageous, sweaty, incoherent, shaking heap.

Neither of us moved or spoke for at least five minutes, except for me to crawl back alongside her and share the remaining glass of water with her. She recovered faster than I did, as women often do. She rolled on top of me, still mostly exhausted, and we took another kissing break. We just cuddled and kissed, and I stroked her body from her shoulders down to the backs of her thighs, as far as I could reach. Eventually, she slid her hand down between our bodies to where my cock was trapped. It had recovered while I had been trying to bring her off, and was now begging for attention again.

"I see this beautiful thing is ready for some more action," she said, and I saw that wicked grin coming over her face again. Thinking of what I had done to her earlier, I silently prayed that she was too kind, or too tired, to take revenge on me. "Your turn!" she said, and reached for the hot fudge bowl. Clearly, my hopes had been misplaced. The only thing left to do was take my punishment like a man. And enjoy every second of it, of course! Besides, at least we were out of ice cream.

Using just one finger, she scooped glob after glob of gooey hot fudge from the bowl and painted my throbbing organ with it. First the head, circling round and round, then up and down the length of the shaft, until no skin at all could be seen. Then, just as I had done to her, she began thoroughly licking me clean, reversing the action she'd used to put it on me. First she slowly licked up one side of my shaft, then down the other, totally ignoring my pleas for mercy, until I could feel her saliva starting to trickle down my thighs. After this wanton torture, the only sticky fudge remaining was the thick coating on the head, which she now plunged deep into her mouth. It was my turn to scream.

Her mouth wrapped around me, enveloping me in wet heat, as her tongue swirled round and round, cleaning away every remaining bit of chocolate. She didn't stop then, though, and kept bobbing her head up and down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat on each thrust. Just as she had done, I began moving my hips involuntarily, fucking deeply into her mouth.

Abruptly, she stopped. "I really want to finish this job," she said, "but I don't know whether I could get you up again. And I need to get fucked now! I've got to have you inside of me. Please, do it to me!" I was in total agreement, as I shifted her over to the clean, dry half of the bed. I reached for my nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer, but felt her hand on my arm before I could get it open. "Not necessary," she said. "I've got that nice little prescription. But you can wear it if you feel safer with it."

I knew that I was safe, and Terri and I had talked enough that I knew she wasn't a woman who took chances, so I put it back in the drawer and moved on top of her again. I lay on top of her and kissed her, and then shifted my body forward. Our bodies had gotten to know each other well enough in the last few hours, there was none of the usual first-time fumbling. We were perfectly matched, and I felt myself slip easily into her silky wet opening. We both held our breath for a moment as she spread her thighs a bit further and let me slide all the way into her. Then we were laughing and clutching at each other as our perfect match was completed.

After the way I had opened her with my mouth earlier, I had expected a smooth entry, but nothing I could have imagined could have equaled the exquisitely gentle pressure that was holding me inside. Our two bodies locked together, and then, almost involuntarily, I started moving in and out of her. I pulled almost all the way out, then slowly pushed back inside, gradually accelerating the pace, and from the way she met my thrusts, I could tell that this was the way she wanted me.

With all the excitement leading up to that point, I didn't expect to last long, so I stopped and rested after only a dozen strokes or so, kissing Terri's face and breasts while I got myself back under control. We continued that way, stroking for a few moments, then resting, for only a short time before I knew I couldn't control myself much longer. I gasped deeply, and began really driving into her hard, as she continued trying to meet my thrusts. Soon, though, I was beyond control, aware of nothing but passion and a need to be as deeply inside of her as I could. I could feel her arms around my back, her legs tangled in mine, and could hear her panting encouragement in my ear.

Sweat ran down my back, and each time I pounded into her, I was rewarded with a small cry of pleasure. Finally, the dam within me broke, and my entire body was filled with pleasure. I drove into her one last time and stayed there, pumping my orgasm deeply into her, clutching her against me.

"No, don't stop! I'm coming, too!" she cried out, grinding against me. Before my own orgasm had even subsided, I started pumping into her again, trying to hit the angle she needed. "Turn over!" she said, and we rolled together so that she was astride me. "Let me get off on your cock," she panted, and started bucking her hips back and forth. I reached out and laid my fingers against her clit, stroking it as she rode me. "Yes, yes, that's it! Rub it faster!" Her own hand joined mine, and I reached out to grab her hips, shoving her forward and back as she massaged her clit.

Her hair whipped about wildly, and there was a stream of sweat running down between her breasts, when finally she threw her head back, let out a long, low moan, and stopped moving. As if her bones had suddenly vanished, she collapsed on top of me, her mouth searching for mine as we kissed and whispered loving words together.

Sometime, we must've drifted off to sleep. I was awakened the next morning at eight o'clock to find Terri, myself, and the sheets in a tangled mess, and damn near crippled both of us as we lunged for the alarm clock. After a moment's disorientation, she looked at me with a big, sexy smile and said, "Good morning. I love you. Did last night really happen?"

"Good morning. I love you. And I think we'll both have the bruises to prove that it happened." We had not gone easy on each other, and I was wondering if sex between us was going to be like that every time. I fell back into bed and started kissing her, everywhere I could get my lips while she tried to do the same to me.

"Time for a quicky?" she asked.

"How about a shower instead," I suggested, "then a nice breakfast, and a day of anticipating tonight. We are supposed to be at work in an hour."

"Work?" she said, in mock-horror. "I can't go to work without my brains."

"Without your brains? I don't get it," I said. I'm a little slow in the morning.

"Damn right, no brains. Because we certainly screwed our brains out last night."

I laughed at that, and hauled her out of bed toward the shower. Washing each other was a lot of fun, and if we hadn't run out of hot water, we never would've made it to work. As it was, I barely got there by nine, and Terri was a half hour late, after going home and changing her clothes.

At eleven we met with Jeanne to show her the revised specs and explain how we'd solved the timing problem. It was hard to keep my mind on business, knowing how hot a lover my partner was. Especially since she'd whispered to me earlier that she'd already packed a bag for that night. And noticing the trouble she was having walking around the office. And all the little reminders of what had gone on the night before. We did manage to get through the meeting okay, and Jeanne was quite pleased with our results. The best part was what she said to us a the end of the meeting, though.

"You two have been putting in too many late nights," she said. "If you can still get the doc written by Monday, why don't you both take the rest of the day off, and rest up."

Well, we took the rest of the day off, but I don't know if you could call it resting…

Terri · Part 2 (2/2)
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