Vitamin Supplement · Part 2

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el him hard and straining against his jeans. God. I love that feeling! By the time we reach the 16th floor, he is groaning softly. I delight in driving a lover over the edge.

The more visibly turned on he gets, the more I do. The build-up is half the fun. We walk hurriedly to the room. The moment we are inside, the bags are flung on the floor, and we are a tangle of lips, tongues, arms, legs. We tumble onto the bed. Eventually, breathlessly, we break apart, and he asks, "Do I get to find out what you have on under that?"

I reach over and turn the radio on. I think we may need the music to mask the sounds which will soon be emanating from the room. (Not that I am inhibited, but we don't know who is staying in the adjacent rooms. Might be someone who knows him.) Just before I get up, I take his hand, bring it up under my sweater and let him feel the curve of my breast through the satin. Then I rise, walk a few feet away from him, turn, and begin taking my sweater off. Slowly, seductively. It takes just a few seconds, but I make the most of it. He groans. I walk up to him. He is sitting on the bed and I bend slightly to let my breasts brush his face. The softness of the satin, the scratch of the lace.

My nipples are hard. As his hands reach up to cup them, I reach down and pull off his t-shirt. Mmmm. That hairy chest. I run my hands up and over his shoulders, down his back. I never liked hairy backs before, but his is so soft it's like a silky fur pelt. I love it. His hands are caressing, stroking my breasts through the bra. His thumbs each rubbing and teasing a nipple. My breath is coming in short gasps. I have to try not to hyperventilate. We will have so little time together. I want this to go slowly. To savour every moment.

He gently pulls back a part of the lace, and begins teasing my nipple with his tongue. It practically vibrates on my nipple. Now I am moaning and digging my nails in his shoulders, and trying not to lose control. His tongue begins teasing my other nipple, as his hands deftly undo my jeans. They are tight, so he must work them slowly down to the floor. I am practically swimming in my panties. He runs his hand lightly between my legs and utters one word: "Wow".

He stands, puts his hands on my waist, turns me, and lays me back on the bed. He kneels on the floor, pulls my ass forward, and positions me on the edge of the bed. Then he starts kissing my pussy through the panties. Kissing, biting, sucking, chewing gently on my clit. The feeling through the satin is exquisite. His fingernails rake my inner thighs. He works his hands round, and squeezes my ass. Every so often he sneaks a finger under edge of the panty, and teases me. My hands are in his hair, then clutching the fabric of the bedspread, then rubbing my breasts, frantic. My hips are undulating towards his face. He watches me the whole time. It turns him on to have this power over me.

To be in control. My moans are like a plea to stop teasing, and he finally gives in. He pulls the crotch of the panties aside and puts his delicious, incredible tongue directly to work on my clit. I begin to quiver uncontrollably, and I am coming, and coming and moaning and coming.

He looks up smiling, his face glistening, and I lurch to a sitting position again, and grab him. Still fresh with the glow of the orgasm, I kiss him passionately, our faces sliding all over each other's, slick with the taste of my cum. The half-day's growth of beard on his face makes my lips and cheeks burn, but serves only to heighten the sensations. "I know what you want now," he teases. But I show remarkable restraint. It is MY turn to pleasure HIM. "Yes, but I am going to treat you to something special first. I told you I didn't really play my full hand last time…. I'll show you a few more cards this time."

At my urging, we stand up. I run my tongue playfully through his chest hair. He smells wonderful. A mixture of clean-soapsmell, with a hint of musky, male, sweat. I seek out the nipples that I know are so sensitive, and give them my full attention. While I tongue and playfully bite one nipple, I tease the other with my thumb and forefinger. Pinching gently, and brushing lightly and rapidly over the erect nipple. His breath is coming in ragged gasps. (gee and I haven't even done anything REALLY good yet – I smile to myself). I run my fingernails gently down the sides of his chest, work my way over to the middle, and begin undoing his jeans.

I slide my hand into his pants, and rub that hot, inviting flesh. I instantly notice something. "Oh. You don't have any underwear on. How naughty." That infamous devilish grin flashes across his face. "I remembered that fantasy you told me, and I decided not to wear any. Just on the off chance that you might be here." I feel warmed by the fact that he remembered. But how cocky! "How did you know I'd be interested in finding out? Did you really think I'd still find you that irresistable?" "Well, didn't you?" "Ohhh. You're a rat!" And I tug at his chest-hair. But I'm only feigning offence. I have always found his self-assured manner captivating, so I let the comment slide.

As I drop his jeans to the floor, I drop to my knees.

I can tell that his hard cock desperately wants to feel my lips around it. But he will want it even more by the time I am ready to provide that service. I tickle under his balls with my fingertips, stroke his legs, and apply tender teasing kisses around his cock, but only just barely touch it. Each time my face deliberately brushes against it, he sighs. He makes a half hearted attempt to direct my head and mouth to the area desiring the most attention, but I deftly out-maneuver him and continue my teasing. I take one of his balls in my mouth and begin sucking it, swirling my tongue over it as it slides in and out of my mouth. Then I start on the other one.

To add to the torture, I start giving feather-light caresses up and down his cock, with my fingertips. It can tell by the increased pitch of his groans and gasps, that I must give him some release soon…. Enough teasing. Well, maybe just a little more…. I run my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, and begin rapidly flicking just below the head with the tip of my tongue. Then I grab the shaft with my hand and slide my mouth over the swollen head. His cock is so wide, I can hardly get my whole mouth over it. As I slide my mouth up and down, I synchronize the motion with strokes from my hand on the shaft. With my other hand I continue to caress and tease his balls.

His knees are buckling, and his hips are thrusting forward. I stop. And hold tightly. Then slowly, I release him, and start stroking his legs. I reach up and tease his nipples with my fingertips again. When I think he is calmer I return my mouth to his cock. Licking and sucking. I love listening to the sounds of his pleasure. The pitch and the volume increase as I slide my mouth faster and faster up and down. His hands try to pull my head away. He tries to stop me. "No. Don't. I want to fuck you. The way you like it." I smile, (Difficult to do with a mouth full of cock), and remove my mouth just long enough to say "Don't worry. You will. You won't get off that lightly".

I am not sure if he is groaning about the pun, or what I am doing to him, but I go to work in earnest.

I can feel his cock probing the back of my throat on each thrust. His hands are in my hair and his hips are thrusting forward in unison with my sucks. It is turning me on so much that my whole pussy is aching, nearly cramping. My nipples are yearning to be touched again. I take one hand away to rub them. Then I slide my hand down under my panties and slip my finger up inside, just to relieve some of that unbearable tension. He looks down at what I am doing, and it excites him all the more. Then he is exploding into my mouth. I practically choke from the force of it, but I swallow it all, and run my tongue in circles around his cock, to lick up every last bit.

I love hearing the gasps and grunts he makes as he is coming. I am being truly wicked, my tongue still active. Then it is overstimulation. He begs me to stop. He is still rock-hard. I stand up and take his hand. "Come and rest on the bed. Regain your strength", I tell him, "You'll need it." Sometimes I'm just soooo bad.

We cuddle under the covers, bodies entwined, and talk about all the things we have been doing since we last spoke. His humor and his laughter are infectious. He is a wonderful story-teller, and I love to watch his animated recanting of past events. I laugh and smile till my face hurts. In between bits of chatter, we kiss, touch, rub bodies. This is yet another form of teasing that we are doing to each other. Finally, I can stand it no longer, and I demand satisfaction. "You KNOW what I want." He reaches 'round to undo my bra. I let him remove it, and with one deft motion, it sails over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

Then he rolls me onto my back, pulls my panties off, and dispatches them to the floor. He slides between my thighs. Probing gently into me with the head of his cock. Slowly, so slowly, barely penetrating me at first. Inching into me. Teasing again. Such delicious torture! He starts a gentle, sensuous, trusting that is just another way of tormenting me. He has that evil look on his face. He KNOWS what this does to me. He is regaining control, while I am losing it completely. I grab his nipples and begin to pinch. "Come ON. Give me what I want!". No response but that smug smile. I arch my back, grab his ass, and try to move onto him more. He pulls back. Then I try pleading "Please?".

He arches his back, still moving slowly in and out, not fully penetrating, and brings his lips to the base of my neck. He starts kissing me there, as he is pumping in and out. The feeling is driving me insane. I get spiky tingles over my whole body, and begin to writhe uncontrollably, begging him to stop. That is the ONE spot, (aside from my clit), which can be used to put me over the edge. I grab his ass again and try to pull myself hard against him, trying to make him fuck me harder. I am moaning so loudly, he puts a hand over my mouth. Then moves his hand and smothers my moans with his mouth. His tongue starts matching the thrusts.

I start sucking gently on his tongue, sliding my mouth on it, as if it were another cock. I am starting to dig my finger nails into his back, and he senses I can't take much more. He buries his face in my neck, digs his hands under and grabs my ass, and begins to pound into me, in earnest. And I am his completely. The last vestiges of my self-control are gone, and it feels exhilarating. Then he stops, and I am quivering, and he whispers in my ear, "You LIKE it HARD. Don't you." Not really a question, more of an accusation. I beg, my voice a soft, hoarse confession, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Oh PLEASE." He pulls out, rolls me over, and gets me on my hands and knees.

He is on his knees on the bed, thrusting deep and hard into me and I am nearly delirious. There is a mirror on the wall beside the bed, and I catch sight of our reflections. Impossible to believe, but the sight turns me on even more. He looks over, sees what I am looking at, and he becomes more vigorous. His balls slap against my clit, amplifying the wet sound of our bodies moving together, and his fingertips dig into the flesh on my hips. I am on the verge of begging him to stop – it is getting so intense – and he does.

I can feel him, pressed into me, taking breaths in long draughts, his cock throbbing, on the verge… I look over my shoulder at him. His face is flushed, as is his chest. He wants to last a little longer, so he slows things down. His cock still inside me, he reaches his hands round my sides, and starts squeezing my breasts. Then caressing gently, then squeezing. He starts pumping slowly again, and I begin to moan again. He is rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I reach back, grab one of his hands, and bring it forward to my face. He stops moving, uncertain of what I am about to do. I run my tongue along his palm, and then bite each of his fingertips lightly.

Then I begin sucking on his middle finger. I gently scrape the finger tip with my bottom teeth, and start sucking in earnest – sliding his finger in and out of my mouth. I hear a groan. His finger is pulled gently out of my mouth, but I do not give it up willingly. He grabs my hips and resumes that insane, wild, hard fucking. I am pushing back against him, doubling the force of each impact. My arms collapse, and my head and chest drop to the bed, ass still held high. I grab and begin biting a pillow, trying to muffle my near-screams of pleasure. I can feel him swelling up inside me, and then I can feel the pulsing of his orgasm.

He is making the most gutteral, feral sounds, like some kind of animal. His orgasm seems to go on forever, and he holds me tight to him as he rides out these waves of pleasure. Then his hands slide forward, and find my clit. His fingers vibrate side-to-side on it, and even as his pleasure is subsiding, mine is reaching yet another peak. I rock back against him as I come again. The sensation is almost unbearable. I can feel myself squeezing his cock, with each wave of pleasure. Each time, he gives a little grunt, and another thrust.

Completely spent, I collapse on the bed, still moaning softly, and struggling for breath. He snuggles up beside me, and holds me close. His hands stroke the last spasms from my body, and he kisses my forehead lightly. Even in my exhaustion, I feel that dizzying excitement, that 'rush' that I get when I am around him. Difficult to explain, but it makes me feel alive. I know he feels it too. He looks invigorated. "That was an incredible vitamin supplement." he says. An old joke. I smile. "You could have gotten it from someone else anytime, I'm sure." "Yeah,", he says, "But it would have been the generic brand. A pale imitation.

I prefer to hold out for the good stuff." "Flattery will get you everywhere." "It already has." Damn, it feels good to be with him again. I can't even feel guilty about it anymore. It just feels so right. In the background I hear the dying strains of a song on the radio, and the words are eerily appropriate:

What about now? Forget about tomorrow It's too far away. What about now? Don't talk of Yesterday Its too far away. Too far away. Its too far away.

What about now?

It's all about now, right now. Don't break the spell…..

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