Winning Appeal

“Mark! Oh God!” I cried out as I felt my pussy clench and potent waves of release coursed through me. I was shivering with sensation and my inner muscles didn’t stop convulsing for several seconds. It was gut wrenching, but finally, my body relaxed. As I lay there basking in the warm pleasure of afterglow, he raised his head.

“Thank you for remembering my name,” he said as he gently trailed kisses along my belly. I laughed and it felt wonderful. He climbed up on the bed and lay down on his side. “Come here, sexy,” he said with a smile. I turned over and crawled on rubbery legs to lie beside him, looking into his beautiful smoky gray eyes, still hazy with desire. “Listening to you moan makes me crazy.” He traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. He hesitated for a second but I gave him a reassuring look and he lowered his head and slid his tongue smoothly into my mouth, moving his lips against mine. After kissing me slowly and sensually for a while he pulled back.

“See how good you taste?” he asked, moving his lips to my neck. There really was something very erotic about tasting myself on his tongue.

“I want you,” I said in a voice thick with desire. He didn’t hesitate, but sat up immediately and reached over to the bedside table for a condom. Ripping open the packet, he rolled it on expertly while Mass Undergoe sang I Need You, and it dawned on me that Mark had been exhibiting great self-control, putting my needs first, even though he was probably as desperate as I was.

“How would you like me to take you first?” he asked and my stomach flipped over.

“However you want me,” I answered, feeling again like I might actually swoon. Just for the record, nobody had ever made me swoon before. I wasn’t even sure swooning was a real thing before now.

“I want you every way.” He smiled the naughty smile. “And I’ll have you every way eventually, but how about for the first time, we start with you on top.”

“Yes,” I said simply.

“That word sounds better every time you say it.”

He moved up and braced his back against the headboard. “Come and show me how well we fit together.” I climbed onto his lap straddling him, and he held my hips and bent his head and trailed kisses along my breasts while I positioned myself over him. I used my hand to guide his cock to my entrance, and I rested my other hand on his shoulder, he tilted his chin up so I could see his eyes and then I slowly slid home.

I loved the look of pleasure on his face as I took him inch by inch until I was fully seated on his lap with him buried deep inside me. “Oh, Mark.” I gasped.

“Beth,” was all he said and then he lifted me up slowly, and pulled me back down filling me again. I started to ride him faster while he guided my hips. “Oh baby.” I liked it when he called me baby. He sounded so turned on. I ground against him as I bounced up and down and it wasn’t long before I felt the pressure building again.

“Mmm mmm, Mark, yes. Oh God yes,” I ground out. He was so big that I could feel him stretching and completely filling me. It was bliss coupled with a quick stab of pain and it was successfully bringing me to the fastest orgasm I had ever experienced through sex alone.

“So beautiful, Beth. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He was breathing heavily through his mouth and he looked dazed. “Come on baby,” I rode him even harder and faster working for my climax. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.” I was covered in sweat and my hair was sticking to my forehead. I was moaning and then I felt it; my leg muscles locked and my abdomen tensed. “That’s it, come on baby,” he coaxed as I let go.

My body shook as my inner muscles grabbed onto him over and over again. White-hot pleasure and then breathtaking relief washed over me. Finally, I collapsed against his chest, panting. He stoked my hair and my back until my breathing slowed down. “Your turn,” I mumbled and he rolled me over onto my back and knelt between my still shaking legs.

He stared down at me lying there ready to take him again and the look on his face was almost reverent. “I may not last long. It’s been a while and I want this so much. I’m barely holding on.”

“That’s okay. I’m satisfied. Now I want to watch you come apart.” He let out a ragged breath as he grabbed my legs, rested them on his shoulders, and positioned himself. “And Mark…” He looked up at me expectantly. “You can go hard.” He smiled the naughty boy smile and thrust into me deeply. “Oh God!” I cried out and arched my back, grabbing onto the sheets.

“Too hard?” he bit out.

“No. More. Like that,” I said hoarsely and he thrust into me hard again. “Mmm yeah. It feels so good.” He began to build his rhythm as I moaned with pleasure.

“Beth.” He was thrusting steadily now, “Need this so much.”

“Yes! Give it to me just like that. I love it.”

“Oh yes.” He was thrusting hard and fast and he looked completely dazed and absolutely gorgeous. He was flushed and breathing hard, as he alternated between looking into my eyes and watching his cock slide into me over and over again. “Oh God.” He groaned. “I’m going to come.”

“Come on, baby,” I urged him on. He made a guttural sound and then his rhythm faltered and his muscles tensed. He looked up at me almost desperately.

“Oh God. I’m coming, Beth!” He let loose a loud strangled groan, went still and closed his eyes. Then he blew out a sharp breath and collapsed on top of me. I held him and felt his heart pounding, stroking his back as he lay in my arms, the sound of his breathing filling the room. I was stunned by the intensity of what had just happened. Watching him lost in ecstasy had blown my mind.

Finally, he rolled off to his side, and I immediately missed the feeling of his warm weight on me. He was facing away from me and I traced Lady Justice with my fingertip.

“Oh shit,” he said rolling back over. “I’m not, I mean… I’m planning to hold you, but I have get rid of this.” He glanced down at the condom he was still wearing.

“It’s okay. It gave me a chance to look at your tattoo,” I mumbled in a sated voice. “I still find it fascinating.” He smiled and sat up, taking the condom off carefully and dropping it in a wastebasket beside the bed. Then he lay back down and pulled me into his arms.

“Next week I won’t have to do that,” he said with a big grin. “Which means that I won’t have to wait to hold you.” I sighed and snuggled even closer.