I have purposely attempted to leave out cliches and vulgarity (at least maybe what I would consider vulgar). I wanted to see if a story could be just as hot without them. Since I cannot be considered objective, I leave that to you. This is an entirely fictional story (more's the pity!) and has no relation to any real person, place or event. I hope to continue the story for a long time. By all means, email me with comments at LaelSt@aol.com
Thanks, Lael Stalnaker
I lean against the doorjamb and survey the efforts of his labor. I had not really taken a look at the spare bedroom since we got here a week ago. I mean, what's the point? We weren't expecting any guests and so I never paid any attention to it. Well, I must say this; the room looked nothing like it had. He must have been working on his idea since the day we got here. Funny, now that I think about it... he's been quietly and very subtly keeping me out of here. Anyway, the job he has done is breathtaking. It gives me a little more insight into his inner self too.
He has taken the spare bed and rearranged its components; the frame and box spring are gone. I have no idea where he hid those. The walk-in closet, I guess. The mattress is in the center of the room. It is covered with cushions and pillows of all shapes and sizes. Hanging down from the ceiling is this huge mosquito net. It is the biggest one I have ever seen. It falls in waves and folds all the way to the edges of the room. He has taken a clear iridescent glitter or something similar and totally covered the net with it. Across the ceiling, he had put this huge fishing net. It looked like one of the antique hemp-rope ones, rather than a more modern nylon. He has wrapped every inch of that net with miniature white and blue Christmas tree lights. It looks like a net that has been lifted out the water and the water is pouring back into the ocean. The lights hit the mosquito netting with its iridescent blue and cause it to almost glow. Also hanging randomly from the fishing net are various size prisms. There is just enough light close enough to the prisms to cast rainbows everywhere around the room. He has taken some fairly large, long pieces of driftwood and used them to hold the mosquito netting, up and away from the bed, against the far wall. The scent of salt is strong since the ocean has long saturated the driftwood.
I am speechless. His effort puts mine to shame. How ironic that he chose water while I chose fire? The amount of effort this masterpiece took is phenomenal. I feel his arms come from behind and encircle my waist. His chin rests on my upper arm as he observes both the room and my reaction to it. He looks entirely pleased with himself and my reaction. With a laugh, he reaches up from my waist and closes my loosely hanging jaw. I can feel the amount of heat he has built up since we left the shower. It radiates from his skin to mine. I lean into him and try to absorb the total effect of his accomplishment. It is so breathtaking.
His hands are now pushing me gently by the small of my back. He has left the edge of the netting open by the door. I walk into the opening and then kneel on the edge of the bed. As I look upward, he comes in after me and closes the netting behind him. The effect is just as strong and beautiful from inside as it was from the door. Actually, more beautiful. He had left a window ajar. The breeze was just barely moving the netting and the prisms as well. The sense of water motion that this created was so real and ocean like, that it enchants me. The rainbows from the prisms were swirling around the room. He laughed in delight with how well I was responding. I opened my mouth to say something and felt his index finger press against my lips as he shook his head.
Apparently the new rule was no sound. OK, fine by me. He reaches over and takes me by the shoulders, gently laying me back against the cushions. His touch is so soft but entirely hot. He sits next to me for a moment, just gazing down into my eyes. He then drifts those green eyes of his all over me. His pleasure in what he sees is so plainly obvious that I almost giggle. Again his finger is pressed to my lips with a faint smile. I reach out with my tongue and swiftly lick his finger. It is withdrawn.
His hands are now sliding across my chest, back and forth over my nipples. I can feel them stiffen slightly with each pass of his fingertips. That's not the only thing stiffening at this point either. One of his hands comes up from my chest and rests lightly over my eyes. He whispers for me to close them and keep them closed. Again, I am not to make a sound. Yikes, I can see that this round of lovemaking is going to be a lot harder on me than the last one.
His hands have resumed the exploration of my body. He seems to be able to touch me anywhere and cause a sharp tingle. His hands are so strong. It must be from being a construction worker. Each finger has enough power in it to crack an egg by itself. The calluses at the tips are from playing bass guitar with a blues band 3 nights a week. He's an average player, but sure as hell seems to be making up for it in other areas!
Those fingers of his have been tracing every line and curve of my body. Each muscle has been outlined by his hands. No spot is left untouched and no space unexplored. He uses a gentle but firm pressure as he goes over every inch of my body. Then he decides to do the exploring all over again. With his tongue.
I am starting to tremble with the force of holding in my gasps and moans. He has turned me on so fast my head is spinning. I have no idea how he has figured out my turn-ons so quickly. I can feel the tiny bumps on his tongue as he passes it over each nipple. He pauses at the base of my throat and begins to nibble there. Then he sucks on my skin. He does it almost to the point of hurting and then draws back a bit. Then sucks in the same place some more. My breath explodes out of my lungs. A fingertip is placed on my mouth. Feel it run over the edge of my lip, tracing the complete shape. The whole time he is sucking on my throat.
I reach up, with my eyes still closed, to try and find his body. He stops what he is doing and grabs ahold of my hands. Then he places them under the small of my back and pushes down on my stomach. Oh Shit! So far the rules have been kinda fun, but now I am really beginning to get an idea of where he wants to go. I am not supposed to react to anything he does. Meanwhile he is going to be doing his damnedest to get me to react. He's also letting me find this out in stages. I have no idea how I will hold up under those conditions, but a clear challenge has been issued. So be it!
He has moved down to my groin and is sucking on the skin between my right thigh and groin. It is indescribable. He moves to the matching left one. My very hard erection twitches and smacks him on the side of his head. I can feel him smile against my skin.
I now notice the colors playing across the inside of my eyelids. It's a kaleidoscope effect and the colors are so brilliant. Patterns swirl in time to the rhythm of his mouth movements. Tiny starbursts scatter as waves of sensation crash through my body. Spirals overlap grid patterns as I shudder with intense need.
Suddenly, a really cold ovoid is dropped into my bellybutton. I can feel the cold radiating into the skin around it. Then warmth as his tongue rolls it around. He makes a sudden motion and with an extremely faint popping sound, cool liquid splashes onto my skin. It feels faintly sticky. His tongue licks up the liquid with excruciating slowness. He tips out the remains of the ovoid and lets it wobble off of my body. Another icy ovoid is then suddenly dropped on me. The entire sequence is repeated. And again. The edge of a scent finally makes its way through my sexually charged brain. I laugh out loud. It's a frozen grape! I receive a delicate nip with the edges of his teeth to my left side. Meant to be a clear reminder about no sound, I hope.
Now his game takes on a new twist. He lifts my legs at the knee while spreading them further apart. Then my knees are pushed down against the cushions. I feel a slight lurch as he stuffs another cushion firmly under my backside. Now I am tilted on an incline with my head lower than my rear. I can feel him blowing softly on what he has now exposed. A shiver runs up my spine. I can feel myself contract at the area he is blowing on.
I can hear a small sucking noise. Then his hand lifts up my scrotum. It begins to roll my testicles from side to side. A spit-slicked finger then starts drawing a circle around me as he continues to blow softly. He gently pushes in. I make sure to relax myself since I had tightened up a bit with all that he had been doing. The finger is taking its sweet time going anywhere. Then it creeps upward and in. He pulls it back a bit and then rams it in hard. My back arches upward at the same time that my hips thrust downward. His mouth now has me by the one place that has been sadly neglected.
He keeps ramming me as fast as he can and then suddenly stops. He withdraws but continues to suck voraciously on my erection. He carefully drags his teeth along my skin and then releases me. I again hear the faint suck noise and then a burst of cold against my nether skin. He oh so slowly places one of the frozen grapes halfway in me. Again, the cold radiates throughout the near region of skin. His mouth then comes into play and wraps around the grape while applying tremendous suction. The electric bolts this cause shoot up through my body. I can barely feel his hands on the backsides of my thighs bracing him in place. Ha! I won this particular point of the game. I can tell that he had expected me to move or make a sound when he did this. Well, I did. He just doesn't know what. I had bitten into my tongue to keep myself from giving away that he had gotten to me.
He then pops the grape and sucks even harder. I can feel the grape practically rocket out of me. He then puts another one in and pops it. Out it flies. Then abruptly, it all stops. I can no longer feel him touching me and can't hear him moving or breathing either. Suddenly, I can feel a cold smooth something pressing against my lips. I let my lips part and the grape falls in. I pop it and let the coolness run through my mouth to my throat. Now I have to make another decision. Swallow the damn thing or spit it out. I don't want to chew on it. I also might choke on it due to the incline of my head and neck. Darn it! He caught me in a no win spot.
He has other plans though. I feel his lips on mine, and then the leading edge of his tongue. Again I part my lips and let him in. I had tucked the grape under my tongue. When he finally figures out what I had done with it, he starts sucking again. Wow! The grape then ends up in his mouth. This man can put any vacuum to shame.
He was now moving off to my side and then between my widely spread legs. This time there is a soft sqooshing noise. His hand is now back to where had left off with the prior grapes. He has taken two of his artificially slickened fingers and begun pushing in. I relax myself again and go with the flow. He pulls slowly in and out. I can feel his fingers bump against my prostate. My erection flexes each time he does. Those electrical bolts are fairly flying up my body now. Each time, he pulls completely out and then pushes his way back in. I love it!!! I know he can hear my breath speeding way up.
He finally withdraws those long strong fingers of his and then replaces them with what I really want at this point. Well, sort of. He is pressed up against me but not actually in me. He's not moving. I can feel him grinning down on me. Then he just waits. Another eternity passes. It dawns on me what is going on. Damn! I have to move. He wins. My eyes fly open and sure enough, he is smiling a very contented evil little lopsided smile as he watches my face.
Fine, I really don't care at this point. I move my hands out from under me, plant them firmly into the bed and shove upward with my hips. I impale myself on him. The grin widens. He flicks his hips forward and leans in over me. Both of his hands are now placed on either side of my ribcage. He leans even further forward and plants a kiss on my lips. The whole time, his hips are moving steadily toward me. Finally he is pressed up firmly against me. Then stops again. I unclench my teeth and let out the breath I had unknowingly been holding in. It had hurt quite a bit. Now it doesn't. I flex my hips and wiggle a little.
He leans back and I almost gasp with the amazing pressure it causes. He takes me legs and puts them up on his shoulders. I very nearly have my ankles wrapped around his neck. This makes for an entirely different sensation as the angle of him within me shifts. I can feel every inch of him. It feels like he is pulsating. His smile is so damn sexy. His teeth are so white and even. His eyes are partially closed as he ever so slowly begins to pull backward.
I can feel my own erection getting even harder. Didn't think that was possible at this point. It is snug against my stomach now. I throw back my head and watch the shifting colors of the moving lights and reflections above us. My head is spinning as he slams forward. God, he's big! But what a feeling it makes. He goes with the rhythm he favored earlier in the evening. Hard on the in stroke, slow on the out. His back arches on the incoming stroke. My breathing is really harsh now and I can feel the quickening of his pulse through the flesh connecting us.
The minutes warp and I can't tell how long we have been going at it. I really don't care as long as it doesn't stop. I don't want it ever to stop. My eyesight is actually starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges. Slowly and gently, he leans forward again. My legs slip down the side of his arms and he catches them before they can go to far and cause me some real harm. He lowers them back to the bed and continues his lean onto me. His hands run up my body from my thighs to my stomach to my chest and then throat. The lightning trail of sensation follows in their wake. He brushes my nipples and then locks his hands to the side of my face. Once he has my head firmly in hand, he kisses me. This whole time he has maintained his rhythm. What a talent!
He turns my head slightly and brushes his tongue over my ear rim. His teeth lightly graze against my hyper-aware skin. His weight is so good along my torso and the rubbing caused by his movement against my erection nearly makes me loose it. We are both covered in sweat again. He lets go of my ear and whispers,
"You plus me equals ecstasy. I'm glad we waited for this night."
I almost explode right then. His slight breath going into my ear was a whole other world of feeling. The words echo throughout my entire being and body. He leans back again while keeping his stomach pressed to mine. He is really pounding into me now. He then straightens up and keeps going. I love the feeling of him smacking into me every half a second. The force of it has slowly inched me up the bed. He then changes his rhythm and slows to a comparative crawl. His hands go to my hips and gradually begin to turn me on my side. I throw my right leg over his head and now the position has altered completely.
The pillows and cushions have all scattered away from us with the force of his lovemaking. I am on my left side with my right foot at my left knee. I can feel the press of his body going down the length of my body. His arm is over my waist. He has a firm grip on my erection now. I have one arm over my head and the other on his hip. His lips are on the base of my neck, continually kissing me.
He picks up his rhythm again and is really pounding me hard now. The feeling as he slides in and out is so great. It feels so different on my side than it had on my back. His hand around my own erection is also picking up speed. I can feel this wave of something gathering at my toes (which are curled up tight, by the way!) and moving up the length of my body. This wave of intense energy floods upward through my whole body to my brain and then back down again. It then centers on the movement of his hand. I can feel how the nearness of my release is causing my muscles to contract even harder around him as he picks up the speed even more. My brain is fogging out. I can't think about anything except how we seem to be flowing together and then we both explode.
I am ready to swear to this day that when I let loose, I hit the far wall. Surge after surge left my body like the proverbial geyser. Exactly the same moment I can feel him flooding me. The spasms seem to pass back and forth between us through the skin on skin contact of our entire bodies. He feels even harder than before. His groans merge with mine. I/He think(s) we are the same person for a brief microsecond of time. This incredible tension I didn't even know I had lifts from me. Shear exhaustion seems about to overwhelm me. I turn my head to him and kiss his temple. He lifts his face and kisses me deeply. Then we don't move for what feels like hours. He has not withdrawn from me. I don't really want him to for tonight.
I lean back against him and pull his arm up over my chest. It feels so safe and comforting here like this. I can hear and feel him deeply inhaling the scent of my hair. He then rests his cheek against my shoulder blade and begins to breathe deeply. I seem to have worn the poor man out! It is so satisfying to be able to say that and know it for reality. I turn my head just slightly and gaze up the gauzy net above us. The lights twinkle with the movement of the net by the breeze. Everything has a faint blue tint and glitters just a bit. Far in the background, the surf pounds its way up the beach. The wind chimes tinkle and I fade into the best sleep I have ever had.
----------------------------------------------------------- So ends part 2. Part 3 will take me some more time. It is only a vague image right now. Rest well knowing that this story is far from over!