ECSTASY 3.2

In minutes I was writhing in pleasure. The whimpers I made spoke to how starved of affection I'd been of late, but I couldn't find it within me to care - not now my legs were trembling. While he relentlessly massaged his fingertips into my sweet spot, he affectionately lavished my neck and shoulders with his lips, gifting kisses, licks, and bites to torment me. Enthralled and teetering on the edge, I'd begun grinding my hips against his hand when I heard myself whine, "Please."

"You want more?" He paused from kissing my neck to ask. By my ear, his voice was warm, calm and sultry like sweet honey pouring into my ear, making me want to suck his words off his tongue.

Ngh, don't make me say it. Don't make me beg...

As he grinned wickedly, his fingers shifted southward and teased at a possible new destination he could explore. In anticipation of having some part of him inside me, I groaned, "Agh, yes, m- more...", desperate and shamelessly. My eyes squeezed closed beneath the desperate furrow on my brow.

All at once, he realised my hands from his grasp, and I thought my request would be fulfilled, but instead, he moved away and left me panting and wanting. Instantly, I felt foolish, but then what he started to do had me curiously tipping my head. He took a knee and began to relieve me of the clothing below my waist. His patience in unlacing my boots and peeling off my socks was far from what I was used to. There was no rush. He was tender and gentle, which made committing to the tryst so much easier on my conscience. The way he caressed his hands up my legs made me want him there - no doubt, but I was made shy by how he examined me so hungrily - he lapped his lips.

With my palms covering my mouth, I nervously held my breath as he set a chaste kiss beneath my navel. He was about to give it to me in the way I liked best, but it had always been something I had only dared try with one of my past boyfriends, a boy I'd gotten to know and was committed to. The act was so personal and intimate, and now I was about to give it away to a stranger! I knew that if I let him have me that way, I was bound to lose control. I couldn't help feeling daunted that he might witness me at my rawest. There would be no way I could uphold any pretence that I was comfortably and confidently promiscuous if he saw me undone so easily.

The anticipation was electrifying, but my nerves rendered me motionless. I didn't know whether he sensed my apprehension or if it was written all over my face. In the darkness, he held my gaze, and I thought I saw an amorous smile from him before he kissed me again. This time his lips were open and tentatively edging lower as if to question if I was certain I wanted him to continue. The aching between my thighs that was brazenly exposed to him was torturous, and to back out now seemed impossible. So despite my apprehension, and without meaning to, I coyly nodded; yes.

Holding my gaze, he reached out his tongue and moved it against me. That one slow and purposeful lick felt sinfully indulgent that I quivered and whimpered into my hands.

Closing his eyes, he took control, locked his lips around me and devoured me in a way I had only dreamt possible in private moments of self-love. My exes had never lived up to my vivid imaginings, but this man made me feel feverish in mere seconds. Barely any time had passed when a wave of intense pleasure drowned me. My hands fell away from my face firstly because there was no point in hiding now but also to grasp a hold of his hair. A primal cry came howling from my chest - admittedly, it was a strange sound to my ears because I had never felt that way before.

Sat back on his heels, he became my private audience, and though I had feared how shameful letting him see me at my most vulnerable would feel, it was wickedly delicious and liberating. Though he indulged in the voyeurism of watching me, he diligently continued rolling his fingers against me to see me through to every last spasm of my orgasm.

Humming in appreciation, he encouraged me, "Hmm, that's it, like that. Let go."

I'd already thrown caution to the wind, and now I didn't want to stop. Fortunately, he felt the same and barely left me a moment to centre myself before returning his lips to me. Gripping onto my elevated thigh with eager pressure, he ravenously plunged his face back between them.

We were barely inside his house and had already gotten this far. Now that my nerves had dissipated, there was evidently an unspoken magnetism between us that was raw and carnal.

Passion moved us quickly on, and soon I felt his fingers trace up my inner thigh. Before I could dream of protesting, one nestled into me and added another layer of delight.

"Ah, God." I groaned.

"More?"

"Yes!" I barely thought about how desperate I might've sounded.

Without further prompting, another finger joined his other and moved to beckon another climax from me. I already couldn't imagine how it could feel any better, but then it did, and I was propelled deeper into ecstasy.

Along with the work of his tongue, it didn't take long until he got what he wanted, and I cried out again, thighs trembling as my back arched away from the wall. My hands let go of his hair, and I sent them, grasping into my own. Even if my life had depended on it, I couldn't have caught my breath any faster and panted uncontrollably.

"I think you've had enough of that..." He concluded. One moment he was there; the next, he wasn't and stood upright in front of me as I attempted to centre myself.

In my mind whirled a thousand questions; Is that it? Is it over? Is that all he wanted? Did he even get anything out of it?

I mourned the lost opportunity. After all the build-up, I'd thought it was inevitable that we'd have sex, but now I was unsure. While I spun in circles in my mind, trying to grasp onto a clear thought, it dawned on me that maybe he wanted me to make the next move.

My hands dropped from my hair, and I was about to reach for him when I noticed his hand delve into the back pocket of his jeans to remove his wallet...

Watching him open it, I jumped to a mortifying conclusion. Suddenly, my hands clasped over his to stop him from retrieving any money.

"I- I'm not a prostitute!" I exclaimed in shock.

"What?" He found my eyes and looked equally as shocked and confused as I probably did. "I know. I was getting this." Held between his fingers, he presented me with a square foil packet that excused his actions and painted a clearer picture for me.

"A condom," I muttered, identifying the object, red-faced and defeated as I held my hands over my face. "Oh My God, could this be any more embarrassing? I- I should go." The door was still in sight. I just wanted to get away quickly and save face.

"You definitely shouldn't leave yet." He said calmly.

I was still in shock, and despite myself, I couldn't take my eyes off him. With eager eyes, I watched what he did next; he unfastened his jeans and pulled his underwear down to allow himself freedom. It sprang toward me, and he met my eyes before biting down onto the corner of the packet to tear it open. "Unless you'd leave me like this? That's kinda mean, though, don't you think?" Offering the packet my way, he indicated he wanted me to put it on for him, and although I had decided the moment I saw it that I didn't want to leave, I was unsure I was bold enough to do what he wanted. "It won't bite." He assured me, and I realised I was keeping him waiting.

So far, he had had patience with me, but I was clearly ruining the moment. Pushing my indecision aside, I plucked the condom from its casing and slid it onto him before I could think myself out of it. Now I couldn't help but wonder if we would stay in the entryway. Like before, he seemed privy to my private thoughts, and crouched down, grabbed hold of my thighs and hoisted me to perch on his hips. Chest to chest, I instinctually wrapped limbs around him.

Unceremoniously he carried me through his home until we were in a bedroom. Fortunately, the black-out blinds cloaked the bedroom in darkness despite dawn being on its way. I don't think I could've stood the shame that would have inevitably haunted me should I have screwed him in broad daylight. This way, at least, I had the excuse of being enchanted by temporary lunacy.

Sprawled back on his bed sheets, I wasn't alone for long; he slipped out of his jeans and joined me. As I watched him prowl my way, I shamelessly admired his body again now that he was naked. Looking at his physique, I felt a pang of carnal hunger ripple up from the depths of my womanhood. When his hand reached out to stroke up my leg, I was more than ready to stop overthinking. With my long slender legs clinging to either side of his hips, he hastened to position himself between my thighs and put us together.

Immodestly he watched as our bodies moved like tidal water to and from each other in steady motions until we eventually crashed together more fiercely - engulfed by tantalising feelings. Our limbs entwined, our hands exploring every inch of the other. Our lips locked, and all the while, his hips kept a pleasing pace until it all got too much to contain again. Arching my back pushed my body into him, and my erect nipples brushed against his chest until their call to his lips was answered. With one breast under his palm and the other under his lips again, I combed his hair back from his face so that I could watch every nuance of what he was doing to me.

My next orgasm was far more powerful than the one he'd given me in the hallway. I clutched the sheets and curled my toes as tightly as I coiled my legs about him to keep him deep within. That was when it occurred to me that I might have called out his name... if I'd known it, but I didn't.

Patiently he soothed me back into the rhythm of our horizontal dance when I came down from my high, and with his lips wandering about my neck and chest, I was free to whisper, "I don't even know your name."

The sheen of perspiration we had spent had bonded our bodies together, and in peeling us apart, he met my eyes to introduce himself with a charming smile and swept my hair back from my face. "It's Cole. What about you?"

"Ana. I'm Ana." I muttered.

Taken with the look on his face, I reached out and set my hand on his neck; my thumb stroked over his jawline. A mere second flickered by before I realised how overly affectionate the gesture might've seemed. Perhaps it was inappropriate behaviour towards such a casual acquaintance? Convinced of this, I was about to retract my hand when I felt his hand cover mine to keep it where it was. He smiled again, still staring down into my eyes though he hadn't stopped the slow rolling movement of his hips.

"You have pretty eyes, Ana."

I didn't need a mirror to know that what he said made me blush, but he gave me no opportunity to thank him because he stopped my lips with another kiss. A kiss that quickly turned into another feast. We devoured each other as if our hunger would never be satisfied. To say that Cole was taking care of me passionately was to understate how precious he made me feel. I was under no illusion that he was making love to me, but he was still tender even in his urgency to ensure we both tasted the maximum amount of pleasure.

The pace built and built until, at last, he finished, and when he did, he held onto me possessively. Seeing that he knew my name now, he unashamedly growled it into my neck, so there was no mistaking that I had been the cause of his undoing. His climax ripped through him and caused him to quake against me. As my hands clung to his back, I could feel how his every muscle spasmed. Flopping back against the sheets at my side, he huffed a great sigh which instigated a convalescence.

The silence between us was deafening, and no sooner had I come around and crashed back into reality; I started to feel self-conscious that I was lying there naked. I had never felt like that around my boyfriends, but Cole was still very unfamiliar. He didn't know me from Adam.

I dared to tear my eyes away from the ceiling and look over at him at my side. Swept away with admiring his body all over again, I bit my lip and the preverbal bullet and said, "Can we do it again?" I sat up, indicating that this time I wanted to mount him if he would let me.

"Huh? Oh... Uh, sure." He agreed and welcomed me as I straddled his hips. "But we need another one of these." Cole gestured to his nightstand.

When I reached into the drawer, I spied his stash of protection and other erotic paraphernalia. It seemed he wasn't remotely bashful about the drawer's contents, so I brushed it aside and tended to get him 'ready' again.

"Someone's not so shy anymore." He chuckled as he watched me move my hands around him.

The little noises he made let me know I was doing it right, at least, but I felt inspired to do something else daring even after I had managed to get the condom on him. Shimmying into a new position, I took him off guard when I took him into my mouth. There was something about fellatio that I had always enjoyed; perhaps it was an oral fixation - I was an avid pen chewer. Of course, I didn't presume to bite him! But after a few minutes, he reached for my hair. Not to force me further down him, although I wouldn't have minded, but to pull me back.

"If you don't stop that now, I'm not going to be of any use to you." He managed through gritted teeth.

I felt triumphant in getting him on edge but ultimately gave in, slipped back up to his hips, and lowered myself down. The transition came naturally now that I wasn't overthinking.

This time around, it didn't take either of us as long to reach our climaxes. They were each as explosive as the others. His eager eyes watched as I moved up and down and aided my pleasure by stimulating me while I rode toward ecstasy.

At the mercy of the rapid pace I had set, Cole had to surrender. It wasn't long before he grasped my hips and pulled me down onto him, with force, so that he was buried into me as deeply as possible. We both moaned in harmony until it was all over.