“You’re so tight, Julia. Damn!”
“I’ve never had anything close to your monster inside me. Holy hell, it’s like I can feel every vein as you slide in.”
She leaned back and finally sat on his body; he was fully sheathed inside her.
“Oh, yeah!” she moaned as she put her hands on his chest and slid back and forth. “You feel so good, Eric.”
He relished her compliments. He was in a state of bliss and a state of shock. He was finally making love to Julia Hewitt, the woman of his dreams. Literally, the woman of his fantasies. He knew he had to impress her, he wanted her every day now that he had a taste of her.
His reverie was broken when her body slammed down on top of him. She repeated the motion over and over, as her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Holy shit,” he thought as she pounded into him mercilessly.
“Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Oh, shit!” she screamed then stopped and ground into his pelvis.
He loved the look on her face as she rocked and rolled through her orgasm. Her nose scrunched, her eyes closed, her mouth looked like a fish gasping out of water, it was all gorgeous. She was beautiful.
She collapsed onto his chest and buried her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, his hard cock staying inside her snug channel. The smell of berries wafted into his nose as she tried to catch her breath.
“You are an amazing kid, Eric.”
He laughed, “I haven’t even done anything yet. That was all on you.”
“Oh, God! I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when you drive,” she purred.
“Um, I haven’t cum yet, Sweetie.”
She looked at him wide eyed, almost panicked, “I need a few minutes.”
He laughed. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that.
“Sure. Let me get you some water,” he said as he kissed her forehead.
“Thank you,” she said as she lifted off of him. She felt the cool air hit her empty vagina as she lay back onto her pillow. She wondered if she’d ever have an experience like that again. She hoped so.
Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind. She burst out of bed and opened the top drawer of her chest of drawers. She dug around and found the pair of Wolford thigh high stockings and hurriedly slipped them on. She slid her hands up the silky black nylons and decided to strike a pose for Eric.
She stood with her hands on her hips and her right leg bent up on her tip toes as he walked into the room. He almost dropped the bottles of water as he took in the sight of his greatest fantasy. Julia naked in just her stockings.
“Holy shit, you’re hot!” he said as he gawked at her body.
“You think so, Stud?”
“In my wildest dreams, I never imagined seeing you like this in person. And now, you’re three feet away and I’m frozen.”
She smirked, “Well unfreeze yourself and make love to me.”
“No, drink first,” he handed her the bottle and she sat on the bed.
He knelt before her and lifted her stocking-clad foot to his lips. She raised an eyebrow as he kissed the top of her foot, then her toes; one by one.
“Someone has a foot fetish?” she teased.
He shrugged his shoulders and switched feet, “I’ve been jerking off to a picture of you, barefoot in pantyhose, for years. Blame yourself.” He licked her heel and dragged his tongue across her high arch to her toes, where he swirled his tongue around her big toe.
He kissed her ankle, calf, and licked from behind her knee to the bare skin where her leg meets her center. Her arousal was evident. Her inner lips glistened in the soft light of the bedroom, and she shuddered when he swiped his tongue along her outer lips.
“I still can’t believe it’s real. I’m really here with you, naked on your bed,” he licked her again, “your taste on my tongue. I want to do so much with you, to you. I don’t even know where to begin.”
She was floored by his worship of her. She never thought anyone would or could feel the way about her as he did. Why didn’t her ex feel the same?
She ran her fingers through his hair and said, “Why don’t you start there, and we’ll see what happens next?”
“Gladly.”
He licked, sucked, and slurped every millimeter of her pussy. He paid attention to every ministration that elicited a response. He would remember everything she enjoyed and would repeat it as often as she’d let him.
He imagined waking her up to his tongue on her pussy. He thought he would walk up to her as she did dishes and lift her dress to feast on her as she went about her chores. He envisioned worshiping her to an orgasm before she dressed after each shower. He had to have her all the time.
She pulled his head into her again. She couldn’t get enough of his anxious tongue and lips. She knew he would do anything she wanted. The power she held over him could be exerted at her will. “I could have a personal sex slave,” she thought and almost giggled.
Her mind was shaken from its reverie by her impending orgasm. Eric added fingers to his efforts and the sensation of the fingers he had rubbing her inner walls, his hand squeezing her ass as he lifted her to his lips, and his tongue swiping her clit was too much and sent her over the edge.
“Yes!” she shrieked. “Fuck, oh shit! Yes!”
Eric felt her hands release his hair and he gave a final swipe of his tongue to her clit before setting her back onto the bed. He slid up slowly as he watched her closed eyes. He smiled at her face in post orgasmic bliss, evidenced by the slight smirk on one side of her mouth, her furrowed brow, and her flushed cheeks. She was so beautiful.
He slid his glans along her pussy, gathering wetness. Her eyes shot open in anticipation of him entering her again. He smiled as he pressed into her tunnel, which accepted him only slightly easier than the first time.
“Fuck,” he sighed at her tightness. He lifted her butt to pull her closer to him as he entered her. “I don’t know how I’ll ever make love to someone else.”
She liked that he said, ‘make love.’ Not once did he refer to it as ‘fucking.’ She smiled at the thought that Eric had no idea she felt the same. How could anyone else compare to the worship he bestowed upon her.
Her body began to tremble. He began thrusting into her, not hard, but fast. She liked it fast, but she loved it hard. “Harder,” she begged. “Pound me into the bed, Stud.”
He nodded and a bead of sweat dropped onto her stomach. His controlled thrusts changed as he gave her the pounding she wanted.
She moaned and screamed unintelligibly, as he pummeled and thrashed her like a rag doll. “Oof,” she shrieked when he flipped her onto her stomach and moved his legs outside of her. “Oh, God, yes!” she cried as he assaulted her pussy from the push up position. “Fuck, Eric, don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” she screamed as the orgasm peaked and shook her body.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hold back any longer,” he grunted before he unloaded everything he had deep into her well fucked tunnel. “Jesus, Julia, holy crap!” He stiffened and shot his final blast into her, before falling to the side, leaving her in the prone position.
Neither spoke as he caressed her ass and kissed her neck. She was so still and quiet, he wondered if she fell asleep, until she turned and spooned into him.