He slowly opened the bottle, and poured a trace amount into his palm, and then mine. I had no idea where Chrissie was, my eyes never leaving Tom’s face.
“Now we’re going to touch each other, darling. Follow my lead, then follow your own,” he sighed. He brought his fingertips to my temples and gingerly massaged the scented oil into my temples, my eyes closing from his delicate touch.
I slowly brought my fingers to his temples, and mimicked his touch. Our eyes locked on one another again. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, his fingers tracing my cheek, the scent of the oil filling me. I rubbed my slick thumbs over his face, and behind his ears, feeling him as if for the first time. I shivered, as he brought his finger across my parted lips, a single finger sliding into my mouth. I frailly licked it, my tongue tasting him. He pulled it out, and ran it across my lips again.
I ran my finger across his lips, his mouth eagerly opening and sucking it. I felt myself getting wet. This slow, sensuous act was thrilling. I pulled it out, lest he gets too excited. His oiled fingers swept across my neck, applying just enough erotic pressure for my heart to skip a few beats. I stroked his chin, marvelling at the contours I seemingly had never noticed. We touched, teased, and discovered, again, one another. His strong hands were on my shoulders, sweeping down and lifting my breasts, his slippery fingers tugging on my taut nipples. I followed his lead, pinching his nipples, and pulling them. I looked down at his hard cock, for the first time in an hour, probably. It was so fucking erect! I could feel myself cream, the unmistakable scent rising from my pussy.
I, surreptitiously or not, picked up the oil bottle and poured more into my hand. I motioned to Tom, and he held his hand out. A few globs of the viscous oil fell into his palm. I kept my eyes on him as my hands slid down, and I grasped his hardness, my fingers sliding along his pole. Fuck. He was SO hard! I felt his fingers swiping through my labia, splitting them so easily. His fingertip flicked my erect clit, making me quiver with desire. Not a word was spoken as we lovingly stroked each other, the tension in the room rising. We felt Chrissie gently clambering onto the bed, looking at us, but not touching either. Tom slipped a single finger deep inside me, my body lurching, and a low moan escaping my mouth. Chrissie’s hand was now delicately stroking me, knowing how close we were. She arranged the pillows behind me, and whispered, “Take him, Em.”
Tom lifted me by my warm ass, as I shifted forward a few inches. I rose to my knees,
and rubbed Tom’s hardness through my labia. The sensation of his thick, stiff prick made me quiver. As I slid onto his shaft, our eyes were locked, filling me in one smooth stroke. My glazed eyes shot open, and my mouth was unsettled in surprise at how hard he was. I couldn’t remember him being so…masculine! Tom put his hands on my shoulder, pulling me onto his prick. We kissed, slowly at first, gently licking and tenderly biting each other, ’til I lifted myself up, and slid down his meaty cock. Tom held my butt in his strong hands, as we languidly moved against each other, each movement slow and deliberate. Our mouths moved from each, and we just looked at each other, our hands caressing each other’s face, hair, lips and mouths.
I slipped two fingers into his mouth, and moved them around lewdly, his face contorted with the intrusion. Of course, Tom ramped it up by teasing me with his fingers, running them over my lips, my mouth open with expectation, but they never entered. My tongue licked his fingers instead, as he slid one finger along its tip, flirting with me.
I pushed my breasts against his firm chest, rubbing them over him, my nipples hard, and eager for relief. Our hips never stopped sliding into each other, the moisture allowing us to glide together. It took me a while to adjust to his thickness, my pussy being stretched in God knows how many directions. It felt beautiful to be stuffed full of him. I leaned into his neck and inhaled, his scented sweat sending tremors through my body. [God, I thought, I DO want his baby!] We didn’t talk. The only sounds were my constant moans every time he would bottom out, I’m certain prodding my cervix!
The pressure I was feeling was indescribable, as if he was stimulating my whole body. I had never felt this before, and it was a bit scary. I rode Tom’s beautiful manhood, each deep thrust raising my heartbeat, my body quivering, and my breath faltering. My pelvis was moving quicker, my motions jerky as I felt him touch my cervix with every thrust. This strange feeling started at the top of my head, and slowly trailed down my body. I was cumming, but so much more intense than any time before. I gasped and screamed so loud, that Chrissie had to cover my mouth. I grasped Tom’s back, held him, and dug my nails into him. I was thrashing, my hips uncontrollably shaking, and fucking his cock, as my juices ran from my body. My orgasm didn’t taper off, but grew as it floated down my body. I threw my head back, my breasts firm and proud as Tom held me, and moved with every seizure. I could feel Chrissie’s hands softly touching me, yet another sensation to my fervour.
I collapsed my head on Tom’s shoulder. My shivering had subsided, but my body was still tingling.
“Tom…what was that?” I breathed heavily. “What did…you…”
“Lie back, darling.” I looked at Tom, and read his face.