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Chapter 5
Julie, AKA Constance
The music was moving me and his hands accompanied the rhythm until I was naked from the waist down with the sweater hanging low. It was barely hiding what his fingers were getting intimately acquainted with.
“This doesn’t have to go any further than right here. Tell me to stop and I will reluctantly do so. I’m hungry to taste you. I have to trust that you know exactly what you’re doing. I don’t see that haze in your eyes of being under the influence. We should be running upstairs and jumping into bed but again, I don’t want to be too eager,” he said breathlessly with his hot words causing me to relinquish the control into his hands.
I squealed in protest when he lifted me until I was sitting on the island in the kitchen. Those tight jeans were tossed onto the floor just a couple of steps from the front door. He frantically ripped off my panties. They were hanging precariously from one foot with the ripe aroma in the air.
“I want to know what you can do with your mouth besides talking. I’m not suggesting anything more than that. We can take it one step at a time. You never know when my resistance will be weakened. The best way to accomplish that is on your knees. Do I really have to say it again?” I asked with him smiling until he was on his knees with my legs spread getting a better look at the evidence of my arousal.
I never really cared about anything until I met him in high school. Getting him alone was the only thing I could think about. Studying in my bedroom had me fantasizing about all different sorts of scenarios where we wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.
My parents were never around to police my actions, but I was always considered the good girl. What I wanted most of all was to be that nasty little whore on her knees servicing her man until he was ready to take her from behind.
The days had gone by quickly with years elapsing until I finally set eyes on him again. That very moment was forever imprinted in my mind. The tattoo of his touch was never going to go away for as long as I lived.
I was lost in a dream unable to differentiate between reality and fantasy. He was moving way too slow with grazing motions of his fingers on the inside of my thighs to make me twitch with a hunger.
I wanted him to be straight up with me from the very beginning. I was caught in the slamming door of his loving embrace. He was about to play hide and seek with his oral instrument. My mouth was parched with my lips sticking together waiting with bated breath to feel that first flutter of his tongue.
I didn’t know if I was more than hot for his form but these teasing gestures were certainly paving the way for something more to happen between us. I jumped and threw out my chest while biting on the bottom of my lip.
He spread me open with the muscles in my legs burning with the effort to comply. Splitting me down the middle had him running the length of his tongue down the slice of pie ready to be consumed. His wanton approach had me basking in the feeling of being stripped bare, vulnerable, and exposed to his touch.
He thought we were strangers connected in some unexpected way but it went beyond that. I could’ve told him at any time about our connection. Everything was forgotten for the moment with him firmly planted between my knees. Breaking down those walls took less than three deep penetrating thrusts of his tongue.
There was no jungle completely shaved bare which seemed to encourage his bad behavior.
The last of the sun was filtering through the curtains flickering with its orange embers.
The darkest recesses of my mind had been ignited.
“I suppose I had this coming. Last night wasn’t fair of me. I think I was scared of getting too close to you. You might think I’m crazy for saying this but you know my body better than anybody. Is it foolish of me to succumb to a moment of unrestrained passion? Those three beers helped to make up my mind,” I stammered with my legs over his shoulders while drumming against his back with my bare feet.
“There’s no reason why we have to talk about this. Why don’t we just let nature take its course and see what happens? I know it’s a novel concept but maybe you don’t have to over think these things too much,” he replied with this sheen on his lips until he returned to active duty with a piece of hardware hard inside his pants ready to bust loose of its prison.
“The only thing that you can do for me is make me go crazy with one orgasm after another. I want to be exhausted drained of all of my energy unable to speak after you’re done with me. Don’t even think about coming up for air. I can be rather forceful with my hands on the back of your head. You will feel like you’re suffocating but you won’t care,” I whispered with my eyes blinking trying to keep them open, not wanting to miss one single moment of what he was doing to me.
My hands grabbed onto the edge of the counter and I shuffled back with him following me every single inch. It wasn’t long until I was on the other side of the counter with him lying between my legs feasting on the succulent peach I had offered him.
Trying to get away was the problem. It would’ve been easy to stop him cold but the heat that generated from his mouth had turned up the temperature until I was feeling it down to my bones.
The electrical charge fed me the necessary encouragement until my body responded with a banshee response. The scream made me flail my limbs.
My fingers brushed the pots and pans hanging above me. They clanged in applause. My lungs were burning until my voice was hoarse. I was still under his controlling thumb.
Ironically, that same thumb was prolonging my pleasure with circular swipes around my clit. The seconds ticked by. He had me in his grip and he wasn’t letting go. He was ravenous completely unresponsive with his eyes glowing with insistence.
“You sure do know how to use your tongue. I know that you can feel what you are doing to me. I want you to experience that ripple and to taste my juices squirting into your mouth. You are very close to opening up those floodgates. Once they are opened, there’s no closing them,” I warned through clenched teeth with these colorful lights exploding in fragments behind my eyelids.
He wasn’t just painting by the numbers with the brush of his tongue. This was a man that knew the importance of foreplay. Those three orgasms came over me like a rash spreading over my body until I couldn’t escape those pleasurable sensations.
I spied Bethany at the door standing back and watching his handiwork. She was always a bit of a voyeuristic freak. I never experienced it but she was more than willing to discuss those moments where she caught people in the act through their windows at night.
She wasn’t a peeping Tom. She was a peeping Jane.
Her hand was down her pants relieving that dull ache of desire radiating through her limbs.
