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She heard his words as the heated blast of his breath across her ear seared her senses. “Yes,” she agreed.
She tried to get up, but he held her in place as his mouth devoured hers. Her next rational realization was of her pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. They lay reclined on the couch, on their sides, their chests pressed against each other, her bra still in place. Her leg was wrapped over his, which he removed in order to push her jeans over her hips. She momentarily froze, an uncontrollable reaction.
“You okay?” he murmured, stilling his hands as he’d felt her suddenly go rigid.
“Yes,” she said, catching her breath. “Sorry.” Her eyes met his. She could see the concern in his return stare. “Let’s do this,” she said, pulling herself farther away from him, until she was able to stand. She reached out a hand to him, inviting him to join her when he hadn’t moved.
Dupont knew they hit some sort of wall with her when she froze. And when she pulled away and stood, he feared something triggered her and she was done. He froze and watched her, unsure of what to do. She held a hand to him, so he took it and got up. He was surprised when she stepped to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Let me take off both of our clothes and let me do it with us standing,” she said in a whisper, knowing this would be the way that wouldn’t trigger any more bad memories.
“We don’t have to do this,” Dupont said.
“I want to,” she insisted. She kissed him, trying to recapture the moment.
Dupont tried to respond, tried to get the moment back, but he was too concerned something else he did would make her freeze. It wasn’t until she ran her hand over the front of his pants that he began to feel the arousal return. That and her nipping kisses on his neck, which trailed down his chest until the gentle bite on his nipple was followed by the swirl of her tongue. He could only dream her tongue would do that on the tip of his cock. He gasped at the thought of it.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, with his hands gripping her shoulders. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, as long as we can remain standing and Brad, can I be on top?”
He swore an “oh, fuck, yeah, we can be in any position you want.” The thought of her mounting him made his cock harden like steel.
Once behind his closed bedroom door, Laura Lee undid his jeans. She pushed them down his legs, taking the silky black form-fitting boxer briefs with them. His very stiff, large cock sprang free, catching her eye. He kicked the fabric from his feet.
She stepped back and pushed her own blue jeans down her legs, but she left her panties in place. She wore a matching set, black lace. After she’d kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans, she did a Vanna White wave in front of herself. “You like?”
“Oh, damn woman. Yeah, I like very much.” His lips wore a lust-filled smile. His cock throbbed.
“Would you like to watch me take it off?”
“Baby, leave it on, take it off. It doesn’t matter. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I am the luckiest guy in the world to be in this room with you.”
Laura Lee felt a surge of courage. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. She slid the straps down her shoulders, letting it fall from her breast and drop to the floor. She watched Brad’s eyes lower to them and the expression on his face became more hunger filled. She hooked her thumbs into her panties at each hip and pushed them down as well. She kicked them from her feet. Then she stepped into him.
“Oh, fuck,” he swore again as his arms wrapped around her. His hands glided over her soft flesh, down her back, over her hips, cupped each butt cheek as he pulled her firmly to himself. Her legs were nearly as long as his, so his cock stabbed her right between her legs and bent downward, sliding along her slit without penetrating her.
She gasped at the sudden sensation of his cock up against her and she pushed the panic back. She initiated a kiss. The familiar feeling of his lips, the taste of his mouth, minty like he’d just brushed his teeth, brought her back to the realization that it was Brad she embraced. It was Brad’s cock between her legs. She wanted it. She wanted him.
She let her hands wander over him, sensual strokes that were greedy to feel his toned muscles. Her mind numbed when his hands found their way to her breasts. What his finger tips did to her nipples shot straight to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs, where his cock rubbed. That was when she realized she moved against him.
She broke her lips free from his and pushed him to sit on the bed. His gaze up at her standing over him was pure desire. She placed one knee on the bed beside his thigh and then swung the other into its place beside his other thigh, her breasts in his face, her vagina poised over his awaiting cock.
Dupont didn’t ask permission. His lips took the right nipple as his fingers worked the left. His cock twitched, waiting for her to lower herself all the way onto it. He could feel the tickle of her short and curlies on its tip. He felt moisture too and knew she was wet, ready. The undulating of her body in time with his suckles on her nipple was accompanied by her moans. He couldn’t wait for her to sit fully on him. He needed to be inside her.
Everything felt right. Everything felt good and different from the assault so many years before. The heightened arousal she felt from his touch, from his kisses, from the sensation of his cock patiently waiting, skimming her opening as she moved with enjoyment from the pleasure his kisses and caresses brought her, increased her wanting of him inside of her. She slowly pressed against him, pressing him into her channel. They both gasped and moaned as he penetrated her.
Dupont felt the tightness, the heat, the wetness greet him as he entered her, a surreal sensation after fantasizing about being inside her for so long. As if it was a reflex, he grasped her hips and pressed her down and he drove up with his pelvis, fully burying himself in her.
Laura Lee felt him impale her, fully seat himself all the way inside. She gasped at the fullness she felt, the stretching of her in every direction. But there was no panic, no flashbacks, no horrible memories accompanying his presence inside her. She felt his hips withdraw, pulling it out just an inch before he thrust it back in.
“Let me ride you,” she said, grabbing hold of both his hands, lacing their fingers together.
She rose up on her knees as far as she could and then sat back down, forcing him back in. They both shuddered at the sensation. She found that by moving one foot to the floor, she could raise from his cock nearly completely so the impaling motion felt even more incredible with each thrust. Once she’d gotten a rhythm, going, an excruciating rhythm of nearly complete withdrawal and then complete insertions, so slow that they were both begging for the thrust to come faster, she completely lost the rhythm when he swirled his thumb over her swollen clit, firing nerves into her core that created a sensation she didn’t know existed.
He felt the walls of her vagina grip his length and knew she was close. Then he remembered the condom and the fact that he didn’t wear it. Her speed increased in time with her panting, moaning, which quickly became screams as the release overtook her, drenching his cock in a deluge that accompanied a vise grip that sent him over the edge. He pumped against her, his throbbing cock emptying into her.
Laura Lee held onto him, clung to him, spent. She felt his cock pulsing inside of her. His thumb still pressed against her clit. It still aroused her. She felt the sweat between their bodies where they touched. And then their lips met as though drawn together by a force greater than them both. She couldn’t help but circle her hips over his thumb, feeling his pulsing cock massage her inside. It felt erotic, wonderful.
