Karma (23 page)

"You are so fucking perfect, Marcy. I'm going to fill you
up."

Marcy just moaned.

Mike put on a condom. He doubted that Marcy was on the pill.
They'd have to have
that
talk later. Then he crawled on top of her,
placing his body between her legs, his hips spreading her further.

"Bend your knees, honey," he ordered, pulling one smooth
warm thigh of hers up against him.

When she did he nuzzled her neck and whispered soft words of
encouragement. Her
sweet breath erotically swirled across
his face and neck.

The weight of his body immobilized her against the bed, flattening
her breasts with his solid chest. Then he began kissing her once more.
Plundering her mouth, Mike gave her deep, intoxicating kisses. He penetrated
her mouth just like he intended to penetrate her dripping sex.

"Open
your eyes, Marcy," he said with an edge to his voice, and she did. Mike
gazed into her eyes. They were heavy-lidded and dilated, the honey-brown of
them dark as chocolate. Stunning. He felt as if he could look right into her
soul through those eyes. Her body quaked beneath him.

"Are
you ready for me?"

She
gave a high pitched laugh that was nervous, excited and thrumming with arousal.
"God, yes!" she said.

"Keep
your eyes open now, sweetheart," he said and clenched his jaw. "I
want to watch your face as you take me deep inside. I want to see you feel
it."

Mounted,
he positioned himself against her wet heat. She whimpered and tilted toward him.
Everything about her body signaled its willingness. Marcy wanted to accept him,
wanted to draw him in. When he had notched the head of his cock at her entrance,
he didn't pause. Instead he drove into her swollen velvet heat, balls deep
inside.

They
both gasped and Marcy cried out.

Mike
fell into her heat, burying himself inside her. He inhaled her, the heady scent
of sex and woman. The feel of her soft, smooth skin against his hardness. It
was heaven.

The
expression on her face was perfect. Her eyes widened with surprise as he
entered, her mouth gaped and her hands gripped his biceps.
Jesus.
Supple,
willing woman. Yielding to him.

The
internal muscles of her sex tightened around his cock and Mike muttered an oath
with the pleasure of it.

"Jesus
Christ, you feel so damn good," he panted, but remained perfectly still.
The sensation of her tight, wet pussy was incredible. He fought to prevent
himself from climaxing.

Marcy
was panting, breathlessly adjusting to the size and feel of him. He wasn't a
monster, but she was tight as hell. The woman hadn't had sex in years. And she
apparently hadn’t had good sex ever.

This
would be her first.

Blood
surged to his cock, making it twitch and pulse. The satisfaction he felt at
being the first man who would give her an orgasm was an incredible turn-on.

He
stared into her rapidly blinking brown eyes, watching her thoughts move behind
them. Surprise, shock, pleasure. The woman was drowning in sensation, still
trying to comprehend it all.

When
she finally stopped blinking and her pulse and breathing had slowed, Mike
cupped her face. "You are so beautiful, Marcy. Tell me. Tell me what
you're feeling."

"It
feels good. I love the weight of you on top of me, and inside…" she paused
and shut her eyes for a moment and then opened them. "It… I feel… you're
so big. That full sensation is amazing. I'm full of you, Mike," she said
and there was awe and wonder in her expression.

He
looked down at her and grinned. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted
to be right here, inside you like this?"

Marcy
gave him a heart-stopping smile. "No."

"I
imagined having you right here in my bed from the first day I met you."

"Really?"

"Really.
Give me your hands."

Mike
took her palm to palm, his fingers linking into hers. He pushed her hands slightly
above her head and down, his palms against hers, flat against the mattress.

For
a moment he rested his forehead against hers and inhaled in a deep breath. How
could he get himself under control? Lust, need, and blind urgent greed. His
entire body burned as if it was on fire. It had been so long since he had made
love. Keeping control took supreme effort. The only way he could do it was to
concentrate on Marcy.

Focus.
Focus on her pleasure.
Hands, chest, thighs – his
entire torso was flush against her, trapping her with his big body. Holding her
in place so that she could barely move.

He
had captured her. Subdued her resistance.

Mine.
Marcy is mine.

The
primal joy of it almost made him climax. His cock twitched hard inside her and
he held his breath. Slowly, carefully, he lifted himself further up the length
of her body. This way he had a firm contact with her clitoris.

"Do
you feel that?" he asked rubbing the base of his penis against her swollen,
sensitive nub.

"You…you're
manipulating my clit."

He
grinned. "That's the plan, honey." He leaned to the right of her, and
then to the left, circling and rubbing, grinding against her. Holding them
tight together he ground his hips into her. This pressed his cock into
different parts of her vagina, without definite strokes. Yet the base of him
remained hard against her clit.

"Did
you learn all about the G-spot?"

"Yes."

"Good,"
he said. "The way we are going to do this will give you the best chance of
having a combined clitoral and vaginal orgasm. Wrap your legs around me, ankles
about at the height of my calves."

Marcy
did so. "How does that feel?"

"I
don’t know yet," she said, and because she was looking like she was
thinking too much, and seemed a little lost, he kissed her. Mike held her
hands, and rubbed her breasts with his chest. All the while he was gently
rocking, slightly in, and then out, in and out. Circling with his hips, round
and round.

Her
mouth was divine, her scent and taste inspiring. For weeks he had thought about
penetrating her, fucking her mouth with his tongue, while fucking her pussy. It
felt every bit as heavenly as he had imagined it would be.

Fuck,
the pace would kill him. His plan involved slow rocking - swaying not
thrusting. That took herculean effort, because right now he wanted to pound
himself inside her, he wanted to use her hard and fast.

Mike
had decided to employ the 'Coital Alignment Technique' with Marcy this first
time. It was also known as 'Grinding the Corn' just like how one would use a
Mortar and Pestle. This position, similar to missionary, improved the chance of
a woman's orgasm.

Over
and over again, he pressed hard kisses along her face, jaw line, and the
rapidly beating pulse of her throat - then back to her mouth once more. He
waited until Marcy was moaning and mindless once more and then pulled back.

"Listen,
hon. In this position you can tilt your pelvis and arch up. You know how those
abdo curls can stimulate the G-spot?"

She
licked her lips and nodded.

"Right,
well using your thighs and ankles you can pull yourself against me. We move
together, in whatever way that feels good. It's not about in and out penetration.
Put your attention on your clitoris hitting the base of my penis, and tilting
your hips to stimulate the G-spot. Ready to try it?"

"Okay."

Mike
began to industriously work her then, rolling and pressing against her. Within
a few minutes, Marcy got into the swing of it, pushing herself against him,
too. Sweating and panting with effort, they both strained against each other.

"Fuck
that feels good," he rasped.

"Yes,
I get it now," she agreed, rocking herself against him with enthusiasm, her
breath catching with pleasure. "It feels incredible." Her pelvis thrust
shamelessly against him, driving toward a release she had never really known.

Mike told her how clever she was, and how amazing it felt to
finally have her under him. For weeks all he thought about was doing exactly
this, being inside her. He kissed her thoroughly and often, and regularly
changed the position of his pulsing shaft as he shoved, drove and edged into every
part of her. He told her he loved her, and how incredibly sexy it was to have
her working her body against him.

To have her use his body until she found her release.

Whenever he felt her aroused response, he remembered it. Then he repeated
the action, doing the same thing again and again. Mike could have climaxed
twenty times already but he intentionally and with great difficulty held back.

This first time was important. It was all about her.

Mike knew that Marcy was inexperienced in pleasure, yet how the
hell had she become such a quick study? She was bucking and moaning against
him. Was she close?

The heavy scent of sex was in the air.

The passionate sounds of lover's whimpers, growls, gasps and
groans complimented that erotic scent.

After about twenty more minutes Marcy was still panting raggedly, thrashing
and thrusting. Her eyes were dilated, her body drenched with sweat. Marcy made
a kind of keening noise, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah" with the occasional
"Yes, oh yes!" or "Mike!" in her melody of erotic sexual
music.

Mike's balls tingled; his scrotum was tense and ready. His heart
thundered in his chest, his lungs heaved erratically. How long had they been
playing? He figured for at least an hour. If he kept this up he was going to
lose his mind.

"Are you close, hon?"

"I don’t know. Maybe… I think so…"

Desperate to climax, Mike put his right hand over her breast, and held
the tender nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. He reached down between
her legs with his other hand.

"Come for me, Marcy, let me hear it," he demanded
watching her wide, desperate eyes. Then he squeezed her nipple and flicked her engorged
clitoris hard, while plundering her mouth and thrusting deep.

Nostrils flaring, bolts of surprise in her eyes, Marcy broke away
from his kiss and screamed.

Arching up, her entire body tightened against him. "Oh, God!"
she wailed, crying out his name in her release. He had let her hands go long
before, and Mike felt her nails as they viciously clawed at his back. The sudden
pain of it spiked his pleasure.

Fuck!

That last effort had pushed Marcy right over the edge. The woman's
whole body was shaking.

Marcy's wet, tight internal muscles began to contract upon him,
milking him in explosive waves of pleasure. Marcy's body squeezed and fisted
his cock, encouraging him to climax.

Mike was on board with that.

Marcy had hers. That was the important thing. Now it was his turn.

Released from his self-imposed restraint, he slid his hands beneath
her. Grabbing the sweet round globes of her naked ass, he pulled her body up
hard to meet his. He slammed into her then, his balls slapping her butt. He drove
into her, with three short fast brutal strokes. With each driving push, her
body jerked violently, her large breasts shaking.

It felt so good to let go, to ruthlessly pound into her hot wet
heat, and to empty himself inside her. Overpowered by the force of his desire,
Mike worried for a moment that he was bruising her. He attempted to curb his
efforts but couldn’t do anything about it. After all that excruciating foreplay
he was just too far gone.

"Fuck! Marcy!" he mindlessly called out, overwhelmed. Her
feminine sheath continued to grip him, contracting in waves as his chest
heaved.

With a low primal growl, he
ejaculated fiercely, again and again, at a terrific rate. He wondered
if that fucking condom could contain it. In the back of his mind, he suddenly
hoped that it wouldn't. Perhaps together they would make a child.

Jesus! God!

The rush of pulsing ecstasy was even more profound because he knew
that he had given Marcy the same pleasure.

Exhausted, Mike lay on upon her for some time. Then he pushed to
his feet and disposed of the condom. He got a warm washcloth and towel and
cleaned them both. Returning to bed, he cuddled beside her, skin to skin. A
possessive smile of languid contentment swept his face.

The sound of her breathing and the feel of her beside him was a
taste of heaven. Twitching with aftershocks, Marcy moaned and dozed off. Mike
smirked. Either that or she had fallen into a coma.

Well no wonder. He was as exhausted as if he had run the Olympic
marathon himself. She had kept up with him the whole way.

His gorgeous girl had experienced
a
very deep and clearly incredibly satisfying orgasm. For that matter so had he.

André
had warned him to be particularly observant with her. It was André's
professional opinion that her sexual inhibition was deep-rooted. While the ex-husband
confirmed and added to her sensual reticence, there was something earlier. He
cautioned Mike to notice her actions, signs of arousal and her words – seeking
out anything that didn't align.