The Awakening Society (3 page)

He nodded. That was one thing he did know. It blew his mind that she could be attracted to him, though.

Tonya played there for several seconds and his eyes began to burn from not blinking. Suddenly, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His sensitive cock rested against the crack of her glorious ass. “Now, Harrison, I want you to watch what I do.” She widened her sleek thighs, bringing him closer to her wet pussy. Moaning, he fought with himself to remain in control, and not rip his fists away from the restraints. He wanted to touch, and feel and taste, but she was going to torture him first.

“I’m watching, Tonya,” he panted.

She smiled down at him and then leaned back, with her left hand on his thigh and brought her right hand back to her pussy. Sliding two fingers inside, she V’d her fingers to spread the lips apart. Layers of plump pink flesh shone in the light from the bedside lamp, calling to him. Her long middle finger glided around a little protrusion at the top of her slit.

“This is the clitoris, or clit. It is the woman’s pleasure point. Manipulating this will bring a woman to orgasm fairly quickly. But you have to be gentle. Minute, soft movements.” She glided her hand up and down the wet folds, and ran the tip of her middle finger up around her clit. She did this several times, and her thighs began to twitch. Her eyes drifted closed as her movements sped up. Moaning, she brought her wet fingers up to paint her breast, then reached forward to rest her long middle finger against his lips. Harrison immediately opened his mouth and tongued the digit inside. Flavors burst upon his tongue, earthy and salty. He licked every bit of her he could until she pulled her hand away.

The burn of an orgasm slid through his body and centered in his groin. The movement of her body kept brushing against the head of his cock, but it wasn’t enough to get him off. He curled his stomach, and slid it up the crack of her ass. He was already leaking pre-cum, and he glided easily in his own moisture. There, that would do it if he could keep it going.

“Almost Harrison.”

Again, she parted her body, and that long finger delved between two deeper folds, disappearing completely. In and out that finger moved, showing him exactly what to do. His body mimicked the action at her ass, and she smiled. “Perfect. Now, just a second and I will show you what a woman’s orgasm feels like.”

That talented finger started gliding around her clit again, faster and faster. Her thighs were twitching constantly now, and she panted in time with her movements. God, she’s masturbating on top of me! She suddenly leaned forward just a few precious inches, just enough that the tip of his cock landed at her hand as it sprang forward. Guiding him into her body, she sank down.

Harrison groaned, savoring the feeling of being balls deep inside a woman for the very first time. It was the hottest feeling he had ever felt on his cock, and when she started teasing her clit again, twitching around him, grinding on top of him, his orgasm rushed at him. Hers hit first, and she cried out, spasming on top of him. Deep inside, her body clutched his cock tight, milking him, but it wasn’t enough. Ripping his wrists away from the restraints, he clamped his hands onto her hips and pistoned himself up into her. The orgasm slammed into him, merciless, bowing his back against the bed and making him scream out. Tonya cried out above him, and he felt her body tightening even more. Wave after wave of cum burst from him, and it was several long seconds before his body finally began to relax.

Tonya melted onto him, shuddering, her breasts pressing tight to his chest and her breath puffing against his neck. Her long, dark hair blanketed him. Wrapping his arms around her, he levered himself over until he was the one on top. The position felt natural; he leaned down to press his lips to hers. Tonya wrapped her arms around him and angled her head for his kiss, giving every indication she was enjoying what he was doing.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, nibbling down her jaw.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “This time is completely you, Harrison.”

Pulling away from her body, he sat back on his heels to look down at her. Her dark lipstick was gone. Her hair wasn’t as sleek as before, but she was more beautiful to him than anything he’d ever seen. Reaching out with both hands, he cupped her breasts, playing with the dark tan nipples. “Is it too soon to start again?”

She shook her head against the bed and watched him. Raising her arms above her head, she clutched the scrolled metal headboard, bringing her breasts up higher. Even though he should have been tired, his cock started to swell with excitement. Unable to resist, he angled forward wrapping his mouth around her left nipple, making it tighten like it did when she’d leaned over to tie him down. A shiver coursed through her as he shifted to the other side, doing the same. It was thrilling that he, a scrawny kid with so little experience, could make her body respond that way. Pulling back, he ran his hands down her sides, across the flesh of her hips, and down to grip her knees in his hands. Pressing out, he spread her wide.

His cum trickled down her ass cheeks to dampen the sheet
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beneath her. He couldn’t resist running his fingers through the moisture and along her body, exploring. It was fascinating and carnal; the very opposite of how he had been taught to behave. Gently, he searched out her clit with the tip of his thumb, gliding in slow circles the way she had done. Within seconds, her hips were pulsing in time with his movements and she was whispering directions.

“Yes, just like that. Faster, Harrison, faster.”

Shifting slightly, he slipped the middle finger of his opposite hand into her cunt, learning by feel what made her react.

“Oh, yes Harrison,” she moaned. “Now turn your hand palm up, and run your finger along the forward wall. There’s a tiny little rough spot there, and it is super sensitive. That’s the G-spot. Oh, yes, oh God, keep doing that.”

His cock was rock hard again, but there was no way he was doing anything until he got her off. Flexing his fingers, he worked that spot and made circles around her clit. Subtle adjustments provoked wild reactions in her body. When she started breathing faster, he knew he was on the right track.

“Right there, right there, right there,” she moaned. Keening, she suddenly convulsed on the bed, twisting wildly. His hands were dislodged and he could only wait as her spasms continued on and finally dwindled away. It seemed to take a long time, but he knew it was probably only seconds before she grinned and crooked her finger to him.

Not yet.

Following some instinctual drive, he pressed her down to the mattress and once again spread her thighs. This time, though, he pressed a kiss to the plump wet flesh of her cunt. She tasted phenomenal, rich and lush, forbidden. She still quivered from her orgasm, and he took a second just to catalog her reactions. Narrowing his tongue, he found her clit and swirled around her clit, pressing deeper where she was wetter. Tonya moaned and he felt the points of her fingernails dig into his scalp, urging him on. Sealing his mouth over her, he lapped and fondled until she was quaking beneath him through another orgasm.

Now it was his turn. Even as she began to calm, he positioned himself over her and guided his cock into her, seating himself perfectly. For a brilliant second, he paused, savoring the feeling. This was what he’d wanted. This was what he’d been missing out on. For a split second, he didn’t want to come. He just wanted to lay here, with her wrapped around him, savoring the perfection of the moment, but the need couldn’t be denied. Rocking his hips instinctively, he did what his body told him to do, pushing into her as deep as he could go, trembling with need. He’d denied himself long enough.

Her hips bucked up into his, driving him wild. She lifted her feet and wrapped her long legs around his waist, changing the angle. His orgasm rolled through him, more gentle than the previous two, but somehow vastly more satisfying. Every muscle in his body screamed with tension as his body contracted from the inside out. Perhaps it was the position, with her arms cradling him and her lips pressing against his neck, but it seemed to go on forever.

Bracing himself on his elbows above her, he let his head hang beside her shoulder, inhaling her earthy fragrance as he tried to regain his breath. Nobody had ever told him sex would rock his very foundations. Or how strong and finally complete he would feel. Now he knew what everybody snickered and talked about when the subject of sex came up. He waited for his heartbeat to return to normal before trying to speak.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Tonya smiled up at him. “No, Harrison. Thank you. That was beyond my wildest expectations. You have made my last Awakening so very memorable.”

He looked down at her breasts pressed to his chest, and the visual rocked him. Taking a breath for courage, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “So, is three orgasms the limit, or is there room for negotiation?”

Her brown eyes narrowed with humor, and her sexy mouth pursed in thought. “Maybe you do need more instruction. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see what else I can come up with.”

Chapter Three

Tonya woke up with gritty eyes, sticky legs and a smile on her face. A cramp tightened her back, and she was reminded about the drawbacks of aging and trying to keep up with a much younger man. Harrison Walker III had gone from a bumbling elementary student learning to play the cello to the conductor guiding the symphony. In the space of a few hours he had learned all of the lessons she normally taught, and then modified and perfected them beyond what she could ever hope. His arms were wrapped tightly around her middle, spooning her.

In a few years, he would make some woman extremely happy.

They’d played for several hours through the night, then escaped to the kitchen to raid the refrigerator. Tonya was amazed at how easy she was with him in her space. Generally, her clients stayed for two, possibly three hours, then left. She usually never heard from them again, although she did occasionally see one of her men walking on the street, or in the paper in a marriage announcement. She always smiled when she saw them, and made note of the occurrence in her journal.

Perhaps the fact that Harrison was her last pupil she was delaying the inevitable parting.

They’d gotten ham sandwiches to snack on, and then ran giggling back to her bedroom for another ‘lesson’. She turned her head enough to peek at him over her shoulder.

He was wide awake, staring at her as if he’d urged her to turn.

“I know I need to go soon,” he whispered. “Just don’t say it.”

Emotion tightened her throat, making her question the wisdom of letting him stay.

“Good morning, Harrison. Did you sleep well?”

Grinning, he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “When you let me sleep.”

Tonya pretended affront. “What do you mean when I let you sleep? You were the one who kept prodding me awake when I did manage to drift off.”

He grinned, and Tonya caught her breath. In the soft morning light, he was striking. His bright blond hair was mussed, and his blue eyes were clear and happy. Handsome before, now he had a self-confidence that was very becoming. When he reached out to stroke a finger over her breast, there was no hesitation in the movement, only possession; he knew he had the right to touch.

Tonya let her eyes fall shut as he stroked her. Tingles followed the contact, waking her quicker than the coffee she thought she wanted. His hand swooped across her belly and down to the narrow strip of hair at her pubic bone, and then slid gently inside. She jerked in his arms, sensitive after a long night of loving. Harrison flexed his hips against hers, prodding her sharply with his morning hard on. Removing his hand, he guided his cock into her slit from behind, moving gently back and forth until her body moistened enough to accept him. Tonya arched into him, helpless now to do anything else. He’d stoked her fires many times through the night. She would let him do it one more time before he left.

Because they both knew this was the last time.

Tonya angled her body forward, twisting to flatten herself against the mattress. Harrison seemed to understand what she was doing, because he followed her, straddling her hips with his knees as he glided into her. The new position bombarded her with sensation because she was so open. Reaching her hands out, she pressed against the headboard, forcing him into sharper contact.

“Oh hell, Tonya,” he panted, thumping into her.

Tonya knew within a few seconds she was going to shatter. The intensity of the moment and the need pushing her wouldn’t allow anything else. She shifted her hips higher, allowing his cock to slide against the edge of her clit. One, two, three times he rocked, and her body went supernova. Screaming into the mattress, she rode the joy. Harrison felt her release, and his movements intensified as well. Tonya pressed as hard as she could against the headboard to give him the best ride, and he came too. Yelling out, clutching her hips, he slammed himself into her, over and over again.

With an exhausted groan, he collapsed on top of her. Tonya turned her head to the side, puffing hair out of her face as she tried to drag in oxygen. Aftershocks shook her body.

Harrison eventually pulled away from her and rolled to the side. “That was phenomenal. It felt so good.”

Tonya cleared her throat and rolled to her back as well, straightening her hair. “It’s because the underside of your penis is basically gliding on my pelvic bone.”