Wicked Pen Chronicles: Release (3 page)

I was eating him. My tounge rolling around. My lips trying to suck him. But what I loved the most was that he was letting me control the pace.  Tommy was different to other men who pushed their cocks down your throat so hard you thought you’d choke. His hands were on my head. But he was just stroking my hair. Gently rocking my head. Enjoying what I was doing to him. But more importantly letting me enjoying him. And enjoy I did. His cock felt so good inside me and soon I was deep throating him. Taking him deep in my mouth. And then taking him out to play with his tip. Tommy pushed me back. He was pushing my head back and then lifting me up. He planted his lips on me. Kissing me deep. Tasting his own cock in my mouth.

“Slow down, I almost came,” he whispered.

He took off my bra and his lips moved to my nipples. He slowly sucked them one by one. His mouth going down on my stomach and then his teeth lifting my underwear. Tommy was eating me. His tongue probing my outsides. And then going deeper. And deeper. His tongue was fucking me, his nose hitting the top of my clit. And then his tongue was going down more. He was on my ass. He tried to lick it but couldn’t so he turned me around. He spread my legs and tongue fucked my ass. Licking it up and down. The edges and then he was pushing it in. I was about to lose control. No one had ever done this to me. This was the first time for me. How was this feeling even possible?

Tommy’s fingers were inside me. He was fingering me from behind while kissing my backhole. Next his tongue was in my cunt again. He was interchanging. Tongue fucking each hole. His fingers swapping around. In my ass slowly spreading my hole and then in my cunt fingering me deep. The sensations I was feeling I didn’t even know existed. It was like for him nothing matter but giving me pleasure. And I was responding. With every finger, with every tongue I moaned louder. Encouraging him to do more. My ass was humping against his mouth. Urging him to increase his pace. And then I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need you inside of me. I need you everywhere. I need you,” I was almost pleading. “Now, please, please!”

He stood up promptly. I was still bending down in front of him. His put one hand under my stomach and then his cock was touching my pussy. He  gently pushed in me. All the while his hand resting against my stomach. Guiding his cock in while gently pushing himself into me.

I was paralysed. I couldn’t move. His fingers and tongue had gotten me ready. I was wet enough. But nothing could have prepared me for his cock. Not only it was huge, it was my first cock in a while. I was stretching. I was on fire. I was spasming. I started to come even before he could have gone all the way in. I was shuddering. Tightening up. The tighter I became the bigger he got with my pussy muscles squeezing him. But I didn’t want him to stop. As my orgasm started to subside, I discovered my body again. I started to push against him. Controlling the pace. And he did it again. He complied. He let me lead the pace. And then I wanted to be fucked hard. I had the sudden urge for him to go hard on me. And I knew that he would be different. I knew that he would be hard but we would still be making love.

“Harder, faster,” was all I could say.

Tommy complied. He fucked me with his hands around my hips. He moved them to grab me by my arms. Lifted them back and pounded away. I was coming again. And I was no longer moaning. I was screaming. In a muffled way but screaming none the less. And yet while he was fucking me hard, there was something sweet about it. He was pulling me by my arms but not too hard that it hurt. He was slamming into but not too hard that it didn’t feel good. I could feel him now. Pulsating. Ready to shoot. And I wanted him to come inside of me. I still had the morning after pills somewhere. Part of living my fantasy. But then he was slowing down. Pulling out. Turning me around.

“No not like this” He said. He guided me towards the bed. Pushed me and laid me on top. And then he was on top of me. He spread my legs. His head was down, licking my cunt. Wetting me when there was no need. I was soaking still. And then he rose up and positioned his cock. Tommy spread my legs and lifted me up to put my feet on his shoulder. He entered me. Moving in and out slowly. He was leaning down. His lips playing with my nipples as he slow fucked me. His hands on my legs and then probing my body. Sometimes on my hips and then on my stomach. His mouth moving to my neck and then my lips.

There is something about a slow fuck. Fucking hard is fun, so much fun. But when you are being fucked slowly its like time slows down. Every sensation is intensified. Every sensation lasts a bit longer. And you feel everything. And so was I. I felt everything. All of his hardness. Going deeper in me. Touching me in places where I have not touched before. His lips gently playing with my lips and neck. I was coming again, in the space of minutes. Or was it hours. Time had no meaning. It was just he and I.

My hands were caressing his back. I was squeezing him. Loving every moment. Awaiting what was coming. I kept coming and then he was coming too. Inside of me. He was so warm. And he kept coming. With his lips locked to my lips, his heavy breathing slowing. And then he stopped. Almost collapsed on top of me but even then he used his hands to support his weight. Ensuring that I was not crushed. We slowly rolled to the side. His lips never breaking the kiss. His cock never leaving me. We lay side by side. His body part of mine, his flesh warm against mine, his hands around my back and head. And then we slept.