Gail's Pleasure

Gail let herself melt into Tom’s kiss. His hands moved swiftly, and their lips barely parted as he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She shivered as cool air touched her body in sharp contrast to the warm hands that moved around to the middle of her back and unhooked her bra.

He pushed her gently back onto the bed and let the bra slip over her arms as she lay down. His fingers hooked under her jeans and he unfastened the button, pushing them and her panties down in one motion until they gathered at her ankles. He left them there like bindings as he pushed her knees outward and opened her thighs.

She wanted to moan as he leaned his head against the inside of her leg. She felt the weight of his stare and wondered what he thought of her body now. She always felt the folds of skin framed by coarse black hair were strange and awkward. They protruded between the lips of her outer labia in odd ways that always made sitting uncomfortable when she felt turned on.

Am I still pretty? She wanted to ask the question but felt her throat tighten at the idea. What if he said no? What if he laughed at her? She closed her eyes, and her belly tightened as his fingers caressed up her leg and teased over her. He tickled the protruding fold and pinched it gently, pulling it from side to side. Everything moved with it, and Gail bit her lip as she felt herself grow slick with desire.

She had grown incredibly slick, so much so that her skin was just slipping over itself as Tom moved it. Then she realized the slickness she felt was not her skin at all. She gasped as his tongue slipped between the lips and the folds, and he sucked on the tender skin.

The feeling was ecstatic. Was she pretty? She was beautiful! He gathered her into his mouth, his tongue slipping between folds of skin as he sucked and his jaw moved up and down, pressing into her and sending warm jots of pleasure through her body. The sensations flooded her senses, overwhelming them and pouring through her in waves of warm and cold that ran from her torso, down her arms and legs, and out through her fingers and toes.

Her body shivered, and he did not stop. She gripped her sheets, pulling at them as she arched her back, the movement of his tongue, the sucking, and pressure becoming electrical. The pleasure swirled inside her and surged through her again, thick and intense. She groaned and growled, somehow pushing herself into him as she tried instinctively to pull away from the intensity of his ministrations.

She did not want him to stop, but she wanted something else as well. Her mind could not quite form it in the onslaught of pleasure. His mouth released her and he pulled out a small, masculine massager and placed it on her most sensitive area. Immediately she orgasmed again and again.

She felt him move, a form of strength and beauty that she could see through her closed lids. He was between her thighs, and she felt him, warm and hard as he slid against her and slipped inside.

Penetration was not the rough, sharp pain that she had grown so accustomed to. Rather than splitting her, it eased into her, finding her body soft and inviting. Gail felt herself open to him and pressed her hips upward to meet his initial thrust, helping him to push until his pelvis touched hers.

Still, she pushed harder, wanting to feel him even deeper. He was thick and warm, like a favorite comfort wrapped in her arms. He pulled back from her so far that she thought he would slip out. She let out a small whimper in hopes that he would stop and opened her eyes. Meeting his, she felt her throat clench again at the look in his eyes, passionate and dark.

He thrust forward, and she saw in those eyes that he had no intention of pulling out of her. He slid along her wetness as she brought her hips up to meet him again. When he pulled back and thrust harder again, he drove her breath from her. He gripped her hips and continued his long, hard, fast thrusts until her mind melted into the pleasure of him moving into her body. Over and over.

Tom pulled back again, and she could feel the tip of his cock, almost pull out of her. He thrust forward again, pressing himself hard against her as he rolled his body down, bringing his hands behind her back and lifting her up to him as his cock throbbed inside her body. He was filling her with the thick passion she had seen in those beautiful eyes. He kissed her, and she could taste the sweetness of her body still on his lips.

When he was finally spent, he let her fall back onto bed and lay half on her. The throbbing of his cock slowly eased as it shrank little by little, pulling out of her bit by bit. She shivered, and he echoed the motion as his breathing steadied and his heartbeat in time with hers.

“That was amazing.” She panted out the words and ran her fingers through his dark hair. As thick as it was, she was always surprised that it was so soft.

“You,” he said the word between breaths, “are amazing.”

She wrapped her arms around him, and he pulled himself up, his cock finally slipping out of her as he rolled onto his back and pulled her onto him now. She pressed her body against him, wrapping her leg in his as she felt the warm glow seem to spread from her body to his.

Or was it the other way around?

She had no idea. She only knew that this was perfection, being in love with and loved by this man. She ran her fingers over his chest and smiled.

This was perfection