Beast of Venery Page 3

  “Take it all off.” Was the single thing that escaped her lips as she watched him nod and let his thumbs hook into those boxer. Together they followed his jeans down to the floor.

  Holy hell.

  If the way he looked was wrong, she didn't want to be right. Ever again. It had to be unfair to look that good.

  “From the look of your eyes I hope you like what you see?”

  She swallowed hard. “I love everything I see.”

  Her big eyes smothered him as she completely looked him over. She wanted to memorize every piece of gorgeousness from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and everything in between. She could just eat him up, yet never have enough. She wished to start right away.

  “No, lay back down." He halted her. "Let me get that skirt off. It looks very uncomfortable. Am I right?”

  With a small giggle, making her sound more like a fourteen-year-old teenager than a grown woman, she pulled herself back onto the bed and let him crawl up between her legs to put his fingers in the waistline of her skirt. Pulling it all the way down her legs it then landed with the rest of his clothes and her top on the floor. Unfortunately her damn self-consciousness decided to make an appearance right at that moment, making one of her legs crossing over the other.

  “You're so beautiful. God, you look amazing.”

  “Oh, that's okay.”

  “What do you mean, that's okay? You're fucking gorgeous. And now I want those black panties to come off too. Hey, look at me.”

  She slowly untangled her legs and opened them up slightly for him to sit between them once again. She tried to look him straight in the eyes to see if he was really sincere about his words.

  “Don't be embarrassed for God's sake. I'm all naked here. I want you to be naked too. That's kinda part of the deal. You see mine, I see yours kinda thing.” He smiled and pulled one of her knees up to his mouth and kissed it until she relaxed and smiled back.

  “I haven't been with a lot of guys. And to be honest, I haven't shown myself naked to anyone in... well, a long time. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, or something that I do. I'm afraid you'll mock me I guess.”

  He quietly listened to her words and put her leg back down on the bed next to him. He stroked her legs all the way from the bottom of her ankles up to the top of her thighs. Gentle strokes making her all warm and tingly inside. She thanked God she had remembered to shave just before the date...everywhere.

  “Why would I ever laugh at you? I would never do that. What if you laugh at me? I'm fully naked here exposing my whole body. I like you a lot you know. I wouldn't say I've slept around a lot, or even had any one-night-stands, but I've had a few women in my life that I've slept with. But seeing you like this, every single memory of them have vanished from my mind. Actually every single thing except you have vanished from my mind. I want you. Not just tonight or tomorrow. I want you, period. I know it's only our third real date, but I can't stop thinking about you the rest of the time when we're apart. To me that means something. You see what I'm saying here?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Good. So are we okay with the whole 'it's alright to see each other naked' thing, because touching your skin like this is driving me freaking crazy. You're so close and everything about you drives me wild. I can't think straight.”

  With a smile on her lips she nodded in approval. With a blissful breath, he eased his fingers into the delicate fabric of her underwear and slowly pulled them down her legs until she was completely bare for his view.

  Crawling back up onto the bed, he let his legs stay between hers as he kissed his way up from her stomach, over her breasts, to land on her cheek. Holding himself up on his elbows on each side of her face, he stared down into her eyes.

  “Kiss me.” He said.

  How could she not? Her hands circled around his neck and dove deep into his hair while she pulled him down the short distance to her lips.

  “Kiss me. Deeper. Kiss me harder.” He whispered again.

  As soon as their lips touched again it was like a gunshot had started a race between them. Lips and tongues were trashing against each other, their breaths mingled in the air. The kissing sounds themselves were arousing enough to erect the leaning tower of Pisa.

  His hand once again went down to her chest, letting one of her breasts fill out the space underneath his cupped hand. She arched her back at the simple touch, pressing herself harder into the palm of his hand.

  It had been way too long since anyone had had her naked like this. Too long since she had been naked in bed with someone, period. Having it be Andy this time was making her head spin.

  “I love your breasts. I love your body. I love what your mouth tastes like. I love how you giggle at things.” He said while catching her tongue in his mouth and kissing her hard.

  “Thank you.”

  With a smile he kissed his way down to her bullet hard nipple that was caressed by his calloused hand a second earlier.

  “You're very much welcome, beautiful.”

  He couldn't get enough of any part of her. Her body, her sounds, her smell, her voice. He couldn't hang on much longer so he buried his face deep in the crack between her breasts and pressed them against the sides of his face, letting his light beard scrape teasingly over her sensitive skin.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, releasing her knotted hands from his hair. “Condom?”

  “Yes.”

  He rattled quickly back across the bed sheets and wrestled a foil package out of his wallet. As he was about to rip it open using his teeth, she pushed back up on her elbows again.

  “I'm on the pill. You don't have to wear it.”

  The comment stopped him right in his tracks. He looked her face over as to really decide if it was what she really wanted.

  “I've only been with two men. I've got regular check-ups, I'm clean. I don't have anything.”

  “But this is out first time. I do trust you, but... it's our first time sleeping together. It's like... standard procedure.”

  “You're right.” She blushed.

  “I mean, I'm clean as well. Just thought we should use it to start with, you know... or am I wrong here?”

  “No, you're probably right. It's better. It is our first time, you're right.”

  “Are you sure? Okay with that? I don't want to completely kill the mood here.”

  She swallowed her nervousness and smiled tauntingly at him. Nodding her head she tapped one her pedicured feet lightly on his arm as to hurry him on with the protection still sitting in his hand.

  “Should I help you with that?” She asked.

  With a sexy side smile and a raised eyebrow he sat back on his knees handing her the condom wrapper.

  “Sure. Be my guest.”

  She sat up too, having him on his knees between her legs. She couldn't resist exploring him, to discover his likes, what made him whimper and groan.

  Even down here, between his legs, he was gorgeous. Long, thick, and at the moment, deliciously hard. Directed to the skies like a roman statue. In her mind, she thought she could write a whole freaking novella about his massiveness, counting hundreds of pages of descriptive poetry about this cock of his. Bet she wouldn't be the only woman eager to read it. 'When had that ever happened to her?' Before reciting the most explicit thoughts from her dream state mind, she smiled up at him and moved her hand out to have a touch. She already knew her hand could not be satisfied with only one little touch after admiring his size. His cock would be her addiction from this moment on. Constantly interrupting her thoughts. She knew it.

  As her hand wrapped around his hard-on, it made a little involuntary twist up against his flat stomach. 'Oh, so he was just as affected by this as she was? Perhaps he wrote his own penis poetry, admiring himself and his wonderful size? If he wasn't, he was missing out. She should tell him that. Great cocks came with great responsibilities.'

  “That means what you're doing right now feels fuckin
g great. In case you wondered.”

  With hooded eyes, and his loose, blonde strands of hair framing his beautiful face, he leaned a few inches back on his arms, letting his hands brace against the mattress behind him. To her he was fully exposed and vulnerable. Just like she wanted.

  For being so hard and thick, the feel of his erection in her hand was unimaginably smooth. It was warm to the touch and caressed her palm like velvet steel. (That ought to be the name of the penis poem). She wouldn't mind letting her hand stay stationed around him for the rest of her days. But she knew she wanted more.

  Without looking up, she bent her head forward and let her lips gently kiss the warm top. Consequently giving Andy a golden opportunity to groan loudly and move his hips towards her mouth. It caused her to smile. He made the most beautiful sounds in the world. Thank God for a man who was vocal in bed. She liked that a lot. The sound of a man in heat raised goose bumps on her skin, and hearing Andy like this, added gasoline to her internal fire. If his cussing and moaning didn't quiet down soon, a wild fire would roar through the bedroom, and not even a thousand firemen would be able to stop it.

  “Again?” She said without truly asking for permission. She was going back for more anyway.

  “Yes. Fuck yes.”

  Having already gotten a taste of him, she let her tongue slip out of her mouth and traced him from the bottom of his length all the way up to the top. Her mouth encircled the head and kept it secure and well taken care of inside her mouth. It was like sucking and drooling all over the largest lollipop in the world. Hard, warm, and smooth. His head fitted perfectly in her mouth, and from the sounds he was making apparently he thought so too. Then she took him deep.

  It must have taken him by surprise as his hips once more bucked up from sitting on his calves and his hand grabbed a hold of the hair on top of her head, knotting it between his fingers.

  “Fuuuck!”

  She smiled and took him even deeper this time. She liked this game. In less than a second he sat fully up on his bent knees and pulled her up to his face by her arms.

  “Good God you're fucking amazing, but if you do that again I'm gonna come and I don't want to yet.”

  He kissed her desperately as if his life depended on it, fumbled to find her hand holding the condom, and with four hands, they together rolled it on before falling backwards down on the bed.

  He moistened two of his fingers in his mouth, kissed her passionately, and let them slide down between her legs and inside her folds. Her breath hitched at his intrusion, and grew more erratic by the second as his fingers moved hard and steady in and out of her warmth. She fumbled with her own hand at his erection, urging him in the direction of her opening. Yearning for his cock instead of his fingers. Not that his hand wasn't playing her right and did a mighty fine job, she just needed more. Much more. More of everything that had to do with him.

  He immediately took the hint, removed his fingers, and moistened his tip with her wetness. His erection nudged her opening slightly, and then slid inside her oh so slowly, filling her up completely. Gasps filled the air of the bedroom. Did they come from her? From him? It didn't matter. What mattered was how they moved together, as one single entity.

  She folded her arms around his upper back, only to let her hands wander down his muscular back to cup his firm ass, willing him to push into her harder. Faster.

  “Oh God. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

  “I want more. M...more.”

  “Of what, baby?”

  “I... I... don't know.” She breathed into his mouth as their lips touched through their talking. “More you. More everything.”

  “Like this?” He smiled.

  Angling himself slightly, tilting one side of his hips down into her thigh, he continued his hard strokes inside her.

  “Oh my God, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Her voice grew louder and louder each time he moved inside her.

  Her hands traveled up his back, but when he nudged that one special spot inside of her over and over, there was nothing else for her to do than dig her fingers into his shoulder blades and cry out into the nook of his sweaty neck.

  Returning back to earth she found herself sitting face to face with him, his erection filling up her insides. How she'd gotten there she didn't know.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride me.”

  With her hair covering most of her face after her extraterrestrial adventure, she could do nothing but nod, letting his hands rest on her waist, helping her move up and down, and setting a steady rhythm. Being a somewhat large busted woman, not able to comfortably trot around without a bra, she grabbed her breasts with both her hands while she rode him.

  “Drop your hands! I want to see them.”

  “But they will bounce.”

  “Hell yes, I know! That's exactly what I want.”

  She was too out of breath to feel self-conscious about her breasts and the way they moved in the freedom from her hands. Instead she placed her hands on his strong chest and let them move the way they pleased. Following the direction of his eyes, she knew he liked what he saw.

  He was the first one to ever appreciate her body, which gave her a new found energy and blissful happiness. He didn't give her time to linger too long in her little daydream as his head flew up from the pillow and sucked one of her bouncing breasts into his mouth. His arms held her tight around the waist, pushing her down towards his body. The harder he sucked and licked at her nipple, the harder his cock moved up inside her. She screamed. Again.

  “Oh God, you're gonna make me come! Oh God!”

  “Come baby! Come. Come.”

  And she did just that. Unraveling in his arms she smothered his face with her breasts.

  After a few minutes, she realized he probably needed some oxygen to keep up his hard work. She pushed herself away from his face.

  When she though he couldn't go any faster, or any harder, he caught her lips with his, and moaned long and loudly into her mouth. It was his turn to come hard in her. She felt him grow even bigger inside her for those few seconds before the blasting of his explosion, making goaded little twists in her before his death grip around her waist eased up a bit.

  Letting her forehead rest on his, her trembling fingers smoothed some moist strands of his light hair away from his face. God was he beautiful. And in bed with her. Unreal.

  The air between them didn't seem enough. Panting in each other's mouths she nibbled him gently on the lips until he decided to open his eyes and come back to her and to reality.

  “Hi.” She said softly with a smile on her lips, letting her fingers roam through his strands.

  “Hey.”

  No other response was needed. He closed his eyes once more and let the motion of her fingers going through his hair relax him. The skin of her face rested against his, her breasts created a plush soft cushion against his heaving chest, setting a steady heartbeat beneath his ribcage, bringing his breathing back to normal. If it was ever possible to have a normal pulse around her ever again.

  Time was not an issue. They had been laying in each other's arms for what felt like an eternity before she smoothly slid off him to the side, resting her head on his arm which was stretched out beneath her head.

  His eyes opened, looking her face over.

  “You okay?”

  Giggles bubbled up from her throat and extended a huge smile across her face.

  “Ooh yes. You?”

  “Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

  “Thanks for?”

  Her left fingers played with his hand, which was holding her tight against him. She looked over to witness what could be named the most satisfied smile in the world, matched with strong fingers running through his longish hair. Oh man, was he gorgeous, and holy hell, was she in trouble. Big fucking, heartbreaking trouble. Only looking at him made her want to jump his bones over again, and then perhaps one more time after that. If even that would be enough.

  “Uhm, thanks for... I don't know... agreeing on having sex with me tonig
ht, seeing you naked, letting me kiss you. Perhaps even, for letting me stay the night?” The last sentence ended on an up note, as if daring her a question he had been making in his mind.

  “You want to stay the night?”

  “Uhm, yeah. If it's okay with you of course? Not trying to push my luck here, but staying the night would be something that would make me very happy. Yeah.”

  “Hm, you already seem pretty happy with yourself. Sporting that huge smile on your face kinda gives you away.” She teased.

  “Ha, yeah you're right. Sorry, just wanted to ask. S'okay.”

  “No no! I was just saying you looked very happy. I do want you to stay. Please, stay. I would like that very much. I really do.”

  “Oh, okay. Thanks, I'd love to. Awesome.”

  Letting that finish off their conversation, he rolled away from her side, disposed the knotted condom, and dropped it on his pile of clothes on the floor. With no desire to ever leave her bed again, he rolled back over to face her. He pulled her against him with one strong arm, and let his thumb rub the skin of her back.

  “Are you cold?”

  “Uh uh. My skin is just really sensitive where your thumb is. It gives me the shivers. Goosebumps. But please don't stop. The best kind of shivers for sure.”

  “Even on your front I can see.”

  She followed his line of vision just to see her nipples peaking hard as diamond rocks against his chest. It did not help that his light chest hair tickled every nerve ending in those nipples. They were wired so tight she was afraid they might shoot off her chest like bullets at any second.

  “So, anyway, the skin on my back might be a big erogenous zone of mine. Nipples too.”

  “Mhm. I seem to have noticed." Satisfactory raked his smile. "Where else do you like to be touched?”

  His thumb never left her back, instead it started to move in slow, long strokes over her entire skin. Eventually touching the in-between land where her back and butt shifted area. Another shiver ripped through her, making even her head shake a little. Her teeth sunk deep down into her lower lip while she closed her eyes to the sensation.