
Pre-med student Marcus performed the Heimlich on an attractive woman the last time he was in the bar. When she sees him again, she offers to thank him in the best way she knows how--she invites him up to her apartment. He's nervous because it's been so long for him. She gives him the blow-job of his life, then lets him recover.
She grabbed her own beer and took a few swallows before leaning over to kiss him, her tongue making lazy circles on his lips. "You ready for your beer yet? Or are you still trying to catch your breath?"
Marcus smiled at her weakly, lifting a shaking arm to grasp the beer she handed to him. He took a long drink, before pushing himself up straighter. She leaned back on the couch and put her feet up on the table in front of them. They spent a few moments sipping beer before Marcus felt able to speak. "My turn?"
She nodded at him. He leaned over and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself along with the beer. Their tongues dueled as he explored her body with his hands. He gently tugged and pulled on first one nipple then the other, while his other hand moved into her hair to grasp it firmly on the back of her head. She began to moan softly, moving her hips in reaction to his touches. He traced a path down her stomach and stopped kissing her long enough to look down at the tiny tattoo of a smiling cat's face under her belly button. He looked back at her face and was aroused by her expression of lust. He pressed his lips to hers again, as they took turns sucking on each others' tongues.
His hand continued its exploration as he slid it down into the front of her pants. She moaned when his finger pushed down into her curls and found the hood over her clit. He pressed gently on it, then pulled his hand out to use both hands to undo the front of her jeans. She had obviously kicked off her sandals at some point, but he had no idea when. He got onto his knees on the floor in front of her and pulled off her pants, then gently massaged her feet, up her legs to her thighs, then to her messy curls. He traced along her thighs from her knees with his tongue, leaning forward to inhale deeply before beginning at the other knee and licking up that thigh also. She was shifting around on the couch, thrusting her hips forward, while he took his time in tasting all around his ultimate goal.
She moaned again. "Marcus, please--"
He used his thumbs to spread her apart and he attacked her clit, the center of her pleasure. He licked and sucked from her clit to her hole, then back again. She began to keen, a wailing sound, bucking beneath him, helpless in her pleasure, her voice rising and falling with the strength of successive orgasms.
She came already? And again? Wonder how long I can keep her screaming? He learned what pleased her by how hard she bucked against him, and how much noise she made. He enjoyed making her come and watching her face. He noticed a red flush creeping all over her body.
When she appeared to lose the ability to scream, and just began to pant and moan, he moved up to sit next to her, to drink some of his beer, and to eat some chips. He really was hungry. All appetites were aroused by this woman. He chomped quickly to revive his energy, while she recovered from his attention. She sucked down her beer, then thoughtfully chewed a couple of chips. She recovered quickly.
Soon she was rubbing his increasingly hard erection with a steady, experienced hand. She paid attention to what made him merely squirm, and what made him moan. She moved onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and pulled a condom out from the cushions. She rolled it onto him, then rubbed the head of his shaft against herself, as if trying to decide if the time was right yet. Just when he thought she was making him so crazed that he would have to ram himself into her whether she was ready or not, she dropped herself onto him, taking his length into herself with one movement, and with a shriek, she came.
Like a wild man he bucked, thrusting himself into her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. Despite what she'd said about frequent sex, her passage was tighter and wetter than anything he had ever encountered. She felt like moist silk as she gripped him with muscles that squeezed the whole length of him. He dug his fingers into her hips, helping her to move in ways that gave them both optimal pleasures.
Long before he wanted to, he felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. His balls drew up tight to his body, then he exploded into her. He howled like a wild man as he came with an intensity he had never felt before.
Her muscles gripped him, their spasms making her come repeatedly. Each squeeze milked more out of him--each spurt made her come again.
This must be what a multiple orgasm feels like! A smile played on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her panting body, as she lay on him, her head on his shoulder, her ragged breaths tickling the skin of his neck. He gave a long sigh--a sound of supremely-satisfied male contentment.
Sometime between the couch and the bathtub, they used up another condom, before retiring to soak their tired muscles in the steamy hot water while they talked, getting to know each other. Afterward they crawled into bed to cuddle, and then reached for more condoms. Talking, laughing and sharing themselves with each other, they didn't fall asleep until the morning light was already streaming into the apartment.
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Copyright 2021, Fiona McGier
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