One Wicked Night. Noelle MackЧитать онлайн книгу.
I had overheard, leaving out not a scrap of scandal.
Some served as bawdy inspiration for the stories I penned. I marveled at how mere words could work such wonders—but then, the sensual imagination of a woman is easily stimulated by one who knows how. After each rendezvous, Xavi would sometimes ask for a particular scenario. I would write another tale or two, and leave the book or loose pages in the locked cabinet at the house where we met, allowing her to peruse it when she could get away, and think about the fantasy until we met again.
Imagining her slender hand slipping down to stimulate herself while she read was a favorite fantasy of mine. I loved to think of her blushing, and then, overcome, pressing immodestly against a sofa pillow or rubbing herself through her dress, too aroused to wait for me. Should she feel the pangs of lust too keenly, Xavi would employ an ivory rod to enjoy complete penetration while she read. I had presented her with the thing myself, an indecent but thoughtful gift, as I was sometimes away and did not want my love to yearn too long for the sexual satisfaction she craved so…
I had left the book in the locked cabinet, our usual place, adding a few more lascivious details to a scenario that I thought we both might find highly entertaining, should it be her pleasure to indulge me. The next day, I entered the house alone to see that the book was gone, and found a note to tell me that she would be waiting at the appointed time. When I entered the bedchamber, Xavi sat upon the chair exactly as I had requested, her back to me. Her thick black hair cascaded down in waves, left unbound and concealing for the most part the abbreviated stays she had left on at my request. Her magnificent arse was completely spread, as I had asked that she show her little hole, which I always liked to see. Her legs, clad in silk stockings that were gartered with ribbons above her knees, were set wide apart on either side of the chair. Her cunny was nestled against the cushion, as I had specified.
Xavi glanced over her shoulder, giving me a heavy-lidded look that made it clear how aroused she already was. Not uncomfortably, she moved upon the chair and I caught a glimpse of white between her spread buttocks. She had the ivory rod in her cunny. All the way in, so deeply that I had not seen it at first.
“Lift up,” I said. “But not all the way.”
She obeyed, rising a few inches with one hand on the back of the chair and one hand on the base of the dildo so as to hold the head of the thing inside. The thick rod gleamed as it slid partly out, and I knew it would be hot to the touch, and slick.
“I want you to pleasure yourself,” I whispered, “just as you do when you are all alone, with no man to satisfy you.”
“Oh, Edward…”
She hesitated for a second but only a second. Then Xavi slid up and down on it—never all the way down and never up enough to let it fall. I crossed the room and stood behind her, instantly erect at the sight of the big dildo in her juicy cunny, amused by how skillful she was at using it in this unusual way.
“I would rather ride you,” she said softly, resting her cheek on the back of the chair, her voice wistful but suffused with sexual longing.
Her words made me smile, but I went down on one knee behind her and encircled the dildo’s base with my fingers, holding it in a fist. “Not yet.” The thing was indeed hot, and so slippery it was difficult to hold onto. I wanted her to slide up and down again, pound her arse and cunny against my fist, moving at the precise tempo that excited her to a frenzy. And I wanted to watch from this vantage point, nearly as close as if I were actually doing the fucking. “Show me how you ride, my love. Go as hard and as fast as you like.”
I pressed kisses upon her buttocks, nipping her here and there. Xavi sighed with renewed pleasure and slid down again. And again. And again. She seemed to very much enjoy the sensual pressure of my large fist against her nether regions as she came down. I held on to the ivory rod that was privileged to enter her cunny, relishing the sweet softness of her buttocks as they touched my hand upon each downward stroke. My fingers were wet from her flowing juices and I grasped the dildo harder, enjoying the odd illusion of jerking off inside her—I sometimes liked to bring myself to a punishing orgasm in this way—yet my stiff cock was still trapped within my breeches.
She began to cry out and her downward thrusts upon the dildo were faster…and faster still. Taking it as deeply as she was, there was no longer need for her to hold its base. Oblivious to everything but her onrushing orgasm, Xavi lightly pulled and pinched at her clitoris to stimulate herself. I had seen her do this many times and my arousal always matched her own, understanding that her little rod experienced the same intense sensations as my much larger organ.
Pulling on her clitoris harder now, she breathed raggedly. I knew she liked to do this in a mirror where she could observe her arousal, see the bit of flesh rolled between her fingertips and imagine herself ejaculating like me. I could just feel her busy fingertips touch my fist with every little tug and I steadied her, slipping my free hand under the short corset and holding her hip as she rode on. As always, I saw her pretty little arsehole tighten and pulse as the waves of pleasure coursed through her cunny.
I pressed my cheek on her bare buttocks, rubbing my face on her behind as she rocked upon the soft cushion, drenching it with her juice. Lucky cushion, lucky chair. Lucky me, to be witness once again to her moment of satisfaction, and be able to enjoy the animal quality of her moans. I soothed her through it, stroking her hair and her back, allowing the feeling to echo and die away little by little.
Then I stood up and let her turn around. Her lips were slightly parted and I freed my cock with haste, thrusting it inside her willing mouth, telling her to suck and suck hard. Playfully obedient, she did, sliding her tongue over the sensitive front of my rod and holding the bottom two inches clasped in her fingers, pumping assiduously. I was at the point of climax when I pulled out, surprising her. She opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy look.
“On your knees, my girl.”
Again she obeyed, scrambling off the chair to the thick carpet on the floor. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders and breasts as she settled down but only partway, so that her mouth was level with my cock and balls. She looked up expectantly, not sure of what I wanted, but trusting me all the same.
“Open your mouth again.”
She did and I came a little closer, holding my cock fully in my grasp to keep it away from her eager tongue. It was my balls that needed a good licking. She began at once, instinctively knowing what I wanted, doing the honors with her silky tongue, giving me a warmly sensual bath. The sensation, once I forced my cock to wait, was most pleasurable. I wanted it to go on for a while longer. As she had spread her body for me, I wanted to spread for her. But over her. Above her. Dominant and fully male, with my hugely swollen cock brushing her face, until my balls filled her mouth and the sensual bath from her expert tongue began again.
“Get on the bed, Xavi.”
She wiped her wet lips with the back of her hand and grinned at me. Certainly ball worship was more easily done when the one who licked could lie beneath the recipient of the licking. Bare and beautiful, she clambered onto the bed and lay on her back, reaching out her arms to me as I joined her. We shared an embrace and kissed lightly, then turned head to foot. On all fours, I parted my thighs and let her wriggle up until her head was between them. I no longer held onto my cock. It excited me deeply to know that she could see nothing at the moment besides my cock and balls over her face, about to descend, and that she wanted to give me as much oral satisfaction as I craved. With a deft fingertip, she took a clear drop of hot fluid from the head of my cock, popping it into her mouth and tasting me with a satisfied sigh.
My dear Xavi reached up to play with my balls as my shoulders dropped down and I rested my head upon her thigh, aroused by the fragrance of her still-excited pussy and wanting to look at it as she licked me. I eased down and felt her take the heavy sac fully into her mouth. It felt deeply satisfying to be tongued so well, and once I was wet, she applied her sensual ingenuity to increase my pleasure, tightening her lips around one ball and letting the other slip out, then reversing it.
Lost in the feeling, I suddenly lost the sense of being dominant, even though I was still on top. And I lost the sense of being male, realizing