She gave him a wry smile and started backing him up the steps into the kitchen. Once inside she removed her boots and socks then untied and removed his. She stood and began unbuttoning his shorts as she knelt in front of him on the floor. He looked down at her while she worked on removing his clothes. He shrugged his shirt off and peeled his t-shirt off. He stepped out of his shorts and boxers and took a step back. She stared at his physique and his growing shaft. He stepped back again and she crawled on hands and knees toward him.
I feel like I’m the prey. He said. She smiled a wicked smile then leapt to her feet and charged him. He deflected her right arm causing her to start to spin around. He caught her as her momentum caused her to come off balance and was now facing away from him with his arms wrapped around her pinning her arms to her sides. He leaned over and nibbled on her ear lobe then kissed her neck. She wiggled some but the effect of his attentions on her erogenous zone calmed and distracted her. In no time at all, she was starting to pant.
The prey becomes the predator. He said and began to move his hands over her breasts. Her breath caught as he squeezed her left breast then rubbed her large nipple through the fabric of her tank top. Both nipples were standing at attention and the light touches he gave them making them strain harder against the fabric. She let out a breath and sucked in more air.
Raising his right hand to clamp firmly around her throat without constricting her air or blood flow, he held her head in place as he played with her right nipple with his left hand. Moving his fingers around the large nub, he circled it a few times. Suddenly he took it between his finger and thumb and pinched it at its base firmly. Her eyes went wide and she gasped as her knees buckled. His arm around her middle and his hand on her throat holding her up he dragged her to the couch and gently laid her down. She was panting.
Quickly Ben undid her shorts and pulled them off along with her panties. She couldn’t resist as she was caught in her own mini orgasm. Her panties were wet with her scent. He lifted her up and peeled her top off. She fell back to the cushions and he placed a hand on her left breast, massaging it, teasing it while he spread her legs and licked her bald clit. She jumped at the sensation and gasped then relaxed. He licked her slit from end to end. Each time she came closer the abyss.
He pushed his face in and sucked her clit into his mouth and massaged the hard nub with his tongue. Reaching up with his other hand, he squeezed and kneaded her breasts avoiding contact with her nipples. Sticking his tongue into her cunt as deep as he could, she sucked in a breath and held it. He didn’t know if she held it in anticipation of his next move or the sheer joy of the feeling.
He then lifted her legs to drape over his shoulders and took a long lick from her anus to her clit and back. He did this several times bringing her as close to her climax as he dared. Suddenly he sucked hard on her clit and pinched her nipples hard while pulling on them. She screamed out his name as she was pushed over the edge. Her body shuddered. Her breath shuddered. Her mind shuddered and went blank, consumed with her pleasure.
Her mouth hung open as she panted harder. Ben saw the fluttering and contractions of her abdomen and felt the muscles in her legs tremble as they rested on his back and shoulders. Her eyes were glazed over but didn’t shut. He kept up the hard sucking vacuum on her clit and flicked it with his tongue as he rolled her nipples between his fingers to prolong her orgasm. She seemed to stay in it longer than she had previously before she started coming down.
The fluttering and convulsions slowed as did the trembling. Her breathing was returning to something like normal but was still rapid though not as short cycled as a quick panting. Her eyes took on a sleepy look. When he released the suction on her clit and the pressure on her nipples, her breath caught again at the sensation. Ben raised up on his feet and kept her legs pushed back and spread as he guided his cock to her waiting honey pot.
He slid in easily choosing to enter her fully in three thrusts instead of one. He wanted this for her and she offered no resistance indicating her state of relaxation. He felt her weak contractions around his shaft as he pumped in and out of her. His strokes came quicker and harder as his passion rose. Here was a woman who loved him and wanted him as hers. The thought penetrated his passion riddled mind and began to pump harder.
Jean was in absolute bliss. She saw nothing but white in her mind as her orgasm controlled her. As he controlled her. As she came down from the experience, she began to have the feeling of climbing once again. A feeling of fullness registered somewhere and she was pushed again toward that white bliss. She almost wanted control but the bliss she was feeling told her to submit to it. To him. To the pleasure she was receiving. She did and the ride to the top was once again taking over.
Ben was pumping in and out harder now as he pounded into her with his cock. Her pussy began to constrict around him again in time with his retractions. His pubic bone was hitting her swollen clit on each thrust. Each time he thrust in, her body rocked with each impact. Her breathing came in moans interrupted by each thrust. Panting and groaning, Ben was coming close to his own climax.
Jean’s pussy began to clamp down harder and harder as he recoiled to thrust again. Soon her belly tightened, her body went stiff as she was about to jump into the abyss again. A few more thrusts and she was gone. Her body wracked by convulsions. Ben was at his limit of endurance against her contractions and thrust in hard one last time to lock their bodies together.
His cock erupted inside her and his convulsions forced his tired muscles to press his pubic bone harder into her now abused clit. Jean howled in ecstasy with the quivering, involuntary convulsions squirting a large amount of girl cum. With legs quaking, Ben threw his head back and yelled out as he pumped his cum deep into her.
Each was gasping for air as if they’d run a hundred yard dash. Her body was shaking and glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her hair was plastered to her face and could charitably be described as disheveled. His body was drenched and his legs trembled straining to hold him up. His left knee was beginning to feel like it was on fire and finally gave in slumping to the floor.
Her legs, still trembling, just lay atop his shoulders where he sat, neither having any control of their strained muscles. Both still breathing hard but starting to come down, he gathered up his strength to lift her legs off him and let them set on the couch. Without them helping to prop him up, he slumped back and laid down on the cool floor. It felt good as the floor drew the heat from his overheated skin.
Jean barely noticed her legs were being moved. She barely felt her feet touch the cushions of the couch. She barely felt anything but the bliss that had consumed her. She thought she opened her eyes but couldn’t see anything but white. As she became more aware of her surroundings, her eyes began to focus on the white ceiling. Feeling came back to her in a rush.
The rushing sound in her ears subsided. Her heartbeat slowed as did her breathing. Another minute later, she felt so wonderfully tired as the ache between her legs began to subside. She moved slightly trying to get a feel of how to sit up. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but tried anyway. She raised her head a little and looked down her chest to see she was on the couch. She felt a hand brush hers and she tried to grab for it. Two, then three times she felt it but couldn’t grasp it. Finally she got it and held on as tight as she could in her weakened state.
Ben? She said in a breathy whisper. No answer came. She tried again and forced it into a loud whisper. Still no answer. She listened and heard nothing but her own breathing and heartbeat in her ears. With sudden alarm, she realized Ben was laying on the floor. The jolt of adrenaline from fear gave her the wherewithal to sit up and find him in just that state.
His eyes were closed and he was laid out flat on his back. She rolled over trying to get off the couch. She slid instead and her face landed in his crotch with her legs still hung up on the cushions. Fearing he’d passed out or something, she ignored the ironic position and with another try, dislodged her rubbery legs from the couch to the floor next to him. She turned and crawled around looking for any signs of trouble. She was now fully awake as her nursing training kicked in fearful something had happened to him.
Laying almost atop him, Jean put her hands to his face and used her thumbs to gently open his eyes. She was relieved when his pupils constricted from the sudden exposure to light. She laid her head on his chest to rest and just listened to his heartbeat and breathing. They were normal. He was just resting she concluded.
Sorry if I gave you a scare my dear. Ben said in a low soft tone. She jumped as if bitten.
You damn near gave me a heart attack! she scolded. Ben chuckled weakly.
Figured you were in better shape than me and I’d be the first to get one. He said.
Jean shook her head and laid it again on his chest. She gave his chest a weak punch with her fist before opening her hand and running it over the spot in a soothing gesture. Tears spilled from her eyes onto his chest. “Don’t ever say that.” She said sniffling. He reached up and laid his hand on her and gave her a few pats on her back to let her know all was okay.
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