Stranger (4 page)

His dirty mouth spikes my passion even higher. 

“Shoes and socks first, baby.  Kneel down.”

I do what he commands.  I’d do anything for this demi-god knowing if I was his slave he would do whatever I needed.

As I kneel down he places his hands on my shoulders, stroking the skin there.  I remove his shoes and socks and caress his skin with the action.  I look into his eyes watching me as I slide my hands up his firm legs and over his bulge to undo his pants.  They fall to the floor leaving my eyes level with the huge erection straining under his tight black boxers.  I nibble him through the fabric and run my tongue over the wet spot of his precum but he pulls me back.

“No, baby, I want to taste you first.”

I sigh heavily and guide his boxers down kissing the skin as it is exposed to me.  He kicks the clothing to the side and he sits, taking the same position from before but his clenched fists dangling from the armrests show his need.  His erection is standing straight up, red from the blood filling it, its head oozing.  I just want to sit on it and slide it deep inside of me.

“Now my shirt.”

I lean into him with my breasts lying on his lap with his erection under me.  He’s so hard and I feel him twitch under my skin as my fingertips run over his olive complected flesh.  I finish undoing the buttons and push the open shirt away from his torso, rubbing my hands over its sculpted definition.  I move my hands up to his broad shoulders and push the shirt down his arms feeling the muscles mountaining and braiding into each other.  They flex with his fight for composure.

I look up into Marco’s eyes and he sees the unasked question in mine.  He gives me a hint of a nod and I begin to slither up his long body.  I have to feel his skin rubbing against mine.

“Mmmmmmmmmm...”  It escapes me before I know it.  The hair on his chest is tickling my nipples as I straddle him.  His mouth comes down hard on mine and he’s lifting me up, holding me by my ass. My soaking wet sex rubs against him as he sets me down on the table with my ass at the edge.

“I can’t wait until you cum on my tongue, baby.  I want to suck every drop out of you until you feel like I’m sucking your tongue through your beautiful pussy.”

“Do it now, Marco, I can’t wait,” although he’s just made me cum my body is humming with need.

“Oh, no, Elizabeth, we’re just getting started,” he says cradling me and leaning me back onto the table.  “Lay back for me, baby.  I want you sprawled out like the banquet that you are.”

My back is against the cold table, arms lying straight out to the sides, knees bent with my feet resting on the arms of the chair on either side of his large frame and he’s leaning over me.

“Just like that, baby, don’t move.  You’re stunning like that.  Every part of you is open to me, waiting for me to savor every bit of you.”

He sits and takes my legs one at a time, straightening them, nipping and licking the flesh just above my stocking.  He rolls the stockings down my legs continuing the trail with his mouth as he goes. 

“We can use these somewhere else,” he says with a mischievous smile.

His eyes drop to my glistening wetness completely open to him and he licks his lips.  Shifting his gaze to my eyes he lifts one of my feet to his mouth and kisses then licks the arch.  I gasp as he grins wickedly, giving this same attention to each toe.  He repeats the same agonizing torture on the other foot making me relaxed and frenzied at the same time.  

He takes my stockings that were hanging on the arm of the chair and comes to stand next to my head as I watch the perfection of his body move.  I can’t help focusing on his engorged penis standing at attention as if saluting me.  He leans down close to my face laying an open hand on my stomach.  My back arches up off the table and he kisses me lightly, tracing my lips, my mouth and my teeth with his tongue.

“Do you trust me, Elizabeth?”

I search his face silently peering into his deep dark eyes.

“Yes.”

“I would like you to let me do something for you.”

I wait for his request as my heart rate accelerates.

“I want you to let me bring you the most pleasure I can.  I want you to concentrate on feeling everything I do to you.  To help me do that I want you to let me blindfold you...with these.”  He takes the stockings and traces them up the length of my body from my feet, over my legs, across my sex making me jump, and over each nipple.  The whisper of the touch is intense.

I stare back into his eyes.  He’s patient waiting for my answer.  Anticipation and desire course through me making me delirious.  I nod slightly and whisper, “Ok.”

He kisses my swollen lips deeply.  “Thank you, baby.”

He takes the stockings and holds them above my face sliding them between each hand, looking into my face for signs of fear or hesitation.  “If you can’t handle anymore and you want me to stop, just say stop, Elizabeth.  But just know we stop completely.  Nothing else.  Do you understand?”

I stare up at him as he holds the stockings very still over my face.  Waiting.  The sight of those stockings become an aphrodisiac, the latent desire to be dominated, to submit myself completely to a man I know is worthy, comes out of that closet I’ve tried to keep locked up and my body bows inwardly with sultry surrender.

“I understand.”  The words are so quiet I don’t know if he hears me.

Marco immediately smiles knowing that I have given myself to him, at least for tonight, to do what he knows I need and want.

“You’ve made me very happy.  Ok, lift your head up a little, baby, and close your eyes.”

And everything goes black.  All of my other senses are immediately heightened.  I hear the scrape of fabric as Marco quickly ties the nylon in place.  The hardness of the table is defined under my body and if I flinch I feel its coolness where it hasn’t been warmed by my body heat.  Body heat.  I am so hot.  I feel the air rasp in and out of me.  His finger traces my lips.  I smell myself on him and I lick my lips in anticipation.  His mouth is on mine capturing my tongue, sucking it into his warm mouth.  His hands are on my arms and he begins to gently guide them straight over my head holding them firmly.

Marcos mouth is close to my ear, so close that I can feel his warm breath before he whispers, “Keep your arms over your head like this, love, hold on to the table.”  My body is stretched jutting my breasts up as if they are calling to him and he answers the call taking an aroused hardened nipple between his fingers and strokes the tip.

“Your body is my playground tonight, Elizabeth, and I’m going to play with it now,” the heat in his voice is erotic and sultry and I melt in his hands.

I can’t speak, I am incapable of answering him with words but my body responds as mouth falls open, my heart skips and heat flashes through me and everything within me clenches in need.

He begins the seductive play on me with absolute focused attention beginning with my breasts, tracing the curves of them then turning to my nipples first with just his one finger then two.  His mouth finally captures them teasing them with his lips then only his tongue bringing me to the point of madness and on the verge of a climax.  My hips begin to move writhing in need.  His touch is leading me closer to erotic oblivion, a place in which I’m afraid I will never want to leave.

“Stay still, Elizabeth.  Feel me.  Don’t move or I’ll stop and we’ll have to start over.”

A sound like a whimper leaves me quietly.  I can feel the breath from his mouth so close to my ear now.

“Sshh, baby.  Trust me.  Just let yourself go with the pleasure,” he whispers to me licking and nibbling my ear.  And with that, the heavy curtain of restraint falls away as I let go completely.

“Yes,” I reply panting.

I inhale deeply as the pinky on my stomach begins to tease my mound and I struggle to hold still.  The waves of sensation are carrying me out further into this space of mindlessness, one where nothing else exists.  His hand travels downward bringing his fingers to slide through my wet folds as one enters me and circles.  My focus is fixed on that finger taking me higher.  I’m being pulled from my body with each of his movements as if within and without myself.  He lifts my leg to his shoulder, his tongue on my legs, licking and kissing my calves.  He stills.  The sound of our heavy breathing is the only thing I hear.

“Your pussy is so beautiful with its pink lips begging to be kissed. So wet...” and he nestles a finger between my cheeks moving upwards gathering my juices up over my folds to my clit and circling it.  “You’re dripping.  It’s all I can do not to bury my cock in you right now, Elizabeth.  Next time I’m going to take you like an animal.”

“Oh, God, Marco, yes....” My whole body is rigid imagining his beautiful length plunging into me. 

“I know, baby, I know.” His hands leave me and I hear the rip of paper.  He places both of my feet on the arms of the chair and holds my legs open.

“Keep your legs open for me just like this baby, don’t move.”  I feel so completely open and exposed to him, it’s frightening and erotic at the same time.  Then he’s on me beginning the journey up my legs with kisses, licks and nibbles.  When he gets to that crease at the top of my thighs he strokes it with a long lick and I think I’m going to lose it.  One hand lies just above my mound and pushes back, exposing my swollen clit.  The contrasting cool air hitting it feels intense.  His tongue takes another long lick over my wet lips then dips inside and pulls them into his mouth, sucking them in.

“Aaaarghh!”

Flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, he swirls it around that tiny bundle of electric shocks.  He plunges deep into my hole and begins to fuck me with his mouth.  He’s feasting on me, lapping me up with such precise devotion and it’s hedonistic.  His hand presses down harder on my abdomen holding me still.  Back and forth from tonguing me to licking me and flicking my clit, he never gives me enough to push me over the edge, keeping me poised there hovering ready to fall.  So close, so fucking close, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. 

“Please, Marco...,” I beg.

He moans while he’s sucking on me and I feel the vibration penetrate me, intensifying the sensations. Two fingers clamp down and pinch my clit rubbing together as his tongue lavishes my sex, licking, suckling and plunging deeply inside of me. Overcome, I fall, soaring, arms out wide like wings, as I unravel into bliss.  The release is slow and sensual and I glide with it, moaning his name out loud.

Suddenly his mouth is gone and I feel him at my entrance.

“YEEESSS!!” and he plunges into me as his balls slap my ass.  He’s so magnificently big filling me completely, exactly what I was yearning for.

“YES, YES, YES!” I scream as my walls grab hold of him, milking, pulling him in as my orgasm builds again.

In one swift movement he lifts me up still buried deep inside of me, pulling the blindfold off, carrying me to the bed, sliding out, turning me over with my ass in the air face down, and plunges into me again.  One hand is holding onto my hip and the other slides through my folds and rubs my clit.  My orgasm is cresting again and I’m slamming back on him, circling my hips grinding my clit into his hand as he’s pounding into me. 

“Fuck me Elizabeth,” he growls plunging in and out, grinding circles into me. 

I’m milking him with my orgasm pulling his release from him.  His fingers leave my clit and I feel one wet with my juices circling my ass.

“Yes, Marco, please...,” I beg as I continue to grind into him as he slips his finger in.  “Oh God, Marco!” I moan as we’re pounding into each other.  My orgasm explodes again.  HARD.  He buries himself deep inside of me completely, pulling my hips back onto him as I feel him tense, tightly holding me to him.

“Fuck, Elizabeth!!!” and I feel his cock twitching inside me as he cums releasing his passion into me, thrusting long and deep.

We collapse on to the bed with him inside of me still hard.  I feel him twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm as I continue spasming and milking him.  My back is to his front and he’s brushing his lips along my neck and shoulders, pulling me in closer as I push down on him. 

I realize I haven’t seen all of him yet while he’s explored every inch of me.  I move so he slides out and I turn to face him, my hands on his chest as he’s stroking the length of my body.  Staring into each other’s eyes, the air shifts and I feel the stirring of his erection against me.

“I want to look at you, Marco,” I whisper.

He studies my lips then his mouth is on mine, his tongue caressing me tenderly.  He pulls me closer to mold me against his naked body.

“Anything for you, baby.”

He lifts himself off the bed and removes the condom and throws it in the trash.  Every inch of his body is finely sculpted.  His ass is perfect with those indentations on his cheeks that you want to rub your face against.  His sculpted broad back tapers down to a defined waist.  But what my eyes focus on is the breathtaking dragon tattoo.  It starts at his left shoulder blade and winds its way down to his waist.  The reds and blues are so striking I can’t help but reach out and touch it as I get up on my knees to run my fingers along the lines.  He flexes and the dragon moves as if it’s coming to life.

“It’s beautiful,” I say quietly and bend to lightly kiss it.