This was a sure-fire G-spot stimulator.
Marcy gave a kind of strangled moan, and arched up. Her pussy convulsed, gripping his fingers hard. Mike pressed his hand down flat on her stomach, feeling for contractions. Was her pussy spasming? Did she orgasm? He didn’t think so, but damn, something sure as hell had happened. They had been playing for over a half an hour, and she looked ready to explode.
"Did you come, sweetheart?" he asked looking at her glassy dilated eyes.
"I felt something. It was like a wave of pleasure. Do you think that was an orgasm, Mike?"
He shrugged. "It sounds close. But I want to fuck you this first time. I want you to climax with my cock buried in you as far as I can be. Tell me you want me, Marcy," he said, his voice low with lust and need. "Tell me you want me deep, filling you with my cock."
Marcy moaned an almost incoherent affirmative.
"Say it," he demanded.
"God, please, Mike! I'm so empty. Please I need you inside me."
Her eyes were squeezed shut tight. The woman was writhing and grasping his shoulders with both hands. Sweating and red flushed - Marcy looked fevered.
Serious foreplay? Check.
He sure as hell was ready, and so was she. By God he intended to bury himself into her depths. He knew a sure way to make her climax.
45. Grinding
"You are so fucking perfect, Marcy. I'm going to fill you up."
Marcy just moaned.
Mike put on a condom. He doubted that Marcy was on the pill. They'd have to have that talk later. Then he crawled on top of her, placing his body between her legs, his hips spreading her further.
"Bend your knees, honey," he ordered, pulling one smooth warm thigh of hers up against him.
When she did he nuzzled her neck and whispered soft words of encouragement. Her sweet breath erotically swirled across his face and neck.
The weight of his body immobilized her against the bed, flattening her breasts with his solid chest. Then he began kissing her once more. Plundering her mouth, Mike gave her deep, intoxicating kisses. He penetrated her mouth just like he intended to penetrate her dripping sex.
"Open your eyes, Marcy," he said with an edge to his voice, and she did. Mike gazed into her eyes. They were heavy-lidded and dilated, the honey-brown of them dark as chocolate. Stunning. He felt as if he could look right into her soul through those eyes. Her body quaked beneath him.
"Are you ready for me?"
She gave a high pitched laugh that was nervous, excited and thrumming with arousal. "God, yes!" she said.
"Keep your eyes open now, sweetheart," he said and clenched his jaw. "I want to watch your face as you take me deep inside. I want to see you feel it."
Mounted, he positioned himself against her wet heat. She whimpered and tilted toward him. Everything about her body signaled its willingness. Marcy wanted to accept him, wanted to draw him in. When he had notched the head of his cock at her entrance, he didn't pause. Instead he drove into her swollen velvet heat, balls deep inside.
They both gasped and Marcy cried out.
Mike fell into her heat, burying himself inside her. He inhaled her, the heady scent of sex and woman. The feel of her soft, smooth skin against his hardness. It was heaven.
The expression on her face was perfect. Her eyes widened with surprise as he entered, her mouth gaped and her hands gripped his biceps. Jesus. Supple, willing woman. Yielding to him.
The internal muscles of her sex tightened around his cock and Mike muttered an oath with the pleasure of it.
"Jesus Christ, you feel so damn good," he panted, but remained perfectly still. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy was incredible. He fought to prevent himself from climaxing.
Marcy was panting, breathlessly adjusting to the size and feel of him. He wasn't a monster, but she was tight as hell. The woman hadn't had sex in years. And she apparently hadn’t had good sex ever.
This would be her first.
Blood surged to his cock, making it twitch and pulse. The satisfaction he felt at being the first man who would give her an orgasm was an incredible turn-on.
He stared into her rapidly blinking brown eyes, watching her thoughts move behind them. Surprise, shock, pleasure. The woman was drowning in sensation, still trying to comprehend it all.
When she finally stopped blinking and her pulse and breathing had slowed, Mike cupped her face. "You are so beautiful, Marcy. Tell me. Tell me what you're feeling."
"It feels good. I love the weight of you on top of me, and inside…" she paused and shut her eyes for a moment and then opened them. "It… I feel… you're so big. That full sensation is amazing. I'm full of you, Mike," she said and there was awe and wonder in her expression.
He looked down at her and grinned. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to be right here, inside you like this?"
Marcy gave him a heart-stopping smile. "No."
"I imagined having you right here in my bed from the first day I met you."
"Really?"
"Really. Give me your hands."
Mike took her palm to palm, his fingers linking into hers. He pushed her hands slightly above her head and down, his palms against hers, flat against the mattress.
For a moment he rested his forehead against hers and inhaled in a deep breath. How could he get himself under control? Lust, need, and blind urgent greed. His entire body burned as if it was on fire. It had been so long since he had made love. Keeping control took supreme effort. The only way he could do it was to concentrate on Marcy.
Focus. Focus on her pleasure. Hands, chest, thighs – his entire torso was flush against her, trapping her with his big body. Holding her in place so that she could barely move.
He had captured her. Subdued her resistance.
Mine. Marcy is mine.
The primal joy of it almost made him climax. His cock twitched hard inside her and he held his breath. Slowly, carefully, he lifted himself further up the length of her body. This way he had a firm contact with her clitoris.
"Do you feel that?" he asked rubbing the base of his penis against her swollen, sensitive nub.
"You…you're manipulating my clit."
He grinned. "That's the plan, honey." He leaned to the right of her, and then to the left, circling and rubbing, grinding against her. Holding them tight together he ground his hips into her. This pressed his cock into different parts of her vagina, without definite strokes. Yet the base of him remained hard against her clit.
"Did you learn all about the G-spot?"
"Yes."
"Good," he said. "The way we are going to do this will give you the best chance of having a combined clitoral and vaginal orgasm. Wrap your legs around me, ankles about at the height of my calves."
Marcy did so. "How does that feel?"
"I don’t know yet," she said, and because she was looking like she was thinking too much, and seemed a little lost, he kissed her. Mike held her hands, and rubbed her breasts with his chest. All the while he was gently rocking, slightly in, and then out, in and out. Circling with his hips, round and round.
Her mouth was divine, her scent and taste inspiring. For weeks he had thought about penetrating her, fucking her mouth with his tongue, while fucking her pussy. It felt every bit as heavenly as he had imagined it would be.
Fuck, the pace would kill him. His plan involved slow rocking - swaying not thrusting. That took herculean effort, because right now he wanted to pound himself inside her, he wanted to use her hard and fast.
Mike had decided to employ the 'Coital Alignment Technique' with Marcy this first time. It was also known as 'Grinding the Corn' just like how one would use a Mortar and Pestle. This position, similar to missionary, improved the chance of a woman's orgasm.
Over and over again, he pressed hard kisses along her face, jaw line, and the rapidly beating pulse of her throat - then back to her mouth once more. He waited until Marcy was moaning and mindless once more and then pulled back.
"Liste
n, hon. In this position you can tilt your pelvis and arch up. You know how those abdo curls can stimulate the G-spot?"
She licked her lips and nodded.
"Right, well using your thighs and ankles you can pull yourself against me. We move together, in whatever way that feels good. It's not about in and out penetration. Put your attention on your clitoris hitting the base of my penis, and tilting your hips to stimulate the G-spot. Ready to try it?"
"Okay."
Mike began to industriously work her then, rolling and pressing against her. Within a few minutes, Marcy got into the swing of it, pushing herself against him, too. Sweating and panting with effort, they both strained against each other.
"Fuck that feels good," he rasped.
"Yes, I get it now," she agreed, rocking herself against him with enthusiasm, her breath catching with pleasure. "It feels incredible." Her pelvis thrust shamelessly against him, driving toward a release she had never really known.
Mike told her how clever she was, and how amazing it felt to finally have her under him. For weeks all he thought about was doing exactly this, being inside her. He kissed her thoroughly and often, and regularly changed the position of his pulsing shaft as he shoved, drove and edged into every part of her. He told her he loved her, and how incredibly sexy it was to have her working her body against him.
To have her use his body until she found her release.
Whenever he felt her aroused response, he remembered it. Then he repeated the action, doing the same thing again and again. Mike could have climaxed twenty times already but he intentionally and with great difficulty held back.
This first time was important. It was all about her.
Mike knew that Marcy was inexperienced in pleasure, yet how the hell had she become such a quick study? She was bucking and moaning against him. Was she close?
The heavy scent of sex was in the air.
The passionate sounds of lover's whimpers, growls, gasps and groans complimented that erotic scent.
After about twenty more minutes Marcy was still panting raggedly, thrashing and thrusting. Her eyes were dilated, her body drenched with sweat. Marcy made a kind of keening noise, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah" with the occasional "Yes, oh yes!" or "Mike!" in her melody of erotic sexual music.
Mike's balls tingled; his scrotum was tense and ready. His heart thundered in his chest, his lungs heaved erratically. How long had they been playing? He figured for at least an hour. If he kept this up he was going to lose his mind.
"Are you close, hon?"
"I don’t know. Maybe… I think so…"
Desperate to climax, Mike put his right hand over her breast, and held the tender nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. He reached down between her legs with his other hand.
"Come for me, Marcy, let me hear it," he demanded watching her wide, desperate eyes. Then he squeezed her nipple and flicked her engorged clitoris hard, while plundering her mouth and thrusting deep.
Nostrils flaring, bolts of surprise in her eyes, Marcy broke away from his kiss and screamed.
Arching up, her entire body tightened against him. "Oh, God!" she wailed, crying out his name in her release. He had let her hands go long before, and Mike felt her nails as they viciously clawed at his back. The sudden pain of it spiked his pleasure.
Fuck!
That last effort had pushed Marcy right over the edge. The woman's whole body was shaking.
Marcy's wet, tight internal muscles began to contract upon him, milking him in explosive waves of pleasure. Marcy's body squeezed and fisted his cock, encouraging him to climax.
Mike was on board with that.
Marcy had hers. That was the important thing. Now it was his turn.
Released from his self-imposed restraint, he slid his hands beneath her. Grabbing the sweet round globes of her naked ass, he pulled her body up hard to meet his. He slammed into her then, his balls slapping her butt. He drove into her, with three short fast brutal strokes. With each driving push, her body jerked violently, her large breasts shaking.
It felt so good to let go, to ruthlessly pound into her hot wet heat, and to empty himself inside her. Overpowered by the force of his desire, Mike worried for a moment that he was bruising her. He attempted to curb his efforts but couldn’t do anything about it. After all that excruciating foreplay he was just too far gone.
"Fuck! Marcy!" he mindlessly called out, overwhelmed. Her feminine sheath continued to grip him, contracting in waves as his chest heaved.
With a low primal growl, he ejaculated fiercely, again and again, at a terrific rate. He wondered if that fucking condom could contain it. In the back of his mind, he suddenly hoped that it wouldn't. Perhaps together they would make a child.
Jesus! God!
The rush of pulsing ecstasy was even more profound because he knew that he had given Marcy the same pleasure.
Exhausted, Mike lay on upon her for some time. Then he pushed to his feet and disposed of the condom. He got a warm washcloth and towel and cleaned them both. Returning to bed, he cuddled beside her, skin to skin. A possessive smile of languid contentment swept his face.
The sound of her breathing and the feel of her beside him was a taste of heaven. Twitching with aftershocks, Marcy moaned and dozed off. Mike smirked. Either that or she had fallen into a coma.
Well no wonder. He was as exhausted as if he had run the Olympic marathon himself. She had kept up with him the whole way.
His gorgeous girl had experienced a very deep and clearly incredibly satisfying orgasm. For that matter so had he.
André had warned him to be particularly observant with her. It was André's professional opinion that her sexual inhibition was deep-rooted. While the ex-husband confirmed and added to her sensual reticence, there was something earlier. He cautioned Mike to notice her actions, signs of arousal and her words – seeking out anything that didn't align.
"Do not let Marcy hide from you, mom ami," André advised. "Many of her natural desires have been repressed, most likely buried by her own choice. There is a reason. I believe that she lies to herself first. It is for you to discover and expose this deception."
Mike hadn't run into a problem so far. His lips twitched up in a self-satisfied smile. Talk about a force ten climax. He recalled the agonized expression of extreme pleasure and excruciating pain on her face during her orgasm. The woman's whole body had flushed. A vein in her temple had even popped out. And that scream!
They had gotten over any hang-ups. His gorgeous girl had been hotter than hell!
True, after an hour of full-on foreplay anyone would be. Mike frowned as he considered that. It wasn't what they had physically done together. That wasn't just sex. Together they had made love. Intimate, awe inspiring, wondrous, profound and perfect love.
Mike loved her with everything he had.
When Marcy resurfaced, he fully intended to show her how much he loved her again. For a moment he imagined all the hundreds of things he had fantasized about doing with her over the past few weeks. As time went on, without relief, his imagination had become more and more extreme.
He hoped that she wouldn’t be too shaken over his erotic plans.
His cock was still at half mast - insatiable mindless beast that it was. The moment he considered how he might take her again he became instantly hard again. To be fair, the damn thing had been starving for female touch for some time.
He had a backlog of sex he intended to catch up on.
Well, he would take it slow. Once he got her aroused, he doubted that she would refuse him anything. Smiling, Mike curled into Marcy. God he adored her. They belonged together. Marcy was beautiful, responsive, and she was his.
Tomorrow he would propose to her properly. He wondered, would she like the engagement ring he bought her weeks ago?
46. Wow
Marcy opened her eyes. Yep. The world is still here, same as always. It's just me that is different, she decided.
Mike was propped on one elbow, looking down at her. O
ne big warm palm lay possessively between her breasts on her sternum.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Wow is right," he agreed, cupping a breast.
Marcy trembled with sensation. Exposed, naked, open and available to Mike – she could never recall feeling so relaxed. Since when had she become comfortable when naked? But the answer was obvious. Since she had experienced that mind-blowing life-changing orgasm.
Except that wasn't all that had changed.
I don't feel stupid about sex. I feel sexy and desirable. Powerful, needed and wanted. This is what it should feel like to be a woman.
She met his gaze, loving the expression on his face, the soft look in his eyes. She had not only been physically exposed and naked. Marcy felt as if she had bared herself completely, heart and soul.
I trust him.
Which in itself was amazing. There were so many years where she never thought she would trust a man again.
Marcy didn't remember Mike pulling out or disposing of his condom or anything after that astonishing climax. She had no idea that it could be like that. That it could feel so damn good. Had her eyes rolled back in her head, just like Jennifer Whittington's had? Had she actually passed out? Or simply left for a moment to another plane of existence? To the Land of Staggering Orgasms, perhaps?
I'll have what she's having indeed!
"Hey beautiful," he murmured in that deep sexy voice of his.
"Hey, yourself."
Mike gave her a gentle kiss. Was the man talented or what? Just that slight touch of lips to lips and she was hot as hell and soft as putty. Like the petals of the Pale Evening Primrose unfurling only at night, she opened her mouth for him, opened herself for him with a soft sound of pleasure.
This was how sex was supposed to be, she decided. Not a frustrating experience that left her feeling empty, incomplete and unloved. Not a tedious activity that she felt obliged to do with her husband when she would much rather be watching True Blood, reading a book, or even cleaning the bathroom.
Sex with Mike wasn't just sex. It was intoxicating, addictive and overwhelming. Mike filled her senses, bringing every cell in her body to life. Even now her mind was drawn back in a rush of intense memory. All that astonishing raw pleasure…when he had kissed her, touched her, and filled her… body and soul.