Tom

When Lina had allowed her outer lips to close around him, he found he could still breathe. He could certainly feel her muscles responding and flexing around him, when she moved. It was an odd sensation, almost completely inserted into her swollen and slick vagina, body nearly inverted, the tissue molding around him and holding him firm. Positioned as he was, he couldn’t make out any of the dialog. He started moving his hands and legs, almost like treading warm, his efforts touching her in all sorts of delicate sensitive areas. He could feel her flesh trembling, like a tremor before an earthquake. He was so aroused, lost in his own passion, he wanted her to come, wanted her to cream for him, on him. It was so close. Suddenly, she contracted and held all of her muscles in the area, not an orgasm, a deliberate act. He found himself nearly completely immobilized. Relaxing his own body, he decided to wait.

He knew she was moving by the feel of the sleek muscles undulating around him. He resisted the impulse to resume in his quest to bring her pleasure, wondering now if he hadn’t maybe erred in stimulating her while in the presence of Janine. Thoughts of what she might do if she got him back flickered across his mind.

Her abdominal muscles contracting. He couldn’t figure out what the heck she was doing, arching forward, back, forward, he frowned. He could feel the engorged tissue begin to deflate, blood leaving the area as her arousal level diminished.

He felt a sudden rush of movement from her muscles and there was a splash of light from overhead, bright, almost blinding as she pulled back on the fabric. He grinned up at her impishly.

“Tom, I was worried I had hurt you,” she said, concern in her tone, expression matching her tone.

He shook his head in negation.

Seeing he was unharmed, her demeanor now showed some ire. “I’m very cross with you at the moment. What were you thinking? I mean, if you really want to go back to Janine,” she started, “Let me know and I’ll tie you up in a little bow and leave you on her pillow, is that what you want?” she asked.

“Nope,” he replied, shaking his head. Experiencing Janine had been an adventure unto itself, but being with Lina, so far, had been a dream in comparison. “I got caught up in the passion of the moment, being inside you almost drove me wild, but I got your message when you put the squeeze on,” he explained.

She chuckled throatily, “I thought you were going to bring me to climax,” she said, half smile, eyebrows raised.

“I almost had you, I could feel it,” he croaked, voice a little hoarse.

She raised her eyebrows, “That you did, with my daughter right there, I nearly wet myself,” she laughed, “But you know that would have given us away,” she added, tone growing more serious.

“I know, I was right there, I can hardly wait to be there when this dam bursts,” he replied, tone cheeky, kissing her delicate flesh. He had lost count of the number of times she had brought to the verge of ejaculation in his pursuit to get her to release.

She shook her head. “You are a trouble maker,” she said, gingerly putting her thumb and forefinger on the side of his head. Pushing with her pelvic muscles, she slowly extricated him, her pussy clinging to him, reluctant to yield its precious pearl of pleasure.

Taking him in her hand, she set him on the bathroom counter. He tried to stand, but his legs were unsteady and he sank down to the countertop, legs to the side.

She frowned, but it softened when he smiled and blew her a kiss. Leaning in close, she brought her face very near him, eyes closed, lips puckered. Taking her lower lip in his hands, he kissed her a few times on the pillowy flesh before letting her go. She leaned back and smiled.

“I can taste myself on you,” she commented, detecting a hint of essence on her lip where he had planted his kisses.

“Your juices are like ambrosia, nectar of the gods,” he said, licking his own lips. Reaching over, she tenderly picked him up and brought him near her face. Parting her lips, she opened her mouth wide, retracting her muscular tongue before putting him inside. The interior of her mouth held a strong essence of spearmint, clean and fresh. He curled into a ball, allowing her to do with him as she wished, cleansing him of her passion. Expertly, she moved him about, holding him gently with her teeth as she bathed him. When she was done, she pushed him through her lips and out onto the palm of her right hand.

Rolling over, he smiled up at her, “All clean, like a shiny new penny,” he said, slicking his hair back.

She giggled, his charm irrepressible. “What am I to do with you?” she inquired.

“What would you like to do with me?” he asked coyly, answering her question with one of his own.

She let out a breath, “We’ll figure that out later,” she said, “Right now, for appearance’s sake, I have to go for a run.”

“Shotgun!” he cried.

“Shotgun?” she asked, not understanding the reference and shaking her head.

He chuckled, “Means I get to ride in the front passenger seat,” he replied.

“Oh,” she replied. “And where pray tell might that be on this particular model?” she asked, spreading her arms wide and looking down.

“I don’t think I want to brave those lovely globes of yours while you are jogging,” he said, touching his left forefinger to his chin. Eyes drifting down her body, he lingered on the juncture of her legs.

“More?” she asked, smiling.

He nodded slowly, “I’ve got unfinished business,” he said, parting his lips and moving his left index finger to his tongue.

“I’m not going to put you inside like last time, but I can keep you down there,” she said. “When we get back, we are both going to need to a bath, then we can finish what you started,” she promised, heat in her eyes.

He nodded slowly.

Standing up, she carefully replaced him in the gusset of her panties, drawing her exercise pants back up and securing him in place, pausing to wash her hands at the sink before leaving the bathroom. Moving downstairs, she put on her cross trainer running shoes and set off for her run. Nestled as he was against her soft flesh, he could feel her every step, her flesh heating as she exerted herself. He wondered where she was running. Snaking his hands between the warm petals, he sought out his prize and with renewed vigor, began to worship her flesh.