the little black dress, Part V

he chuckled as she made her way to the front door, loving the way in which her hips gently swayed back and forth like a ripe field of wheat. he realized that if the night was going to continue, she was going to need some nourishment. he was saddened to see her don his shirt. he picked up the rest of their discarded clothing and led her into the house.

hmm. nice decor. she smiled.

you've only seen the foyer.

it's a hell of a lot better than wooden slats.

his laughter roared through the old house. he motioned her to follow him with a twist of his neck. they made their way to the kitchen. he saw her check out the state of the art appliances. she leaned over the jenair stove and looked up at him.

very nice.

he nodded his appreciation. the kitchen was cozy, he knew. there was a large fireplace on one of the walls near the table. he was glad he thought to put a few logs on it before heading back outside for their last round. he started to move around the kitchen, stopping at the refrigerator, at the microwave, pulling a few shelved items from the cabinets. there was little conversation as she watched him deftly move throughout the kitchen. soon, he produced a light meal that he sat in front of her. a warm salad with seared tuna, crusty bread, and a small cup of broth. he retrieved a bottle of water and poured her a glass.

she began to pick at her salad. he could sense her skepticism about the food. he watched her take one bite and then another. her suprise was obvious. soon, her food was gone.

you aren't going to eat? she asked.

no. my stamina doesn't come from food.

it was her turn to laugh. it was as if warm butter flowed over him as her sultry laughter dripped from her lips. he started to laugh, but as she was seated on a barstool at the island, he glimpsed the long expanse of her leg.

uh-oh. she smirked as she took notice of his arousal.

this next one is for me. he told her as he unseated her and walked her to the old, but sturdy, kitchen table. her thighs were pressed into the table. he pulled his shirt over her buttocks. she offered him her chest, grasping the edge of the table, inviting him to unbutton the shirt. he knew what he wanted and he was growing impatient by degrees. to her surprise, he ripped the shirt from her body and pushed her up against the rock wall closest to the fireplace. her fingernails dug into his back as he ravaged her neck. he ground his arousal into her pelvis hoping she would not complain about his roughness. he pulled down his underwear just to his thighs. roughly, he entered her.

he barely noticed her scream and the ferocity with which her nail dug into his back. he couldn't feel his skin breaking as she clawed his back in pleasure. he focused on her warmth. how tight she was. she gloved him, milking him, enticing his climax within her walls. she pulled one leg up to allow him to fully enter her. he placed his head warily on the wall near her shoulder. he wanted to prolong his pleasure. he felt her begin to move. he tensed. sweat beaded at his brow, his body both hot and cold. he quickly and savagely began to thrust into her hot, hot pussy. he heard her moan, as he picked up his pace thrusting the full length of his manhood into her.

before he could establish his stroke, she removed her leg from his buttocks. dazed, he allowed her to push him to the hearth. covering his eyes with his arm, he felt her remove the last scrap of clothing from his body. the next thing he felt was her mouth, warm and wet on his dick. he raised his head up to see her work him over. she was ruthless. up and down and up and down, with a quick precise rhythm, he watched himself disappear into his mouth. he nearly lost it when she took him fully inside of her mouth and began to suck him. he began to claw at the stone hearth of the fireplace, no longer able to watch her. he could only feel. he was so close, but he kept fighting his pending arousal.

she felt him grow and thicken in her mouth as he began to come. she quickly withdrew her mouth.

nooo. he said as he felt her withdraw her mouth from his almost painful member. before he could lift his head to see what prompted her mouth's sudden departure, she straddled him taking the full length of him inside her hot body. she began to move. she smirked at him, saying, the first one's for you, right?

with skill she rode him, her breasts bouncing in the firelight. quickly she found the right rhythm. she was pulling his orgasm from him. she rocked back onto her heels and took him fully inside and began to snap her hips up and down the length of his shaft. he felt how wet she was, how wet she was becoming as their interlude progressed. he started to thicken and grow as he heard her pant and mutter obscenities--telling him how good he felt, mocking him, asking him if he wanted her to stop.

he pleaded with her not to stop. he was about to come. she felt it and picked up her pace. she became a blur as her hips rode him. he felt her clench the walls of her vagina around him. he became dizzy. as he grabbed her buttocks to push himself fully into her, he felt her palm his balls.

he yelled out as his orgasm spilled into her body. she used her muscles to milk him. he was fully inside her, convulsing as she pulled the last bit of pleasure from him. with his hands planted loosely on her hips and his eyes closed he asked her,

would you please make me a sandwich?

she promptly threw her head back and laughed.