Chapter 8
He strode to the bed and lay beside her, and assured by the words he had spoken, Sharon knew she had won her first minor victory with this man. Even if he was gentle for only a little while, it would be worth it. She would respond even more to his gentleness than to the rough way he treated her. She had no illusions about his remaining gentle. But with the passage of time, if she was able to convince him to be gentle each time for just a short while, she was certain she would be able to eventually have him completely tamed.
The funny part of all this was, she was starting to feel things being near him. He aroused emotions in her without touching her, and no man had ever done that before.
He took her in his arms and smiled, and it was a genuine smile. Either that, or he was a consummate actor. She relaxed a little, and she had to admit being held by him did feel good. This tenderness on his part was dulling her resistance far more quickly than if he had forced her to his way immediately. She was fully aware of what he intended doing, and it aroused her very quickly.
"I would have been gentle with you always, Sharon, had you married me three years ago," he said softly.
He leaned his head toward her and began lip-teasing her earlobe. Then his mouth was on her neck, and though his beard was scratchy, she had to admit there was a certain additional arousal in feeling it. Then his mouth slowly moved to hers and kissed it.
He continued kissing her gently, but there was nothing gentle about the throb she was feeling against her leg. His penis was as rigid as a crowbar. Sometimes she thought it was just as long, though somewhat thicker.
She was aware of the contoured penile head, pounding with blood as it continued pressing into her thigh. She knew he was holding himself back, and she wanted to make this as good for him as he would make it for her, hoping it would help him understand that gentleness was the one sure way to keep her interested in him. The truth of the matter was, Sharon felt more than a little desire for Lamont. She wasn't ready to call it love, yet, because love was something that grew over a period of time, but whatever this feeling was, it was something she'd never felt for any other man.
Little by little his kisses became more urgent. When his tongue sought her mouth, she parted her lips, opening them readily to receive him. Maybe, just maybe, if she responded properly, he would understand how much more enjoyable it was when she was willing right from the start. Maybe he would lose this insane desire to see her squirm and crawl.
Her soft strands of honey-blonde hair tickled his ears, succeeding in intensifying the lascivious sensations coursing through his loins. Without removing his hungry mouth from her, he slowly lowered his hand to her thigh beneath the covers. He started caressing the soft, naked flesh from knee to mid-thigh. She moved her own hand to his head and carefully wove her fingers through his black hair.
Encouraged by her positive responses, Lamont began stroking the satin-smooth flesh of her lovely thigh all the way up to the tight elastic leg band of her bikini panties. She always wore panties under the shortie nightgowns she liked putting on in bed. Each caress moved his fingers that much nearer to her heated pussy. When she moaned and pressed herself against him, he wasted no time sliding his other arm around her and gripping one of her full breasts.
Sharon was more starved for physical love than she had realized. All the torment this man had put her through before had always ended in making her feel rousing climaxes, and now her body was letting her know it needed more. In fact, she knew very well that she wouldn't be able to content herself with a once-a-week fucking, or, as in this case, twice in three weeks. Masturbation was out of the question. There was no way on earth she would be able to induce as much pleasure within herself with her own fingers as this man was capable of doing. It was the penis which had her stimulated more than anything else. A penis in her vagina, then a penis in her mouth, and both times she'd had orgasms wild enough to tear off the top of her head.
She made no effort to stop him when Lamont moved his hand away from the soaking center of her loins and slipped it inside the top of her shortie nightgown. His fingers squeezed her naked breasts, cupping them one at a time, sending licking flames of mounting rapture rippling through her shuddering belly. She groaned with lascivious delight, sighing as he rolled the hardening nipple maddeningly between thumb and forefinger.
When she felt his hot breath playing over her face, she turned her mouth to his and without thinking, thrust her tongue forward sharply, feeling him suck it deeply into the warm wetness of his mouth. God! She hadn't realized how much her body had been starved for his kisses. She needed him desperately, and it was no longer his money she needed, but the man, himself.
He eased his mouth from hers and whispered softly in her ear, "I like it better when you're naked. You're so absolutely stunning to look at. Besides, we can have a lot more fun when we don't have clothes on."
It was the first time he had admitted how turned on he was by her. Not that she had been unaware of it, but nevertheless, it was nice to hear him come out and say it. He knew how to be nice when he wanted to be. Yes indeed, he really knew how. There were times when she hated him, but at moments like this, she adored him. Her body begged to feel his hands. His nearness had taken control of her, melting her resolve to accept his handling of her as a necessary evil in order to assuage the roaring forest fires he had initially ignited in her with that first rape. She knew now that it was more than the way he fondled and aroused her. It was the man himself. There was no doubt about it. Deep down, even though she had never admitted it to herself, she had always wanted to know what it was like for this man to love her. He was the only one who had stirred such sensations in her when she had been younger, and he was the only one for whom she felt anything right now. Had any other man done this to her, she might have responded physically, if only because of the way Lamont had tuned her like a fine musical instrument, but her emotions wouldn't be aroused as they were with him.
Wave after wave of wanton pleasure churned through her shuddering torso, spreading outward from her nipples and radiating through her entire being. It was as if she were emanating desire from her fingertips and toes. Lord! It felt good, so very good! If she felt any animosity toward Lamont at this moment, it was solely because he had waited so long before approaching her again.
Weakly, she rolled her head from side to side, sighing with desire, little mewling moans coming from the depths of her throat, letting him know how quickly he was getting to her. His hands lifted the nightie over her head and tossed it off somewhere on the floor. She felt the cool air-conditioned air sweeping across her lovely breasts as he hungrily glued his mouth to her tantalizing lips, his tongue slithering between her teeth. Without realizing what she was doing, she found herself sucking on the lingual digit, dueling with it by parrying its thrusts with her own tongue.
Without realizing it, she began caressing his own muscular torso. There was no doubt about the fact that he was far more muscular now than when she had first known him. He had undoubtedly taken the time to build up his body.
With breath-taking delight, Sharon felt Lamont's hand caressing her nakedly upthrust breast, then tweaking her erect little pink nipple, making it deepen in color as blood flowed through it. His hand moved from one tantalizing mound to the other, playing with both nipples, obviously enjoying himself as much as she was thrilled by what he continued doing to her. She rolled her shoulders from side to side in undisguised, wanton desire.
Slowly, taking care not to alarm her since he had promised gentleness for a little while, Lamont moved his stubbled cheek lower on her body. The scratchy beard, far from deterring Sharon, aroused her even more. His heated mouth moved to the straining tips of her breasts and began pulling at her hardened, extended nipples. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, teasing the softness of her delightfully resilient mounds. Uncontrollable ecstasy continued building in Sharon.
She felt his hand trace its way along her highly sensitive belly and for a moment her breath caught in her throat as his outstretched middle finger began to worm its way under the leg band of her panties.
Would he do it? She wondered. Would he actually go down there with, his mouth?
A moment later, sighing with salacity, she thrilled to the pressure of his fingertip separating her vaginal lips. She almost shrieked her pleasure out loud as she felt him slowly worm his finger into the viscous slot of heated desire. He found the little bit of flesh that covered her clitoris and rubbed, making the tiny organ extend itself and escape from the hood covering it.
Dear God! She was already sopping wet the heated oils pouring from her frothing cunt like volcanic lava splashing in rivulets down the side of Vesuvius. Her crotchband was drenched with her fluids.
Moaning with wanton desire, the shamelessly aroused female doctor unconsciously spread her thighs to give Lamont greater access to her womanly hallway. She wanted to feel more.
Her gasping moans let Lamont know how easily she became aroused, and as a result he went farther, cautiously, gently, tenderly for a change, fucking his finger up and down the pink little furrow without plunging inside, just yet. At the same time his mouth continued hungrily sucking on her extended nipple.
Sharon drew in her breath as she felt the probing finger move even deeper, finding the tight little hole, worming its way inside, pressing ever deeper into her tantalizing pink grotto. It never occurred to her to hide the fact that she was so responsive. When he was like this, she was fully capable of loving him. He was the only man in the world who had ever really aroused her. Granted, he'd had to force her the first time, but in doing so, he had awakened the real woman inside her and made her that much more responsive to him as a man. Each time he touched her he created new and different pleasures in her shuddering body. Lord! Every passing moment let her know just how hot she was feeling, and how much she was in dire need of satisfaction. His manipulations had made her more passionate than ever.
"Hhhhhuuuuunnnnhhhh!"
The sound seemed to issue from her mouth without her being able to control it as his finger slid from her internal cuntal depths and began massaging the little bud of her tantalizing clitoris. The erotic thrills constantly surging through her quivering womanly body were absolutely fantastic, and she knew she was building to a bigger high than she had enjoyed the other two times. She shuddered from top to bottom. The aroused young female doctor was only vaguely aware that her hips were pumping up and down in rhythmic response to the driving finger within her.
Aware of the power in her upward lunges, Lamont realized how difficult it was for him to maintain control over himself. Christ! He wanted to ram his cock into her and fuck her solidly. But he was giving her this display of tender affection on purpose, to let her know how good things might have been had she not been such a bitch. The truth of the matter was, a good part of his antagonism toward her was antagonism toward himself. He hated himself for still feeling love for her. Yes, love! Unlike Sharon, Lamont wasn't one of those people who critically analyzed everything. When he felt something for someone, he admitted it outright, at least to himself. He still loved Sharon Seeley. He had raped her once, degraded her once, and the more his cock was buried inside her, the more he wanted her. His desire was mounting rather than waning. Still, if he were to let her know his feelings, giving her a weapon with which to control him, he was certain that in almost no time she would come to despise him again, even if he did have all the money she would ever need.
So let her feel what his gentleness was like, for the moment. Then, out of sheer self-defense, he would have to return to being the bastard who dominated and controlled her. Either she would eventually accept his domination, or she would move out. If she moved out, she would be out of his life forever, no matter how much he loved her. Certainly he had no intention of throwing her out in spite of what he had told her. At the moment, he wanted her to beg for an orgasm. He would give it to her, but afterward it would be his turn.
Carefully, gently, tenderly he slid his finger from the fount of her sweet pussy, letting his hand glide up to the waist band of her panties. All the while his mouth continued sucking at her lust-throbbing breasts while he slid the soft nylon down the curve of her trembling hips, over her long, slender thighs, to her ankles, then off her feet, after which he tossed them away.
Sharon was too overcome with passionate desire to realize how easily he was manipulating her. She was aware of the cool rush of air touching her tingling pussy as her labia hotly pulsed. Recalling how roughly he'd handled her the other two times, she almost panicked, but the gentle pressure of his mouth on her nipple caused tremors of rapturous delight to flow over her, and she sighed and lay back, allowing him to do as he wanted. She moaned, her hands gripping his hair, tugging his head all the closer to her naked nipples. Then she moaned again, even louder this time, as his wandering fingers drifted below her pelvic mount and began gently rolling her clitoris.
That was the moment the handsome, dark-haired author chose to slide his body lower, letting his tongue lick across the sweet nakedness of her tantalizing flesh. She was totally naked now, more delightful to the eye than ever. There was no doubt in Lamont's mind that he loved her, had loved her ever since he had dated her when she had been only seventeen. She had proved herself smarter than girls ten years older at the. time. She was not only more intelligent in school, but had a much more mature attitude than most of the other women he had dated. That was the basic reason why he felt so strongly about her.
Sharon felt his whiskers slide across her stomach, and she should have objected to the scratchy sensation. His hot, searching tongue licked into her navel for a moment, sending sparklers of scintillating desire coursing through her. Then his mouth was at the top of her pelvis where the almost-invisible wisps of blonde pubic hair tickled his chin. He pushed himself lower, then a little lower, until his hungering mouth was directly above her widespread vaginal passage. He stared in wonder at her succulent pussylips, seeing them pulsating and swollen. By now he knew she was hot enough to explode. Even her emotional self was advanced way beyond that of any other woman he had .ever known despite having been awakened so late in life. Now all he had to do was let her know what utter rapture was like, once and for all, and even when he manhandled her later on, she would be grateful, certain he would one day do this all over again.
Sharon waited anxiously, the waiting more terrible than anything she had felt when he had forced his cock into her cunt and her mouth those other times. Spasming convulsions jerked at her slender thighs and pulled at her stomach muscles as she felt the pressure of his wetly probing tongue slam itself against the wet slash of her anxious vagina. Oh, God! God! What a feeling! She had never dreamed ... not even after being fucked and forced to suck, that anything in the whole world felt like this! Oh, God!
"Hhhh haaa wwwww aaaaa uuuuu nnnnnnn gggg hhhhh!" she shrieked, her body filled with storming electricity as an unwanted shudder rippled through her quivering form because of the burning union of his tongue with her erect and upstanding little clitoris. "My God! My God! My God! Oh, Godddduuuuhhhh!"
"Feels good, doesn't it, honey," he said, his hands keeping her thighs forced apart.
His voice cut through the vaporous sensations she was feeling as he blew hot breath against her seeping cunt and made her quivering clitoris feel even more sensitive. Her buttocks automatically slammed up and down against the mattress, not in an attempt to escape, but because it was a natural movement, one which she hoped would bring her vaginal lips into contact with his mouth all over again. Surge after surge of uncontrolled sensation coursed erotically through her body from the heated junction between her thighs.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" was all she seemed capable of saying, whimpering almost involuntarily as he continued his skillful tweaking of her tantalizing clitoris. "Y-e-e-e-e-e-ssssssss ... hhhhhaaannrinhhhh ... so good ... oh, I never dreamed ... aaannnhhhhh ... I love it... I love it...." and her body reaffirmed what she was saying by the anxious lifting of her naked loins.
"Now maybe you can understand why I wanted you to suck my cock," he said to her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes! I understand! Don't stop now! I'll do anything for you from now on, ' but for the love of God don't stop now!"
Smiling to himself, Lamont dipped his head again and let his tongue spear its way into her feminine oven. He licked the juices from the hotly quivering center, tasting the nectar from a cunt that had only been fucked once, and that once by him. Her oils gushed out and filled his nostrils with the warm headiness of her arousal.
The tongue was so overpowering, Sharon wanted him to stop for a moment and give her a chance to catch her breath. She attempted to pull away, but he held her firmly against the mattress. She lifted her lovely head and gasped at the lascivious sight of this man who was her captor for the moment kneeling in fealty between her widespread thighs, paying oral homage to her cunt. His handsome face was buried firmly in the kiln of widely split pink flesh. Lord! This was the most fantastically wonderful sensation of all time. Even though the thrills were overpowering, she not longer tried stopping him.
Instinctively her wantonly aroused body continued to violently react and respond as her hips lifted and slammed themselves against the mattress. The tormenting tongue was driving her mad with passion, sending uncontrolled spasms of wandering delight charging through her. She felt neither ashamed nor guilty, only sorry that she had robbed herself of this sensation for so long by not having indulged in this with Lamont three years before. His tongue washed through he hot furnace with a deliciousness that overpowered her.
"Ghhhhhuuuun nnnngggh ... my goddddd uuuhhh ... ooooooo ohhhh ... uuuuu nnnnnhhh ... that feels fantastic!"
She was whimpering, gasping as her smoothly rounded tan buttocks rose and fell with regularity, keeping time to the way his tongue probed her inner recesses. It slurped against the pink furrow of her seething pussy with loud noises, and the sounds only enhanced everything for her that much more.
Lamont stared up at her lovely contorted countenance, but all the while his tongue continued slurping in the honeyed pit of her fulcrum, his lips continually teasing the tantalizing flesh of her throbbing pussy. Tears of sheer happiness fell from the lovely blonde's eyes, and Lamont watched with satisfaction, knowing this would be a job well-done. She was struggling to achieve more than she had the previous times, and knowing Sharon as he did, he was certain she would succeed. She was the kind of woman who, once she set her mind to something, went out and got it. She had not even allowed her poverty to deter her. She was using her body to live regally, and the only remaining question was, would he be able to make her love him. She was presently more turned on than he had ever seen her, and he decided he would definitely bring her to total satisfaction, this way. Then he would turn into the son-of-a-bitch he had to be in order to make sure she remained under his control.
He slammed the full length of his probing tongue all the more deeply into her, licking and slurping at her upstanding clitoral nodule on both, the forward slash, and the backward lap.
"Unh ... anh... unh... anh...." she cried in time with the way his hungering tongue licked into her, her cried of pleasure filling the entire bedroom as he continued proving with his tongue into the deepest part of her seething pussy. Her hotly clasping vagina tried to clamp itself around his tongue as it had done around his cock, but his tongue proved much too slippery, and it managed to effect its escape every time. Shrieks of wantonness came rising from her helpless throat as he took the flesh stalk of her clitoris between bis lips and proceeded to use the tip of his tongue to whip it from side to side.
Sharon's head was flailing insanely from side to side, whimpers and gasps on uncontrolled rapture rolling from the depths of her chest as she automatically reached out for the summit of total arousal ... straining for that ultimate release.
"Don't... uuuhhhh... stop... please... oh, please ... don't stop...." she begged, her voice a hoarse groan as she tightened her hold on his hair and pulled his face all the more deeply into her vagainal vestry. Her naked hips all but slammed upward, her cunt beating against his face.
"Lick me harder, harder, harder...." Sharon pleaded. "Don't stop now ... not now ... ohhhhh ... please ... please...."
His tongue washed through her seething channel with stronger swipes than ever, and he knew he had her now. She was there.
"HIIII'MMMMMM... UUUUNNN NGGGHHH... CCOOMM MMMMIIII NNNNGGG UUUHHH ... YYYYYA AAAIII YYYYYA AAGGGG HHHUUU NNNNNG GGHHHA GGGGGG HHH!" she screamed, and she whipped insanely from side to side, thrashing violently as she clamped her hips tightly around his face.
Lamont continued licking and lapping, even after she became oversensitive. He had her totally drained for the moment, and this was the way he wanted her, thereby making her resistance to what else he had in mind practically nil.
He was going to fuck this cunt he had just sucked, and she was going to love that just as much as she had loved his lapping.