Chapter 14
"And kiss again. This time on your breasts, darling." And Bruce pressed his mouth against one breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue while one hand caressed the inner sides of her thighs, moving close to but never quite touching her pussy.
She didn't really understand it, but not quite touching her pussy at this point seemed to build the excitement to greater intensity, until she was sucking in air in gasps, trying to hold on to some remnant of reality that she really didn't want. Let go! Let go! Give up to emotions. Don't hold back.
Yet the very act of holding back seemed to multiply the sweet agonies of wanting.
His hand touched her pussy and she shivered with the delight of it, pushing down against his hand as his finger slid in, teasing at her clitoris. His other hand was around her, gliding gently but firmly along her back, making her realize that her whole body was involved in lovemaking, not just the small area of her pussy. That was just the central point, the focus-but her whole body, breasts, tensed muscles of her legs and stomach, her back, her mouth, her throat, her lips-every last ounce of her was involved.
Now one finger worked in and out of her little pussy, helping to open her vulva, to spread its pinkish lips so that, eventually-and not too far off-his penis could slide in, gliding on the juices his finger was pumping from her.
And she moved against him in a slow, writhing motion that excited them both to-a new pitch of frenzy, to new explorations. Her hands ran across his chest, down his sides, and centered on his penis. She turned a little, peering down between them, so that she could see his love muscle. It was big, a strong shaft threaded with heavy blue veins that pulsed and throbbed, and a bulb of a head, purplish in this light, that already dribbled juices that would make penetration easier, that would fill her tunnel with bulb and shaft...
She closed her hand around his shaft, moving it gently in a pumping motion that brought a moan of pleasure from Bruce and additional stirrings of desire in Jennifer herself. She pulled his penis over until it touched her pussy, moving her pelvis to rub the big bulb against the lips of her vulva, against her clitoris, where still further tension built, shooting exquisite agony all the way up-far inside her, where soon his penis would ram, sliding along the sides of her tunnel, pulsing and moving, to build toward that climax, that ultimate in gentle explosions.
He cupped a hand over one breast, letting the nipple slide out between two fingers, so that his fingers worked on the amber-pink nipple as if chewing. And his tongue brushed the tip, startling Jennifer into a moan of ecstasy. Or perhaps it was that special little teasing on her clitoris, where his penis slid back and forth to the slow working of his hips-and intensified by the movements of her own pelvis.
His hand slid in from behind, between her legs, and fingers spread the lips of her vulva, giving his penis more room to move, opening new layers of flesh for her to enjoy as the bulb of his penis slid over them, not quite penetrating but promising. And the very promise was an excitement of its own, an anticipation of delights and ecstasies yet to come.
Now that his penis was in place, against her pussy, moving with gentle insistence, Jennifer released her hold, grabbing both his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, then sliding her arms down and under the small of his back, in an effort to get closer-which was impossible. They were practically welded together already, but the pressure of tugging on him gave her immense satisfaction.
And she wanted that bulb and shaft rammed into her, far up her tunnel, creating the final step in lovemaking, the great release of an orgasm.
"If you want 'The Bridge,' darling, we do it this way. Slide off me. There, put your hands on the bureau, bending over. With your cute little scarred bottom aimed right at me."
Jennifer peered over her shoulder at him, momentarily aghast. "Not in the behind?"
Bruce came up behind her, moving his stiffened shaft, tickling her pussy in this new and more open position. "Not in the way you're thinking, darling. I'm going in from the rear- but right up your cute little cunt-and it should be a far deeper penetration than anything we've known so far. If you want, take one hand and guide me, though I won't need it." He grinned at her, making a wickedly lewd motion with his eyebrow. "I'm right on target."
As indeed he was. Jennifer could feel the pressure of his bulb against her pussy, sliding part way in. She didn't know how she knew, but she did know that she had to turn her toes in and spread the cheeks of her ass so that his penis could get into the opening and spreading of the lips of her vulva.
She felt the hardness of the edge of the bureau under her hands and then the gentle cupping of her breasts, one in each of Brace's hands. And the pressure of his bulb against the lips of her vulva. For a moment, as it was every time, there was a frenzy of fear that she wouldn't be able to take that huge bulb and shaft into her little pussy.
But, as always it slid in and the lips of her vulva and the muscles of her vagina closed over it, seeming to tighten up on it as the shaft moved slowly in-and in-and in.
Jennifer gasped with delight as his shaft entered, as it slid, millimeter by millimeter, up her cunt. She could feel the head pause for a moment at that little hard button 'way up her vagina-she wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was a significant point, a point that always brought a brief pause.
And then his prick rammed past it, and on up inside her. Farther, farther, farther-as his hands gripped her breasts and held them in a firm, implacable grasp.
The edge of the bureau cut into the palms of her hands as she braced against it, waiting for his bulb and shaft to reach to ultimate...
There. She felt his pubic mound thrust against her pussy and the dangle of his balls in her crotch. And far up her tunnel the bulb of his penis shivered and pulsed and then began a slow in-out motion. Not much, just a hair of motion, back and forth, but it was already starting to build toward that tremendous emotional impact-the climax.
She found she could vary the pressure on his penis by working her little pelvis up and down, and by swinging her buttocks in small but effective rotary motion.
Now his hands were freer, since he had reached the final penetration, and they played with her breasts and nipples in exquisite agony. Once in a while he ran one hand down her stomach to touch and play with her pussy, to tease her clitoris. And each time was like a shock, a very delightful, tension-building shock that was felt all the way up her tunnel.
They were moving in rhythm now, with a tempo that was imperceptibly increasing, her little pelvis moving up and down and her buttocks rolling against his pelvis while Bruce drove in and out just slightly-just enough to stimulate.
Now the tempo was nearly frenzied and her body was responding with tensions felt in every muscle, centered on the area where she could feel Bruce's bulb pulsing and quivering, his shaft moving slower now but with greater force, it seemed.
Her tunnel was flooding! She could feel the bulb spurt juices into her, hot and somehow tasting salty, even 'way up in her body. And then the tensions let go!
There was a wild explosion behind her eyes, centered far up her tunnel yet involving every particle of her being. A wonderful freeing of all parts of her in one great surge of emotion, of physical release. Climax!
Within seconds of each other they had reached climax and had an exquisite orgasm.
And now Jennifer felt limp, resting her head on the edge of the bureau, between her quivering hands.
She could peer down her body, see Bruce's hands slackening on her breasts, see, between her legs, the slow emergence of his deflated penis-as she could feel it, moving over the sensitized flesh of her vulva.
Her whole body felt purged, as of a great burden, swept clear, and refreshed, yet utterly languid, at peace. Completely relaxed.
She knew that Bruce lifted her, moved her to lie beside him on the berth, but it was all part of a hazy, delightfully insubstantial aftermath, a dream world in which she moved slowly, languidly, as if under water.
It was a wonderful feeling, a wonderful way of release of tensions. She knew he kissed her, whispered endearments, but they were softened and cushioned by her languor, by her desire just to lie in his arms and be.
It was an exquisite moment, the finale of love-making, from violent tensions to infinite peace. Her hand closed in his with the gentleness of a child. She slept.