Story 2: The Book

She blames the book.

The book that she found lying on the wooden table at the book store.  The book with the shiny cover that crackled when you opened it.   Each page filled with pictures of beautiful bodies wrapped up in one another - arms, legs, breasts - with momentary expressions of desperation or bliss.  Near endless pages to arouse her body and stimulate her already active imagination.  Marie was completely transfixed by the explicit, glossy photographs and turned each page of the book slowly, carefully.  Her breath quickened and she could barely sit still.  Her inexperience constantly frustrated her but, after the last time - with him - she spent hours dreaming about what he could do to her, if only she had the courage to ask him.

Always, she thought of him treating her roughly.  Pushing her against a wall and holding both of her arms tight while he pounded his hard cock into her pussy and stared into her eyes.  Or tying her hands together and spanking her hard on the ass with one hand while he rubbed her firm nipples with the other.   Or, her favorite, hearing his usually calm, low voice making demands of her like, “Get down on the floor, RIGHT NOW.” and “Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”  Marie had no idea why she wanted him to overpower her, but she did.  She wanted it badly.  It excited her more than anything else and it was like a need that nagged at her every day, unrelenting.

When she reached the last page of the book, her hands shook as she grabbed her cell phone.  She quickly texted him what she was looking at and he replied, “Indeed.”  (A word that he knew made her weak.)  He texted again, “Getting any ideas?” and she nodded her head at the question, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to see her response.  She took two pictures with her phone and immediately sent them to him.  He responded positively...that they should try these positions as soon as possible.  Her heart quickened in anticipation of their next meeting.

It was difficult for her to be alone in bed that night, knowing that she wouldn’t be seeing him for days.  She lay there, frustrated and longing for his body to be pressed into hers.   She thought of the way he touched her breasts and sighed, unconsciously lifting up her thin nightgown to expose her breast.  Her fingers caressed her skin slowly, coming to rest on her hard nipple.  She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them - bringing them back to her nipple and rubbed gently.  It felt so good.  She imagined that her fingers were his tongue, licking her and biting her.   As Marie continued touching and pulling at her nipples, she could feel her body responding.   A heavy and unfulfilled feeling.

Her hands gradually traveled from her breast, down her belly and in between her legs.  The skin was smooth, waxed and soft.  And wet.  Warm.  Slippery.  She allowed her knees to open and lightly touched herself on her inner thighs, gently making her way inward.  With two fingers, she began rubbing herself - with each movement, she imagined it was him.  His fingers, his touch.  She pressed a little harder in one spot, her breath becoming shallow and her eyes closing for a moment.   A soft begging sound escaped her lips.   Her fingers were hot and dripping, moving more quickly now.  

Her head shifted from side to side on the pillow as she felt the pressure building.  She pushed two fingers into her pussy, deep and fast.  They felt nothing like his hard cock, but she needed to feel something inside of her, filling her.  After a minute or two, she turned herself over, lay on her belly and moved her fingers to her clit.  Her hand moved up and down more slowly now.  She knew she was going to cum soon.  She pressed harder, her fingers soaked and her breath caught.  She came hard, calling out his name...once, twice...with a cry of relief and pleasure.  She rested her fingers for a moment and then started again, circling her fingers around and around, over and over.  The second time she came, she was more vocal.  She couldn’t help herself.  And, after the third, she was exhausted.   She wanted his body more than ever.

The night finally arrived when she could see him.  

When she opened the door of the hotel room, he looked at her intensely.  As if he had read her mind, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, kissing her forcefully, tasting of coffee.  The feeling was almost indescribable.  His mouth was on hers, sucking on her lower lip and squeezing her breasts with his hands.  His actions were abrupt and deliberate and she had no breath to beg for more...

He brought her to the bed and laid her down gently.  Before she could say anything, he opened her legs and knelt on the floor, placing his lips to her pussy.   The rhythmic movement of his tongue drove her crazy, even more so when he put his fingers deep inside of her, slipping in and out slowly.   Marie could barely think - her entire existence was in this moment - feeling herself cum so many times...not caring about anything else but how good she felt.  Right before she came for the last time, he sucked on her clit...a technique that no one had ever used on her before and, sadly, ever since.  This is something only he did and, later on (months later when they were no longer together), she wished that she could ask him to do it one more time. 

Slowly, he stood up and took off his belt, his pants and his shorts.  She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.  His stiff erection was mesmerizing.  This time, he sat back on the bed and it was her turn.  She lowered her head to him and tasted him lightly.  For some reason, it felt so natural, so perfect to have him in her mouth.  She took his cock as deep and far as she could, lazily bringing her mouth up to the head and back down again.  She never got tired of his taste and the feel of him.  He moaned, touched her hair and told her how good she was.

After a few minutes, he whispered, “Come here.” and she climbed up next to him on the bed.  When he told her to straddle him, she panicked.  Marie’s desire to be adventurous was at odds with her fear...fear of how she might look, of her body being too heavy or if it would be painful or uncomfortable.   Seeing that she was hesitant, he reassured her with soft, kind words and helped her to lower herself gently onto him.  Having his cock so deep inside of her was shocking.  Thrilling.  He moved his hips upwards and kept his hands on her sides.  She moved slowly at first and then he started pushing up harder, faster...forcing her to cum.  The sensation was dizzying and overwhelmingly intense.  She had no idea what sounds she was making or what she looked like but, at that moment, she didn’t care.

Then, he said, “Turn around.”  And, again, she was nervous.  But, it was a position that she had sent him from the book and she wanted to try it.  It was awkward at first - she had no idea where to put her hands - but he told her to balance herself on his legs and she did.  His cock slid in and out of her pussy from this new angle and she loved it.  Each time he shoved himself into her, it felt unbelievable.  It was like a tickle that you couldn’t scratch, teasing you to try harder and harder to satisfy the feeling.   She shook her head from side to side, as if to say no, but her whole body was saying yes.  She thought, ‘Oh god...yes.  Don’t stop.  Please give me more.’

He kept his hands on her hips and Marie moved up and down...fast and then slow.  He told her to touch herself and, at first, she resisted (she was embarrassed)...but he was insistent and she relented.   As he fucked her, she rubbed herself with the rhythm of their bodies and she came...more than once, losing count after a while.  

When he noticed how exhausted her legs were becoming, he told her to turn over.  Marie lay on her back and now he loomed over her.  His strong arms were on either side of her chest.  He looked at her with those blue eyes and an intensity which drove her wild.  He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders.  Her heart was pounding and she looked at him timidly, but with an expectant, hopeful expression.  He eased his cock inside of her...it was achingly stiff and ready.  Pushing her legs forward, he leaned towards her and went deeper.  Each time he pressed forward, she wanted to scream, loud and openly, for it felt like heaven.  But, she didn’t.  She had no idea why this felt so good, but it did.  She didn’t want him to stop.  She wanted it harder, faster.  And he complied.  How he could last so long, she didn’t know, but it was the best sex she’d ever had in her life.  

She wanted him to cum.  She wanted to feel his cum all over her...on her breasts, on her belly, on her lips.  She longed to taste him again.  Slowly, she lowered her legs and pressed her large breasts together.  He slid his beautiful cock between them and she could feel the firm pressure on her breastbone.  She loved the fact that he was kneeling over her and looking down at her with every stroke.  Soon he says, “Do you want me to cum on your tits?  Say it.  Tell me.”   And she does.  He cums hard - slamming his cock towards her face.  Marie could feel his semen running down the sides of her neck - hot and quick - and she loves it.  She rubs the cum on her nipples and on her lips.  He eases himself back on the bed and sighs contentedly.  

Later, when they are lying next to each other, he brings her to him...her breasts against his chest and presses his forehead against hers...kisses her lips.  Never in her life has she trusted someone so completely with her body and felt such physical ecstasy.   She closes her damp, sleepy eyes and her body trembles, her mind reliving the hours they just spent together.  Marie is afraid she is addicted and wonders if there is a cure.  Maybe she can find the answer in another book...