Back With Nadine

The soft warmth of her mouth grinds softly against mine and without thinking about it my hand snakes up inside her dressing gown, wriggling itself into a woollen hot house of smooth flesh and intimate humidity. I cup one of her breasts in my palm and begin to stroke and pinch the nipple between my fingers and thumb. It becomes hard almost immediately and I hear a quiet groan come from the back of Nadine’s throat. Her buttocks begin to push and rub against my crotch and I feel her hand slide downwards until it’s pressing down hard onto my zipper. I gasp sharply. I feel painfully hard.

My whole body erupts in heat prickles and my scalp tingles with the living energy of it. I remove my hand from her breast and apply it instead to the hem of her dressing gown, yanking it up over her thighs, exposing the warm smells of her legs. Nadine’s breath comes in coarse pants and sighs as she roughly pulls open the belt at her waist and begins to wriggle her shoulders free of the garment. All I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears. I push the dressing gown off and away from her like its presence is distasteful. My eyes suck at the swollen mounds of her breasts, the gentle curve of her belly and the tempting darkness between her legs.

“I want to fuck you.” My voice sounds hard and gruff. Sullen. Almost angry.

Nadine doesn’t seem to notice. “Yes.” She runs her own eyes over me, undressing me with each look. Her hand reaches out to me but I keep myself just out of reach. Nevertheless it’s a spur to action and I pull my T-shirt up and over my head and throw it onto the floor. I wrench open my belt and haul my trousers and boxers down in one movement. I slip my socks off too and leave them to fall wherever they want. It feels good to be naked. My skin is tingling and gently irritated like it’s being brushed with hundreds of feathers.

“God Leon, I want you... it's been too long...” Her voice sounds low and moist.

I kneel on the sofa before her and with a firm movement open her legs. I bend down and begin to lap my tongue roughly against the soft folds of her sex. She gasps, though with shock or pleasure I’m not sure. My heart is pounding painfully in my chest, driving me on. The thought of a gentle build up is totally beyond me. My need is far too urgent. I begin to finger her as my tongue flicks against her lips, fucking her with my hand quickly and hard, stabbing two fingers up inside her and flexing them slightly as they ease into the core of her wetness. They slide out wet and glistening and I lick them dry only to drive them further in again, deeper and harder.

Nadine grinds against me, her hips carving slow crescents against my face and skull. I lick deeper, more hungrily, for a mad instant entertaining the idea of immersing my whole face inside her. Her thighs muffle my hearing but I can hear inhuman moans and gasps coming from the back of Nadine’s throat.

I push my hands upward passed her hips, upwards and on, and gain new purchases on the hardening centres of her breasts, moulding and squeezing them in ferocious, grunting abandon. I knead them without finesse; pinching them and pressing them against my palms. All I can think about is taking my pleasure from her, satisfying my own lust. A stream of unintelligible rhythmic groans are pouring from Nadine’s open mouth. “Aaah... aaah... aaah...” They feel like an external counterpoint to the raging pulse inside my head. All I want to do is fuck myself deep within her. To be bathed in her dark hotness. To fill her up. To fill her up with me.

I haul myself up and over her. I’m aware that she gives me a shy smile but I ignore it, burying my face in her breasts, sucking and biting the nipples. She arches her back up into me and snakes her arms around my neck and shoulders. I feel her thighs open and flex, accommodating the weight of my hips as they sink down upon her. She whimpers as I suck one of her tits furiously, brushing the nipple top with my rigid tongue. With a little shifting we’re lined up and I feel my cock sink deep within her without any resistance. She feels incredibly wet. She moans once – loud and long – and then begins to grind against me, enveloping me with moving hotness.

I pull my head back to look down at her. She looks dreamy eyed and flushed. Beautiful. So beautiful. I begin to fuck her. Deep, steady thrusts. Her breasts jolt enticingly as I slam my hips down into her and roll languorously over her rib cage. I notice how red and swollen they are; the soft flesh streaked and spotted with dark blotches. A clumsy tessellation of finger marks and small bruises. She’s whimpering as my hands paw and tug at her tits, grabbing them hard between my fingertips. I hear her sob hysterically as I pin her legs wide against the sides of the sofa and use my entire body weight to drive my erect penis deep inside her. I feel it slide up into her cunt impossibly slowly. A monstrous machine of pink flesh, slick and moist. She expels the breath from her lungs in an odd high pitched whistle, her eyes widening, locking onto my face. I begin to thrash my hips against her, a savage pendulum of jerking pulses. Her entire body jolts upwards as I thrust up into her and I see her breasts swing and ripple against his chest.

I give her a quick smile and shift my weight slightly and shudder with the pleasure of it. I close my eyes, breath deeply and then begin to buck my hips against her once more. Her hands lock behind my neck and she resumes her rhythmic gasping as I slide in and out of her. She feels incredible. Like being gripped by liquid fire. I quicken the pace slightly and lean even further over her, driving myself in deeper, intensifying the angle.

I hear her mutter, “Yes, oh yes...” and her hands reach down the length of my back and start to claw at my buttocks. She squeezes them tight, drawing blood and pulls me deep within her. Her whole body is jolting, a bodily pulse of desire. I stab myself deeper and deeper into her. She’s talking dirty to me, telling me to come in her mouth, over her tits, to fill her up, she wants to be deluged in my spunk. I howl as I fuck her. My entire body pistoning hugely against her groin, slapping into her desperate, greedy flesh with a noise that moistens the air. The clapping of flesh against flesh, the slick sliding in of it, the awful gurgles of wetness... Nadine’s voice is even louder now, telling me how big I am, how she wants all of it, how she wants more, how it's hurting her and it feels so good... There’s a huge roar as I come and Nadine screams, wide eyed and ecstatic as my penis jerks spastically into her gripping wetness. As Nadine works to squeeze every last drop up inside of my hands start to move and rub up over her body... feasting on more of her flesh, rubbing and squeezing, moulding the flushed curves of her breasts into grotesquely swollen moons and peaks, brutally fingering the moist cavity between her legs, squeezing myself deeper into her oily hotness...

Hotness. My groin feels soaking wet. I feel like I’m not ever going to stop coming. Nadine’s nails are dug deep into my buttocks and her voice is one long strangulated moan of pleasure. I feel her cunt muscles jerk and constrict around me – it’s almost painful – and I know that she’s come too.

It's complicated to have her back but God is it good...