There was nothing hurried about the way he focused on licking and sucking first one nipple and then the other, and I tried to relax and enjoy the sensual collision of his desire and my need. I reached down and pulled up on the hem of his T-shirt, and he quickly pulled it off, exposing his broad, hairless chest, and I leaned forward to taste his skin. It was smooth and salty and I heard a low groan escape his lips as I left a reciprocal path of fire from one shoulder to the other.
Brian grasped a fistful of my hair and pulled down so that I was forced to look up into his deep blue eyes before he crushed his lips against mine as we tried to release our desire into each other’s mouths. Our tongues probed between each other’s lips as they touched and tangled in a passionate dance that only served to heighten our need. I moaned as I forced my tongue between his lips, and I grabbed one of his hands and tried to force it between my legs. He chuckled into my lips as he pulled his hand back and continued stroking my breasts.
“Why not?” I asked in a raspy voice, full of desire.
“Because I don’t think you want it enough,” he whispered into my chest before he returned to sucking one of my engorged nipples.
“What in the hell does that mean?” I moaned. “How much more do I have to want it?”
“A whole lot more,” he replied quietly. “I want you to beg for what you want. I want it to be the only thing you can think of; the only thing your mind can focus on.”
“How do you know it isn’t already?” I asked in desperate voice.
“Because you’re still talking to me,” he smiled as he returned to the task of torturing my breasts. I groaned as he sucked harder, and then let out a small scream as he lightly bit down on the skin surrounding my swollen nipple. It hurt, and yet the pain coursed through my body in waves of pleasure that I’d never felt before. I felt weak, so when Brian stood up and scooped me off of the couch and carried me to the bed, I was powerless to resist.
He laid me gently on the mattress and set about removing the rest of my clothing before he sat back and let his eyes wander over my exposed body. He’d heightened my desire to such a level that I didn’t feel any shame or embarrassment as he sat staring at me before reaching out and touching my skin. He ran his fingers lightly down my body from my head to my toes and then back up again. The featherlike touch sent shivers up my spine, causing me to raise my hips to try and direct his fingers to touch the aching place between my thighs. What I wanted most was to feel him sink into the wet, velvety folds and stroke my inner walls with his strong, thick cock, but he resisted all of my attempts to find relief.
Instead, he bent over me and lightly kissed my lips before he began to trail his tongue across the tops of my shoulders.
It was agonizing the way he teased and then stopped to watch my face, and although I cried and begged him to take me, he made it clear that the rhythm and timing of his slow descent was his and his alone. He had lost himself in the pleasure of exploring my body and I was helpless to stop him. The stroking fingers, the light caress of his lips, the pain followed by pleasure all combined to drive me to the outer edges of my own desire, and by the time he’d descended to the cleft between my legs, I’d ceased to notice exactly where he was giving me pleasure, and when he slipped his fingers between my engorged lower lips and splayed them open so that he could dip his tongue into my wetness, I thought I would lose consciousness.
“Oh God,” I groaned as my hips bucked upward of their own volition. “Oh God! Oh God, yes!”
Brian moved his hands to the sides of my hips so that he could hold me down against the mattress, but his mouth stayed glued to the mound between my legs and his tongue never ceased its firm probing of the folds that were now so wet and engorged that I cried out for relief. He ran his tongue from top to bottom, stopping only to tease my swollen clit with firm, sweeping strokes before moving lower and probing the tight opening that was now dripping moisture onto the bed. There was no stopping him, so I buried my fingers in his hair and begged him not to stop as I drove my hips upward to meet his mouth.
Soon he let go of one of my hips, and knitting three fingers of his right hand together, he began to work the knobby knot into my slick wet opening. I could feel his thick fingers pushing up inside me as he continued to bathe my clit with his tongue, and the sensation forced moan after moan from my lips. I heard myself saying things I’d never said to anyone before; begging and bargaining as I arched my back and thrust my hips up to meet his fingers, but he would withdraw and continue to keep me hanging on the edge of orgasm.
“Brian! Brian! Please!” I pleaded in a voice hoarse from what felt like hours of begging. “I need to cum! I need it! I need it!”
“You need it, do you?” he asked with a smile as he lifted his head and looked up at me. I was wild-eyed and desperate as I nodded frantically, my hips pulsing against his hand, my fingers still buried in his hair, and as he watched me desperately trying to satisfy the overwhelming need he’d created, he smiled. “I can see that you want it, but do you really need it?”
His question pushed me over the edge, and I burst into frustrated tears as I cried, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I need it!” and as he watched me crying and begging for what I needed, Brian pressed down on my clit with the thumb of the hand he had nearly buried in my pussy, and I rocked against it.
I didn’t even notice that he’d used his free hand to undo his jeans and pull out his completely swollen cock until he had pulled his fingers from me and positioned his shaft between my legs as he began pressing the tip into my opening. I was so wet that it didn’t take much for him to slide inside, and when I felt his cock filling me, I wrapped my arms tightly around him and arched my back to push my hips against his as I tried to drive him deeper.
Brian reached underneath me and grabbed my ass as he slowly pulled his cock back so that only the tip was still inside me before he plunged back in, filling me with his rigid shaft. He did this a few times before he began to stroke my G-spot with the tip of his cock. I could feel him pulling back just enough to be able to quickly push back in over and over, making me moan and beg him for release. He smiled as he bent down and kissed my lips softly before thrusting up into me again.
My arousal was so intense that I couldn’t catch my breath, and I gripped Brian’s upper arms as I tried to force him deeper and deeper. He smiled as he reached up and brushed stray tendrils of hair from my face before he covered my cheeks in soft kisses. I couldn’t stand the agony of waiting, and I heard myself begging him over and over to take me; to make me cum. For a moment, he stopped and looked deep into my eyes and waited for me to reach the edge with him. He watched me as I writhed beneath him, looking for relief in the pressure I felt as our bodies moved together.
Brian slipped a hand between us, and as he began to increase the tempo of his thrusts, he also strummed out a beat on my engorged clit that dragged a low moan from my lips. I felt myself falling over the edge of orgasm only seconds before he groaned as he began to pulse deep inside me and fill me with his warm, thick cum. He collapsed on top of me, pressing his lips to mine as I bore the full weight of his body. It felt safe and warm, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him against me as we lay in silence.
*****
Before long, Brian rolled to one side and pulled me against him wrapping one arm across my body. He was warm and strong, and as I lay pressed against his chest, I could hear his heart beating steadily. There was something comforting and familiar about him, and as I lay in his arms, I drowsily drifted toward sleep.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I heard the ding of my phone letting me know that an email had been deposited in my inbox. I rolled over and peeked at the lighted screen to see that the message was a reminder that I was supposed to be at a meeting of the Campus Peace Activists the next morning. I was excited about the meeting because I’d been elected president the week before, after a long and contentious campaign. I wanted to share my excitement, so I rolled back over and looked up at Brian, who looked like he was napping.
“What’s going on?” he asked without opening his eyes.
“I’ve got a meeting I need to be at in the morning,” I replied.
“Not another fraternity-related event, I hope,” he smiled, still not opening his eyes.
“No, this is an early morning meeting and those don’t get going until well after sundown,” I deadpanned, then said, “I need to go to my CPA meeting across campus.”
“I did not know you were an accountant,” he said.
“I’m not, silly! It’s the Campus Peace Activist group, I’m the president and I need to be there,” I replied.