Like a Fox on the Run, стр. 128
It had been so long since he’d tasted her, he wondered if it would still be like the old days. Especially after two kids. Sliding his tongue in between her swollen lips and finding her already wet and ready, he was not to be disappointed. She tasted as delicious as she had in her twenties. He could contain himself no longer. With a rabid fervor, his mouth enclosed around her sex, his tongue eager, seemingly everywhere at once.
The sensation of it drove her wild with ecstasy. Frantic hands gripped the bedsheet, knotting the fabric in her fists, as the pleasure was almost too intense; almost unbearable. Chris had never been much for going downstairs. Actually, Chris had never been much for anything out of the sphere of basic, vanilla, male-dominated intercourse. After years with Tiger, he’d been a major drop off in that department. Tiger was a giving, adventurous lover who believed that lovemaking should be an enjoyable experience for both parties. While she’d always stopped short of calling him a selfish lover, there was no doubt, he had little experience or interest in mutual satisfaction.
Tiger, on the other hand, had always took pride in his prowess as a woman-pleaser. And Lulah had always received his best, no matter the situation. Today, after all these years, with a marriage and kids in between, he would give her everything he had. He would expend every ounce of energy on her.
“Yesss! Yesssss!” she moaned as she felt his mouth on her. She provided resistance, arching her hips, grinding herself against his face. It was as if the friction of their movements were an intent to start a fire, to ignite actual sparks. Her hands moved down to her groin, and she spread herself open for him. The result was instantaneous, the feeling of intensity doubled. His hands slid up her hips, onto her belly, before moving up to her heaving breasts. Squeezing and kneading, he kept his palms pressed hard against the sensitive nipples, never allowing them any respite. She writhed in sensuous agony.
As he sensed her nearing climax, his intensity increased dramatically. His mouth was merciless, unyielding. His tongue fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings, leaving no part of her sex unpleased, before returning to the top to suck greedily at her nub. All the while, she was spiraling deeper and deeper toward an abyss of hedonistic gratification. Somewhere around this point, there was little she could do but hold on as the ground began to give, as if there was a mudslide beneath her feet. Helpless, she felt herself being swept away, a slow gradual descent at first, but steadily building speed, falling free now as she felt the orgasm overwhelm her.
“Damn, Tiger!” she gasped as her head came up off the mattress, the force of the sensation causing her eyes to roll back into her head. How long had it been since she’d been rocked by an orgasm of this magnitude? She couldn’t remember.
But he wasn’t done yet. Sliding up her body, he was atop her now. She was so wet he slid inside her with the greatest of ease. Not that she could’ve prevented it, still caught in the throes of ecstasy. Which was exactly what he wanted. As he began to work in and out feverishly, he fueled the already raging fire, prolonging the powerful orgasm.
“Oh God, baby! That feels good!” she moaned as her feet found his calves, pressing hard against them, “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
There was no danger in that happening. He sat up, nudging her to open herself even wider. When she did, he grabbed her ankles, pulling them up to shoulder height, gripping them tight as he spread them an arms width apart. This allowed him deeper access, and she winced in slight pain. Yet, at the same time, in an erotic way, she found that same hurt arousing. She allowed the slight discomfort to add to her pleasure.
Now that she had an unobstructed view, she raised her head, looking down, wanting to watch him burying himself inside of her. She wanted to make sure this wasn’t just another dream. This needed to be real this time. It had to be. Her last orgasm had finally fizzled out, like the last few whiffs of incense on a midnight breeze. But down inside her chest, she was already feeling the faintest tremors of another, like the first winds of a hurricane forming off the coast of West Africa.
Their initial frenetic energy was now calming, as they slowly settled into a pace that wouldn’t burn them out like a meteor searing through the atmosphere. Neither was in a hurry to expend themselves. It seemed like forever since they’d held one another. Neither wanted it to end prematurely. It’d been too long. Far too long!
She reached up for him, wanting him, needing him. He let go of her feet, moving back down into her eager arms. She pulled his face to hers, her mouth eager for his. His hands went to her head, his thumbs bracing her temples as he held her tenderly, their mouths locked in passionate exploration, their bodies now slowing into a rhythmic, more harmonized pace. The same pace they had once used when they had made love so long ago.
Their eyes met, and Tiger knew, after all this time, he still loved her. Nothing had changed. It had been there all this time, lying dormant. The passing years had done nothing to lessen it. It was as strong as it had ever been. It only took the feel of her body, the touch