Just Desserts. Ashley Lister

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      He kept his tongue against her sex until another surge of relief rushed through her body. This one wasn’t quite as powerful as the first but it was strong enough to make her push him away.

      He stared up at her, his blue eyes shining brightly in the darkness. His grin moistened by the wetness of her release.

      ‘Was that too much for you?’ he asked.

      She propped herself up on an elbow and stared down at him. It took an effort because her muscles felt too weak to support her after the excess of her climax. But she was determined to appear as casual about this liaison as he was.

      ‘That was good for a start,’ she told him. ‘But I think I need more.’

      ‘More?’

      He had a pair of fingers against her sex as he shifted up the bed and lay against her side. He stroked his free hand over the stiffness of her nipples and then cupped, squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She could taste her own wetness on his kisses and the flavour only served to excite her. The fingers on her sex had slid on either side of her clitoris and he lightly pulled and stretched at her flesh.

      His kisses had been a powerful stimulant but this was far more intense.

      Trudy pushed herself against his mouth, eager to let him know how much she was enjoying their passion and determined to give him the same satisfaction that he was bestowing on her. She didn’t know where he had learned the technique to touch her so intimately but she was amazed by how swiftly he was able to take her to another rush of pleasure.

      The inner muscles of her sex ached from excessive stimulation. Her sex and upper thighs felt sticky and sodden from the release of so many orgasms. And she knew there was still more to come.

      ‘My turn,’ she told him.

      He arched a questioning eyebrow.

      She pulled herself from beneath him and forced him to lie flat on the bed.

      He did as she asked, grudgingly but without complaint.

      She placed herself over him, kissing his face, then his chest and then moving her mouth down to his hardness. When she licked his length, another quiver of arousal bristled through her body. When she dared to take him in her mouth, and then stared up at him whilst her lips were being stretched by his girth, she could see he was sharing her heightened excitement.

      Trudy kept him there for a moment, savouring the taste of him and lightly running her tongue over the rounded shape of his end. It was only when he slid his fingers into her hair, and curled one hand so that he was gripping her tight, that she pulled herself away from him. Her smile remained fixed and polite as she eased his fingers from their grip on her blonde locks. Even though she was shaking her head, she could see that he wasn’t offended by her resisting his control.

      She straddled him easily.

      He was hard, and moistened with her saliva, and slipped effortlessly into her sex. Her inner muscles were pushed forcefully apart as she took him deep into her wetness. Trudy had thought before that her excitement was reaching new levels of euphoria. And, whilst the sensation of his mouth against her sex had been good, this experience was far more satisfying.

      She was on her knees and sitting over him, easing herself gently up and down with a slow, mechanical rhythm. She allowed as much of him as possible to slip from her confines, before firmly and deliberately pushing herself back down on him.

      He rushed smoothly into her.

      He stiffened on the bed and stared up in amazement.

      ‘That feels good.’

      ‘It’s about to feel better,’ she promised.

      Without waiting for a response she shifted from sitting on him to squatting over him. Without the barrier of her thighs from the previous position she discovered she could get more of him inside. His shaft, already satisfying in length, was now pushing so deeply into her that she felt the prospect of another climax building in her loins.

      When she pressed down hard against him her clitoris was teased by the harsh scrub of his pubic curls. Her arousal accelerated to another level. She held him there for an instant, thrilling to the fact that she could feel the pulse of his arousal so deep inside her sex. And then she was pulling herself away from him and gliding easily up his slippery length.

      He murmured sweet words of affection.

      She clenched her teeth and said nothing as she rode slowly and deliberately up and down. She had her hands on his chest to steady her balance. Accidentally, her nails clawed at his skin. She occasionally pulled chest hairs from their follicles but he didn’t complain and she didn’t care.

      She knew, when the explosion of his climax came, it would likely be enough to send another thrill of release through her body.

      Working more swiftly, battling against the strain of the muscles in her thighs, and congratulating herself for exercising so regularly so that her quads were able to cope with this level of exertion, she squeezed herself tight around him.

      He groaned.

      She sighed, grateful she had managed to force some response from him. And then she pushed herself firmly on to him and squeezed again.

      Whatever effort of willpower he had been using to resist his climax was finally beaten. She could feel the slick hot jet of his orgasm throbbing inside her. He pulled her tightly into his embrace and kissed her mouth as his length continued to throb and shiver. Her own orgasm felt equally powerful. Although she’d been trying to keep her inner muscles squeezed tight around him, the exhilaration of the climax was so severe she lost control. Pleasure surged through her body and she collapsed against his kisses as their bodies bucked and shivered together in wet satisfaction.

      Trudy didn’t know if she had passed out from the experience or had simply drifted into a state of euphoric bliss, but she was aware of awakening on his chest and being graced by his smile.

      His dwindling length remained inside her.

      She could feel the thump of their heartbeats pounding in unison. Smiling down at him she kissed him lightly on the mouth and said, ‘Thank you, Mr Hart.’

       4

      The studio lights were harsh on Nicola’s pastry. They were so bright they bleached the golden-brown colour from the blintz’s shell and made it appear pale and undercooked. When Carlos Fielding cut into a corner of the blintz, breaking easily through the layers of puff pastry and securing himself a mixture of steaming apples, seasoned with cheese and cinnamon, the dessert still looked too pale to be really appetising.

      Fielding seemed untroubled.

      He winked at Nicola as he raised the forkful to his mouth.

      Nicola watched him with breathless expectation.

      Fielding had the dessert in his mouth for less than ten seconds before he spat it out. He was shaking his СКАЧАТЬ