Author: Kaithel Category: Romance

Continued…

Elsa couldn’t control her breathing. She felt like she was running a marathon, with her breath coming in quick gasps, with each delicate, tortuous swirl of Mark’s tongue. Suddenly, he took her entire nipple into his mouth at once, and she was overwhelmed by the steamy wetness of his mouth. At the exact same time, his callused hand found her other nipple, squeezing it hard. Almost in disbelief, she cried out loud, bucking her hips as a convulsive wave of pleasure began to sweep through her. And suddenly he was against her, his chest warm and crushed against hers, his cock rubbing between her thighs through the jeans, helping her finish. She staggered, unable to support herself as the sensation crested, and they slid to the carpet together. Shuddering, she whispered,

“See, I knew we’d be better off in here with the wall-to-wall carpet…”

Mark snorted in laughter, and reached over to kiss her. It was a good kiss, full on the lips, and the sound of their lips moving together was good, too. They stayed there like that, simply kissing, for a few minutes, while she came back to herself. His hands began roving again, this time not shy. They prowled over her breasts, fondling and rubbing the nipples, and Elsa’s body responded immediately. Her whole body was flushed. She could sense the urgency in his stroking hands, and she reached for him, pulling them closer together, and sliding her hand up under his shirt. His wiry frame felt just right under her small fingers, warm and smooth. She ran her hand up to his chest, feeling the soft hair there. She slid a fingertip over his nipple, and smiled into his kiss when his muscles tightened in response.

Out of the blue, Elsa was filled with a vast need to speed things up, to reach a different level of intimacy. She pushed him over, and grabbed his pants by the waist. He always wore them loose; she kept telling him he looked like a 16-year old, with his jeans hanging off his hips, and his boxer shorts sticking out of the top. So she just pulled them down, jeans and boxers together. He kicked frantically to get his shoes and socks off too, and suddenly he was lying there half naked in front of her, his cock hard and lying up against his belly. Impulsive, she leaned right over and took him deep into her mouth. He let out a strangled gasp, and twisted underneath her. This wasn’t something she was very familiar with. She lifted her mouth off, and looked at his wet cock. She wrapped her hand around it, and felt it’s heat and hardness. She slid her hand up to the top, sliding smoothly with her saliva. She did so slowly again and looked at Mark’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he looked like he wouldn’t be able to take much of this at all. She felt a flash of arousal, and perhaps a hint of pride at what she was doing to him. She slid her hand all the way to the top, traced around the tip, and back down again, and his head tossed from side to side. She flicked her tongue out and licked around the tip of his cock, trying to apply the pressure evenly, which was challenging with him moving around so much. She dipped down again and took him into her mouth. He was warm, almost salty, and she could smell the musky, not unpleasant odor of his sweat. She bobbed her head up and down slightly, being careful not to nip him. Mark groaned her name. With just the tip of his cock in her mouth, she stroked him up and down with one hand, the other finding his warm balls and stroking them gently. Every so often she would swallow him deeper and then go back to using her hands and mouth together. She could feel his balls getting tighter against his body. She couldn’t believe she was enjoying this so much. She couldn’t understand why she had never enjoyed it before. Mark was in ecstasy, twisting beneath her. She couldn’t believe how hot it was making her to make Mark feel like this.

Mark reached down and grabbed her shoulders. “No, Elsie, no. Please stop, I want to be inside of you!” Elsie realized that that was precisely what she wanted too. She let him slide out from her mouth and caught her breath. They stood up, and Elsa undid her jeans, Mark anxiously helping her to slide them off. Her panties too, as wet as she had expected. Most times they had sex in the evenings, she took a shower beforehand, self-conscious about her body. She motioned upstairs towards the bathroom, and headed for the stairs.

Mark came after her, but instead of heading for the bathroom, he tackled her from behind, dragging her giggling to the carpet three steps from the top. She could feel his warmth on top of her, and his cock slid along her thighs and up between her legs. She gasped and cried out as he found the right spot, and she was so wet that he slipped right inside her, pressing up behind her in a way they had never done before. Her breath caught. It was a wildly different sensation, and she was nearly frozen by it. He slid out, and back in again, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Her hands gripped the carpet, and she shifted to make it easier for him. Mark’s breathing was sharp behind her, and he pushed back into her as far as he could go. It wasn’t as deep as when he was on top of her, but it felt so different. She could feel how hard he was each time he slid in and out of her – was he always this hard? – and his hands slid from her waist and caressed her buttocks. His strokes grew more insistent, and her breasts rubbed roughly against the carpet fibers. She could feel the heat building inside of her too, and pushed back with her hips.

Suddenly, Elsa needed to see him: her husband, her lover, the person with whom she was going to spend her life. She squirmed out from under him and made it to the top of the stairs. She pulled him down on top of her, reaching between their legs to guide him inside of her. She watched his face as she did so. His look was intense as he pushed in as far as he could go. So deep, this way. He was filling her all the way up, and suddenly, she felt a rush of joy. She felt vibrant and full of life. Her life wasn’t empty after all, she realized, and she gasped as he began stroking his cock into her, his thighs and torso making pleasant friction along her body. They slid together slickly, sweaty with passion, and she felt the wave begin to come.

“Oh, Elsie,” he moaned, leaning in close to place his lips on hers. His pace slowed and quickened, teasing her, encouraging her. He pulled out all the way, then teasingly dipped back in, just a little. Then back out again, and she could feel herself getting so close. He pulled out again, then kissed her hard, pushing himself into her to the hilt. His breathing quickened more and he sped up. Just a few more strokes . . . and the wave came crashing over both of them. She was coming hard, spasming around his cock as she felt him come deep inside of her. Every nerve in her body seemed on fire, and she cried out for the sheer joy of it. She could feel every inch of him pulsing, spurting inside of her as he shouted out her name. He kept pushing inside of her, sliding together with her, gradually slowing down, until he collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. His weight was pleasant, comforting, not crushing. She stroked his close-cropped hair and crooned quietly to him as they waited for the world to slow down again.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes again, her heart rate back to normal. She and her husband looked at each other.

“You know it will be alright, Elsie,” he whispered, “somehow, it will work out.”

She smiled at him and tousled his hair.

“I know, Mark. I know.”