Chris Komodo - Getting warmer

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She clutched at his hands again. “No. I don't want to stop.”

“Good.” He kissed her fingers. “I don't want to stop either.” Leaning in, he kissed her lips — soft and teasing. He laid her back on the couch as if she might break. “I'll go slow. Okay?”

Jane nodded. “Okay.”

Nathan cupped one breast between both hands, breathing on the nipple, then flicking it lightly with his thumbs. It was electrifying, sending little shocks of pleasure zinging through her before they pooled between her legs. He licked the stiffening nub and grinned when she bit her lip with a groan.

“You like this?”

“Yes,” she said. “Very much.”

He sucked her breast, humming deep in his throat, and she clung to him. There was a growing ache in her pussy, wet and hot and hungry for Nathan's touch. He turned his attention to her other breast and she whimpered. God, he's good. The hesitation that had been crippling moments earlier was melting quickly, prompted by the heat of his mouth on her skin.

He nibbled his way down her belly until he reached the waistband of her skirt. “Can we take this off now?”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Oh.” A flicker of disappointment dulled his smile.

She hooked her fingers into the fabric and pulled it upward, inch by inch.

“Oh.” His voice was husky. “That's even better.” He shifted, kissed the inside of her knee, then a little higher, following the hem of her skirt as she gradually exposed herself. His breath was warm against her pussy. “May I?”

“Yes.” She tangled her fingers in his hair as he covered her clit with his mouth. His tongue circled the throbbing knot, around and around and around, until she was whining with need. “Nathan, please.”

He responded by thrusting his thumb deep into her aching center as he sucked her clit. She wailed, arching up off the couch and shoving her pussy against his mouth. Holding her tight by the hips, he explored every wet fold with his tongue, curling and thrusting it inside her until she climaxed.

She lay for a minute, trying to catch her breath and enjoying the buzz of nerves still echoing with ecstasy.

Nathan waited, stroking her thighs with his strong fingers, until she collected herself enough to sit up a little. “You like this?” he said with a grin.

She reached for his belt buckle. “Let me show you how much.”

He shifted, moving up the couch to kneel over her. Eagerly, she reached up and undid his zipper. His dick sprang free as he helped her pull his jeans down his hips.

“Oh, wow.” She blushed as soon as she said it, but he was long and thick and stunning.

His grin spread even wider. “It gets better.” He stroked his shaft a couple of times, bringing it even more sharply to attention before he pushed it gently against her lips. The tip was already sticky and she licked him slowly, savoring the salty taste of him. Grasping his hips, she pulled him closer, slid him over her tongue and sucked hungrily.

“Jesus.” He braced against the arm of the couch with one hand, stroking her hair with the other as she began sliding him in and out of her lips. His hips rocked, slow at first, then matching her rhythm 'til her mouth was gliding up and down his cock. Jane moaned and he shuddered, then pulled away with a chuckle. “Don't want to finish early.”

She wanted, more than anything, to feel his delicious cock spreading her pussy and she reached for him. “Nathan.”

“ Now?”she asked.

“Yes.” He turned her onto her belly, giving her tits an affectionate squeeze as he positioned himself behind her.

Jane spread her knees as far as she could given the width of the couch and waited. She was almost panting with desire, eyes half-closed in anticipation of having him inside her. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds, slowly working his way into her pussy. She tried to push back against him but he held her by the hips, forcing her to take him slowly.

“Please.” She knotted her fingers around the edge of the cushion.

“You wanted to take things slow.” There was laughter in his voice.

“Nathan.” She wriggled, hands flexing, toes uncurling, desperate to feel all of him.

“Huh.” He drove into her and she mewled. Perfect. He filled her completely, stretching her fantastically tight. With every thrust she moaned, delirious with the pleasure hammering through every nerve.

Nathan grunted sharply as her pussy clenched tight around him. He shoved hard and moaned — once, twice — then pulled out slowly, almost reluctantly, and collapsed on the couch next to her.

Jane gulped for air, her heart still pounding. Nathan put his arms around her, pulling her snugly against the rough warmth of his chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Just thinking.” She paused, eyes sliding closed as another blissful aftershock ran through her.

“Thinking?”

“Topping this on the second date is going to be tough.”

“Cass, are you insane?”

“Of course,” I said. “But what has that got to do with anything?”

“We're going to get caught,” he said. Rick wasn't familiar with the stage, and he stumbled in the near darkness. Only a few of the emergency lights were on. I had been working the stage crew for most of the summer, and nine tenths of my job took place in total darkness, or with the aid of a tiny penlight. I carried it in my pocket all the time, along with my wrench. My job, among other things, included being a Wrench Wench; my tools were tied onto my belt loop with a six foot length of heavy-duty cord. There was nothing more annoying than getting pegged with tools that dropped from the heavens.

“ So what?” I said. Wasn't that part of the excitement? The possibility always existed of getting caught. “Isn't it thrilling?”

“You are insane.” It was no longer a question.

“Old news, my dear,” I said. With one hand, I flicked on half a dozen stage lights. “You knew what I was when you picked me up.”

“So you say, Cass,” Rick said. “I still think you're a master of disguise. I thought you were a normal girl.”

“Bah… what do you want with normal? Normal girls don’t have sex in the back row of a movie theater.”

“That was a really boring movie.”

“ It was good sex.”

“True.”

Rick squinted at the stage. He hadn't been here since I gave him the grand tour near the end of May; in the last six weeks, the stage-crafting crew and I had been busy. Then, there was little in place except for some scaffolding and a blank flat or two to give the actors some idea of their blocking. Now the entire set was in place and most of the scenery was dressed for the final act of Midsummer Night's Dream. The group wedding scenes were predominately white, with only faint reminders of the fairy gardens. Giant crepe and cloth flowers bedecked the multi-tiered platforms. A smattering of Christmas lights appeared as tiny tinker bell type fairies among the blossoms. I turned these on; they were my idea based on something I’d seen in a behind-the-scenes for a blockbuster movie.

A few of the flats were down, breaking the stage into the midnight garden, but my best work, Oberon’s court, was still up in the lines. That was too bad, I rather liked that painting. Maybe we'd be able to see it better from where we were headed.

“Come on,” I grabbed hold of the ladder and started climbing. I wasn't wearing underwear under my skirt and Rick knew it. I felt the heat of his gaze on me as he watched me climb the entire forty feet up into the flylines. My high-heeled Mary Janes were unexpectedly helpful as I was clambering up the rungs; the indent between heel and toe of the shoe allowed me to place my feet with great precision.