Madame B - Ecstasy

Eventually, exhausted, I collapsed onto a daybed by a vast window, while the others continued. David sat down next to me, and with one finger wiped the beads of sweat off my upper lip, then slid his finger in between my lips. Suddenly, all the confidence I had felt on the dance floor evaporated. I was nervous and shaking again.

"Look at you," he said, stroking my long hair, and skimming my breasts through the curtain of tresses.

"You're beautiful. Like a young Nico or Marianne Faith-full." I let out a giggle, but, because his finger was on my lip, it came out as a gurgle. I blushed. No one had ever reduced me to a babbling fool like this before. Undeterred, he bent down and kissed me. It started soft and dry, and then he slipped his tongue between my lips. He began exploring and gently nibbling at my mouth, probing, wanting to know me. I felt my body turn itself inside out with a twist of desire that took me so forcefully I was no longer sure I knew myself.

David let out a low moan. "I could be hard and inside you now," and with an expert movement, he slid his hand between my legs, his fingers exploring as deftly as his tongue had. I was shocked, not just because I'd never heard a guy voice his desires so explicitly before but also by how wet my pussy was. I'd never felt like this before.

Things were moving way too fast for me. As David's fingers parted my pussy lips, he slid his thumb inside, hitting a tender spot no one had ever touched. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

"Charlie-girl," he whispered, "don't tell me a chick who looks like you has never been…" He didn't finish his sentence, and he drew away from me, ending our kiss, leaving me relieved and frustrated all at the same time. He laid me down on his lap and stroked my hair. "We're going to be amazing together, Charlie-girl," he said.

The next thing I knew, it was morning. I woke up, blinking in the harsh city sunshine. Eyes dry, mascara smeared, I saw that everyone had gone home. When I looked up, David was standing over me, covered in paint.

"I worked while you slept," he said. "You've inspired me. Want some coffee, Charlie-girl?"

"I'd love some," I said, hoping I didn't look too awful.

He brought the coffee and sank onto the sofa with me. "I'm always frank, Charlie," he said. "I want you so much it's killing me, but I don't want to rush things with you. I need to know if you're a virgin."

I nodded-what was the point of lying?-bowing my head so that I could hide my eyes behind my fringe.

"In that case, you're lucky," said David, and there was glee in his voice. "You never have to have sex with some awful boy. I'm going to make you a woman today."

He kissed me again, the dark stubble of his chin scuffing my lips. He tasted of fresh coffee and smelled of turpentine, and the hands that slid under my dress and into my panties were flecked with paint. I kissed him back urgently, growing more confident and passionate by the second. Minutes later, I came up for air. David took one look at my face, exclaimed, "Oh, poor baby!" and immediately vanished.

Mystified, I wondered what I had done to make him leave so suddenly. He reappeared after a couple of minutes, having shaved off his dark goatee of stubble. "Your skin is rose-petal soft," he murmured into my neck. "I couldn't bear to rough you up. Well, not yet," he said, and we both laughed. He fell on me. Once again his hands were under my minidress, hooking the panties that tied at the sides, sliding up and down my inner thighs but not quite touching me there, even as he pulled my panties over my boots and threw them on the floor. Next, he whipped my dress over my head in one movement. Now I was naked but for my suede knee-high boots, and David was clad in a black T-shirt and jeans. I'd gone braless, as usual, and hoped my small breasts wouldn't be a disappointment. "Oh, Christ," moaned David, as one large hand traveled all over the front of my body. "You're like a rosebud, a fresh oyster. I don't know whether to paint you or fuck you."

I knew what I wanted and gave him my answer by making a grab for his belt. Just like whenever I heard music, my body was taking over, and I could hardly be held responsible for what would happen from this moment on. He removed his top, and I gasped at the body that hovered over mine. He was thin but toned, every inch of his body defined by ripples of muscle and covered in fine, dark hair that made him look even more masculine and intense. Writhing under his touch, I somehow managed to undo his buckle and thread his black leather belt through the loops of his jeans. I could already see his erection straining against the restrictive tight black denim, and as I unbuttoned his fly, we were both trembling. He slithered out of his jeans like a snake, and his cock was magnificent: smooth, the same pale biscuit color as the rest of him, and trembling with anticipation.

David knelt over me, sliding his hands over my hips and ribs, massaging and squeezing my tits until, I swear, they swelled to twice their normal size. Then he worked on my legs, kissing my inner thighs, working his way up toward my damp blond bush. I wanted to cry out, but I didn't know the words to sum up these new feelings. I knew that I wanted something, but it was something I'd never experienced before, so how could I voice it?

He parted my legs. "Now that's a very pretty picture," he sighed, his breath a warm zephyr on my skin, "so pink and wet," and in the next second, that long pink tongue went to work on my clitoris, moving softly and smoothly around, tracing tiny circles, making me scream and clutch at his hair as my desire mounted.

"I think you're ready for me, Charlie-girl," David said. Breathlessly, I nodded, and spread my legs as far as I could, my dancer's flexibility serving me well. With one finger he used the juices from my pussy to smoothly circle my clit. He propped himself up on one lean, muscular arm, hovered over me, looked down at my face, and with a split second of short, sharp pain, he entered me. The feeling of pain was immediately overridden by one of satisfaction the like of which I'd never known before. So this is what it's like to be fucked, I thought, as David drove his cock into me, filling me up again, and again, and again, pulling out to penetrate me all over again. I dug my fingers into his butt cheeks, driving him deeper and deeper and deeper, feeling the length of him inside me. The base of his dick was right where I needed it, rubbing away at my clit. I could feel something delicious bubbling up inside me. All the while he was penetrating me, he was kissing me deeply in that intense, urgent, stop-and-start way he had, drawing away, sometimes to check the expression on my face, occasionally to pull at my nipples or take an entire tit in his sensual mouth. I closed my eyes, dizzy with pleasure, letting my body dance under David's touch. My orgasm, when it came, was my first, a swelling, followed by an eruption that made me cry out in pleasure and surprise. Shocked that my body was capable of something so intense, I lay beneath David, still pulsing with the aftershock of my climax. How had I lived without this for so long?

"I've made you mine, Charlie-girl," said David, "and now I'm going to paint you." He withdrew from me, his proud erection twitching, then submitting to the spasm of climax as he shot his spunk all over my tits, cooling my skin, which was still on fire. I began to massage his white milk into me like body lotion, breathing in the fresh but unfamiliar smell of it, working it down my tender flesh until it remained, glistening in my bush. I wanted to absorb David through my skin. He rolled around to my side and curved around me in a fetal position, wrapped around my waist. We lay there, neither of us speaking, David occasionally leaning into my body to inhale my skin, scent-marked with his come.