J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

Brian led her to it and sat down, holding her slender body between his legs. “I’ve really been looking forward to this,” he murmured, as his hands touched her thighs under her skirt.

You and me both, buster! she thought, but said nothing. She could feel tears come to her eyes—tears of joy and anticipation.

He brought her closer letting his hands roam more possessively over her body. She wanted to strip right now and jump naked into the bed, let Brian crush her with his body.

He reached up and brought her head down so he could kiss her again. She pressed hard against him, letting her body telegraph her urgency.

Brian unzipped her skirt and let it fall away. He pulled away for a moment and grinned at her lightning bolt. “This is so cool,” he said.

“You like?”

“Oh, yeah. My little electric girl.” He spun her around and let her fall onto the bed. In seconds, he’d dived down to her wet slit, lapping greedily.

Suzanne swooned and spread her legs for him. Her blouse suddenly seemed too hot for her so she unbuttoned it and let the sides fall apart, exposing her breasts.

Brian gently licked at her, causing her clitoris to swell. In minutes, she could feel a powerful orgasm developing. She closed her eyes and lost herself in it.

“Oh, god! Oh my god!” she cried as the sensation peaked within her. All other thoughts disappeared from her mind. She had become a sexual beast, good only for orgasms.

She watched as Brian removed his clothes. She had been waiting for this moment forever. He peeled off his shirt, revealing a well-toned stomach and chest. It was better than she had hoped. She held her breath as he unzipped his pants. She heard a building crescendo in her head as his cock sprang free. It was perfect. Not too big, not too small. The music in her head swelled along with his cock.

He caught her looking at his groin. “You like?”

“Oh yes. It’s perfect.” She reached out to gently grasp it in her right hand. It pulsed in her fingers.

Brian moved up over her. He stopped to taste her nipples. Every touch electrified her, every thought was about his cock and how it would feel inside her. Her nipples ached. She could feel it in her clit too.

He leaned in close to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered.

Yes! Yes! her id shouted. Her ego was more practical. “Put on a condom,” she said.

Brian paused to slip one on over his turgid cock. She opened herself even more, fearing nothing now. She had been waiting for this for a long time. All her doubts, all Wendy’s concerns, evaporated. She was a vessel, waiting to be filled.

Brian’s cock slipped into her easily, as if was meant to be there. Her pussy grasped at him, pulled him in. Her mouth fell open the sensations were almost too much to bear.

“Yesss,” she breathed. She could tell the orgasm she had attained when he tongued her was only a precursor for what was to come, like a tiny shock before the big earthquake.

“You are mine, all mine,” Brian whispered. “I love the way you make me feel.”

Suzanne couldn’t speak. Her emotions—in fact her entire being—was focused somewhere below her ovaries. She felt him stroke into her then pull back. Each movement sent shivers up and down her arms, back and chest. Her nipples were painfully erect.

“God,” she whispered. “Oh god, fuck me.”

Brian obliged. He began moving faster now, his cock stroking in and out, each time sliding along her clit. Suzanne climbed up the ladder toward her orgasm. She couldn’t believe how it built up and up and up. Her vibrator never made her feel this way! She rode with him, delighting at how in tune their bodies seemed to be. They were a natural fit together.

Brian tensed suddenly and thrust hard against her, emptying his seed. She felt his cock throb within her. He cried out, an incoherent sound. This final push against her clit caused her to erupt in a shattering orgasm. She screamed, she cried, she held him close. He gripped her tightly as his cock throbbed within her. She wrapped her legs around him, not wanting to let him go.

For several long minutes, they clung to each other before finally falling apart, exhausted. Sweat coated both their bodies.

“Jesus!” she gasped, trying to fill her lungs with air. “Jesus.”

“That was amazing,” Brian agreed. “I’ve never felt like that before. Never.”

“We might be dangerous together,” she managed. “Like we could explode, take out the entire island.”

“Yeah, that’s it. We should be placed in individual bunkers, far apart. Whenever a foreign power messed with us, they could threatened to parachute us into their country, naked.”

Suzanne laughed. “Yeah. We could be Uncle Sam’s secret weapon. The Sex Bomb.”

“Rated fifty megatons.” He leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll bet you’re one of those women who like to cuddle after sex.”

“I hope you aren’t one of those men who instantly fall asleep!”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m not going to leave you alone. But you did take the strength right out of me. This is why men fall asleep, you know. It’s a sign that their women have fucked them to within an inch of their lives.”

Brian hugged her and nestled his head up against her shoulder. He kissed the hollow of her neck and smelled the wonderful womanness of her. Suzanne felt a great sense of contentment. For a long time, they just lay there, wordless, satisfied.

Finally, he got up and went to the bathroom. She watched him walk away, his buns flexing. It made it her hot all over again and she shook her head. Not now, you slut! She smiled at her own wantonness.

Brian came out, his limp cock hanging between his legs. “I’m going to make a cup of coffee—want some?”

Suzanne smiled. She had a man who not only fucked her brains out but made coffee afterwards. “Yes. That sounds nice.”

“How do you like your coffee?”

“Black is fine—if it’s fresh ground. If not, maybe a little milk in it.”

“It’s fresh.” He padded away.

Suddenly, Suzanne felt lonely. The heat of the moment had evaporated and her doubts began to creep in. Shaking her head, she rose and started to put on her robe, then decided against it. Naked, she tiptoed down the stairs. Her fluids leaked out of her and down her thighs. She didn’t care.

She stood on the last step, listening to him move around in the kitchen. She didn’t want to spy on him, yet she didn’t want him to think she was so needy she couldn’t stand to be away from him, even if just for a minute.

Suzanne shook her head. She was just being silly. She stepped down onto the wooden floor then followed him into the kitchen. Brian was bent over the coffeemaker, carefully measuring scoops from a bag. The coffee smelled wonderful.

“What kind is it?”

Brian turned. “Well, hello there, naked girl. It’s Kenyan. Do you mind if it’s a little strong?”

God , she thought, I’d like it anyway you want to make it . “Strong is fine. It’s good.”

“Good.” He turned back, and Suzanne eyed his perfect ass again. She came closer and touched it. He wiggled it into her hand. “Did any of your other girls tell you what a nice butt you have?”

Dammit! she immediately thought. Why’dya have to bring up the other women!

But Brian didn’t seem to mind. “Oh, all the time.” She could tell he was teasing.

“Oh? They’ve all seen it, have they?” She pretended to be jealous.

“Didn’t you get the memo? Everyone had to put out on the first date or be eliminated.”

“That’s funny,” she said, putting her arms around him from behind. “We didn’t make love on the first date.”