WARNING AND DISCLAIMER: This chapter is the LEMON of the story. It is rated M, for mature, and not recommended for anyone younger than the age of 17. Explicit and descriptive language will be used, as well as course swear words. If these sexual themes aren't to your palate, or you don't desire to read it, please feel free to skip ahead to the next chapter; all my stories are structured so if a reader won't enjoy the smut chapter, they can skip to the next chapter and still enjoy the story as a whole without plotline issues. All you need to know about this chapter that is actually critical to the story line is that Ivan and Gwen will be consummating their relationship. This is essentially fapfiction, or typed porn. Thanks for reading!
This time, when I fumble to remove his purple coat, he helps me throw it off. As our tongues dance in a gasping, heated tango, he tears off my rose jacket as I work his purple bow tie from his throat. He smells of clean soap and herb perfume and something else that is tantalizing and new; desire. Flying goes his olive green vest, my flowery tunic, his white dress shirt. Quickly I remove the remaining clothes, as does he with mine. Naked we roll about first on the blanket for our supposedly innocent picnic, then onto the plush green grass, tumbling as I desire to be on top of him, only for him to flip us over so he can be above me.
He finally shoved me onto my back, insistent. He worked his body up until his veined penis hung down before my face tauntingly. "Please," he croaks.
"My pleasure," I purr, opening my mouth and permitting his cock in. My wet lips and throat absorb him, and he grunts in such a desperate way that I can't help but smirk around his thick shaft. I momentarily pull him from my mouth, saying, "What's wrong, Professor? Lost for words? With such an expansive vocabulary-"
"Who knew you talked so much? Sassy little thing," he growls, very ungentlemanly, before filling my mouth again with his swollen dick. Frankly, I didn't know I could be so sassy or wordy either. He pushes and pulls quickly into my mouth, pumping against the back of my throat. I work my mouth with his hips, taking in as much of him as I can. When I gag and make a choking noise, I worry I've done something wrong. Above, Ivan quivers, freezes. "Goddess, that noise is sexy," he groans as he begins thrusting back into my mouth. I begin using my hands to squeeze the length of him I can't swallow, spit dribbling down my chin and throat.
I switch one of my hands from his shaft to his balls, massaging and stroking them rhythmically. I hear him moan above me, and encouraged by his reaction, I keep a steady, pulsing pace. I begin to twist my mouth here and there, letting my tongue glide over the head of his penis as he pulls out before taking in his length again. When he pushes further back and I gag again, I don't try to stop making the wet, choking sound he enjoyed earlier. He twitches with pleasure, and as I twist my head, licking the tip of his member, stroke his shaft, and squeeze his testicles simultaneously, I taste something warm and bitter on my tongue. Ivan shudders as he pumps my wet mouth full of his seed.
When I feel his balls stop their pulsating in my palm, he pulls himself from my mouth. A thin line of semen pulls from my lips and drips down my body, and a trickle of it mixed with my saliva trails down my chin. "Gwen, I-I am so sorry, I should've- shoulda' warned you, I jus- just didn't know…" His words trail off as my intense gaze is noticed. When I'm sure I have his full attention, I swallow his load before licking my lips sensually. Leisurely, I drag a slender finger up my pale body, gathering up the trail of fluid that had, luckily, draped itself down the mound of my breast. I was pleased when I glanced up from beneath my lashes to see Ivan was watching me, hungrily and completely enraptured. I stuck the tip of my finger into my mouth, sucking the precious harvest from my body desperately before licking my lips again, satisfied. "Goddess," he sighs.
I look at him disapprovingly, a mock frown teasing my mouth and his sight. "Stuttered sentences and meaningless supplication to a deity?" I tisked at him disapprovingly. "Honestly, Ivan, what is all that education good for if you can't remember any of it?" His mouth, which had been an 'o' of wonder warped into a devious smile.
"You've never spoken to me with such an attitude problem before," he chuckles, taking my hand and leading me back to the blanket. At his insistence, I lay on my back and spread my legs. He dives in eagerly to my exposed vagina, whispering, "Your turn," before working my body. All I can see is his brown head of hair as his tongue swirls my entrance and his nose rubs at my clit in circular motions. I hum in pleasure, folding my hands beneath my head and savoring his skill.
"Where did you learn all this?" I sigh, heavenly.
"I may or may not have read a few shameless books on the subject," he rasps against me. "And according to those reliable sources, this just might…." The pad of one of his fingers pressed suggestively against my asshole. I gasped in shock and my hands fisted in my own hair as my legs wrapped around his head.
"Dear Goddess," I cry as he presses against my puckered rectum again. He shakes his head disapprovingly, using the opportunity to bury his nose roughly against my clitoris and his tongue delving deeper inside my taint.
"Now look who's useless with words. Disgraceful," he murmurs. He lifts his body ever so slightly to get a better look at my face before spitting on both his middle finger and my asshole again. Just as I'm asking what he thinks he's doing, he raises himself again so he can watch my expression before easing his index finger back into my slit, and his lubed middle finger into my ass.
I lose all cool; I buck above him uncontrollably, my eyes rolling back into my head sightlessly before squeezing shut. "Finally," I hear him snort beneath me cockily. "I was wondering what it would take to make you lose control the way you made me lose control." He leans back down and rubs my clit with his tongue in time with his easy, deep thrusts.
This is wrong. So wrong. Why does it feel so damn good? All my past lovers never even came close to pleasing me this much. I can't control myself; helpless, embarrassing mewls roll from my throat shamefully. I can't get enough air. I feel a familiar tingle under his tongue. As my climax nears, I peek down at him. I'm not sure how long I've been gifted with his talents, but his spare hand is pumping his now hard cock again.
He opens his eyes and stares up at me with intent, rubbing his tongue rougher on my small bump. It's too much; my throbbing clit, his finger pumping and twirling in my twat, his other finger pushing deep into my unexplored anus, and watching his large hand jerk his red, rock hard cock….
"I'm cumming!" I scream, warning him where he didn't warn me. I feel the explosion of ecstasy rush across my body. To either side of Ivan's sprawled body, my toes curl and my knees bend. My back is arching off the blanket and my hands fist the fabric into bunches. Each wave of pleasure that crashes over my body is more intense than the last. I cry his name over and over with each pulse of satisfaction, a single unmanageable tear leaking down into my hairline as I ride the unsurpassable orgasm guiltlessly. Stars flash behind my eyelids, and when my eyes pop open wide, I see black dots swimming in front of my face.
I quake, tender and soft as I finally get a decent, deep breath. He pulls from me carefully and crawls above me. He prods my inner thighs with his trembling member, trying to find purchase in my wet skin. "Yes, there it goes," he moans as he slips inside of me. He pumps slowly inside of me, and I lazily relax beneath him, greedily taking the pleasure and not putting in any work. With each thrust inside, he comes level with my nose, and presses a sweet loving kiss to it.
After a few minutes of him slowly working my body, I planted my feet below and behind him, my thick thighs pressing into him in time with his thrusts. Around us, birds sing cheerily, and the sunlight is shining down on us, lighting our love making as a spot of brightness in the gloom of the forest's heart. For miles, I am the only woman, and he my man, in our personal Garden of Eden.
I feel his pumps growing less rhythmic as he tires, his body use to flipping the pages of a book and scholastic endeavors. "Relax," I command soothingly, pushing on his chest until he's on his back. Where his body is thin and fragile, mine is rock hard, my feminine curves furthered by tight abs and thick thighs. I mount him easily, resting on my knees and letting my hard core grinding him inside of me. He watches me hungrily before laying his head back and going limp, letting me put in the effort. He moans loudly, his large hands resting on my thighs, feeling them tighten and relax. His voice has left behind its deep commanding tone and morphed into a higher pitch wheeze of desperation.
I begin to use a hand to rub my soft clitoris again, soaking in his furrowing brow, the sound of his begging breath, the way each exhalation has the slightest whisper of my name, a silent prayer for only me to hear. I can feel my climax returning for a second time. I want to come with him, together. I plant one foot on each side of his narrow hips, and begin to lift myself up and down on him, my strong legs making easy work of the exercise. I slap down on him, his slick balls tapping against my ass loudly. He begins to tense, his nose crinkling as he begins to breathe faster.
"Gwen, I'm gonna'-" we explode together in pleasure. Our cries mixing like our fluids, we tremble with nirvana. I feel my sex tighten around his thick shaft, which in turn is throbbing inside of me. My legs give out beneath me, and I fall forward onto his slender chest, whimpering as our orgasms pass. He slowly wraps his arms around my nude back, his chest heaving beneath me. Exhausted we breathe in sync, trying to bring our pulses back down to livable paces. "I…never knew making love would feel like that," he admits.
Just like that, the moment is sweeter for me; I was his first. This second in time, with the trees closing in around us to shield us in our paradise, the sun glowing against his unmarred skin, the music of life reborn in Spring, was his first brush with intimacy. I keep the knowledge tucked behind my heart, where no one but I can find it, and only he and I can relive it.
I'm smiling, still laying on his chest, when his breathes fall a little shallower; he's fallen asleep. I peek up at him, and he's the most perfect creature I've ever seen. His high cheek bones shining, light brown hair tousles, lovely eyes fluttering in slumber, his mouth slightly ajar, a thin trail of drool making its way from the corner of his mouth. I take a moment, which is honestly several minutes, just to watch him exist as mine, before giving him a slight shake. He mutters to himself, still partially in a dream, as he comes to. He blinks down at me, takes in my bare breasts, before a childish grin breaks out of his face. "It's you," he sighs happily, wrapping his arms drowsily about me.
I giggle and after several minutes, coerce him to his feet, although he pouts quite a bit about being sleepy. We redress and I throw the blanket over my shoulder. As we walk back to my farm, I pull out the food I brought, and we eat as we walk, not having to hold hands to feel close to each other as we chat about anything and everything. When we finally hear the near lowing of the cows and break the tree line of my property, it's nearly two in the afternoon. When I invite him into my home this time, he breaks into that huge, genuine, crooked grin of his and comes right in. We collapse on my bed, and he falls asleep in my arms, cradled to my chest.