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Chapter 141: High Ho' Silver!
"Whoever named it necking is a poor judge of anatomy." – Groucho Marx
"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant." – Henry Miller
"'Sex' is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other." – Marquis De Sade
"Making love? It's a communion with a woman. The bed is the holy table. There I find passion – and purification." – Omar Sharif
"The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good." – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
She moved away from his cock, and sat up between his legs. She trailed her hand through his pubic hair and then let her hand, warm with oil rest on his abdomen. He felt a heat like never before spread outward from the spot, and radiate along every nerve in his body.
She smiled, loving that she could make him turn into this complete ball of mush. He was so beyond gone, it wasn't even funny, but she had many plans left for the night.
She grabbed more oil and drizzled a small pool in his belly button. She dipped her pointer finger in the lotion and started to trace patterns on his abdomen, right above the line of his pubic hair. The patters became more deliberate as she asked seductively, "What am I drawing?"
It was hard enough to concentrate on anything when his skin was on fire all over, but making him try to determine what she was drawing was asking too much, "Mmm…fuck Sydney, I don't know…" he said, and then added a long, drawn out, "Ooo…" when her drawing took her deeper into the coarse hair.
"Guess…" she said playfully, but with a voice full of lust, "Tell me…"
"Mmm…Oh God…I…don't…know…" he said shaking his head.
"Concentrate…" she told him.
He attempted to focus on the motions, and finally figured out that they were letters she was tracing, "Mmm…shit…do it again," he said breathlessly.
She smiled and made a letter.
"M."
She smiled and repeated the next letter for him.
"I."
She traced again.
"N."
She smiled as she accentuated the last letter.
"E."
"What does that spell Vaughn?"
"Mine…it spells mine…"
"Mmmhmm…do you know why I would pick such a word?"
"Cause I'm yours?" he said with a lustful gleam.
"Yes, and because this," she said with a punctuated tug on his cock, "is mine…"
"Mmmmmm, all yours baby."
She smiled victoriously and wiped the excess oil off of his abdomen, "Ready for another?"
He groaned, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her, but he nodded anyway.
She smiled again and started to draw. He got lost in sensation somewhere in the middle.
"Ok, what did I spell this time?" she asked.
"I…don't know – I got lost…"
"I'll do it again."
"Sydney, please," he pleaded.
She paid him no heed and kept up the drawing, completing it a second time, "K – what did I spell?"
"Mmm…I…don't know," he said delirious awash in ambience.
She sighed, "Well…that's not good enough…you're going to have to try harder…should I give you a hint?" she asked.
He nodded, unable to speak again at this point.
She grabbed something from off the floor and he heard a cap pop off. His head was drawn to the sound, but nothing prepared him for the sight he saw.
Sydney held a can of spray whipped cream and proceeded to squirt it all over her breasts in circles, staring from the nipples and moving out in a swirling pattern.
"Ughn…Sydney…"
"You wanna guess what I wrote Vaughn?" she asked as she stared down at him.
"Oh God…" he said as he watched her.
She reached out her hand and tugged his to indicate that she wanted him to sit up. He complied and she helped him stand and move to the chair. The whole time they moved, all he could look at were her cream-covered breasts. All he could think about was devouring them.
She smiled seeing his reaction to the whipped cream, his cock straining, and eased him into the chair.
He reached out for her, trying to draw her closer so he could start to get the cream off her breasts, but she stopped him with her hand. She wordlessly stepped further into his spread legs and pushed his knees out further, then dropped, kneeling on the floor and took him in her mouth, priming him for what was to come.
With an evil glance at his eyes, groans a steady force rippling through him, she jutted her chest out, grabbed his cock and slid it between her whipped cream-covered breasts.
His hips instantly moved with her, slipping his cock between her silky breasts – made even silkier and smooth by the cream.
"My God Sydney…" he said as they picked up a rhythm. He would thrust forward and she would squeeze her breasts around him, the cream drizzling down her chest and stomach, past her pussy and pooling on the floor as they continued their motions.
If someone would have told him this was how he would be spending his night, he would have laughed his ass off, yet here they were, his cock pushing through her breasts, spreading whipped cream all over and making them both quite a mess, and it couldn't have been a more beautiful sight.
Sydney looked up at him, his face a haze of pleasure, and smiled as she dropped her chin to her chest and began to suck him into her mouth as he thrust. On every one of his upstrokes, she would take the tip into her mouth and suck lightly, before letting him pop out and do it all over again. She switched to licks next, teasing the tip with her tongue, making him shiver as his brain tried to sort out the difference between Sydney's warm mouth and the airy and milky cream that he was sliding against.
"Sydney…" he said, warning her that he was close.
She backed off, letting him slide out from between her breasts and then slowly licked the remaining cream off of his cock and balls. She licked the inside of his thighs, making him jump and shudder in the process.
"Come here…" he said to her as she sat back on her heals with a proud grin.
She complied and moved to stand between his legs. He pulled on her arm until she sat on his lap, his erection poking her back. He brought his mouth down to her breasts, licking away the cream that was left, swirling his tongue wildly around the nipples. She cupped the back of his head; her own chorus of moans starting to rise as he lavished attention on her breasts. He could taste himself mixed in with the cream, and it spurred him on even further. The fluffy cream and her soft and pliable breasts were a match made in heaven.
She sighed in ecstasy as he kept up the attention with his wonderful tongue and then pushed her back gently to stand so he could lick the rest of the cream that had drizzled its way down her stomach. He dipped a finger into her curls, and into her folds, bringing the mixture to his lips and smiled at her, daring her to keep going.
She accepted the dare in his eyes eagerly and pulled his hand, suggesting with her own mahogany eyes that they should continue the next part on the bed. He got up with her help and they moved back to the bed again. She positioned the pillows so he could sit up against the headboard and then stopped to look at him, "Did you guess what I wrote before?"
He smiled, "Mmm…dessert?"
She chuckled, "You're good…"
"Mmm…no baby, you are."
She leaned down and kissed him roughly, tasting all their mixed juices along with faint remnants of cherry and whipped cream. She moved so she was lying on top of him, but then surprised him when she shook her head and switched directions. He figured out real quickly what she was doing, and any questions about the method were quashed when she straddled him and impaled herself on his engorged cock suddenly.
"Uhn, shit…"
She smiled as she leaned back and braced the rest of her weight on her arms and slowly began to move herself on and off of him. His hand came to rest on her hip, holding onto her tightly, gripping to the point that she knew there'd be marks tomorrow.
He drew his knees up, giving her something else to hold onto and began to thrust in her deeply, raking his cock over her front wall again and again. She cried out at the shift in position as his cock hit her more directly. She began gripping him with her muscles the instant he started thrusting, feeling every inch, every vein, every part of his cock as it stretched her walls.
His cock felt like it was pushing into silk, rubbing against sensitive parts of her he'd never reached before. With her gripping him in her vice-like hold, he knew this wasn't going to last long; he'd been teased and primed way too much tonight to have this be slow and sensual, they had already done that. And judging from the low, guttural sounds Sydney was making and the way she was gripping his knees, he knew that she felt the same way.
After watching Sydney's back undulate in front of him for a few more minutes, he couldn't take anymore. "Sydney…are you close?" he asked.
She tried to answer with a nod, and he got the idea. He pulled her back to him, and attached his mouth to her neck, sucking on the pulse. She leaned into him, wrapping her hand around his head as she encouraged him.
He shifted his leg to help support her as his other hand gripped her thigh, pulling her down on him even harder. His cock surged inside her, at a new angle, rubbing a totally different spot on her front wall. She reached her hand down to worry her clit and screamed in rapture as her climax hit her, the combination of his cock plunging so deeply and his mouth sucking up and down her neck, nibbling and biting gently sent her pleasure to new heights.
She was clamping on him so tightly; it was a wonder that he could come at all. The need for release that had been building in him all night long, coupled with thoughts of red-hot cherry heat, sent him reeling over the edge. He came calling her name, spurting and spilling deeply inside her. She could feel the rush of his seed as it coursed into her, the sudden flush of liquid setting her off into another orgasm as he attached his mouth to her jugular once again. Her hand kept a steady pressure on his head, holding onto him for some kind of grounding as her body left the space of normal gravity and floated upward to the human version of celestial knowledge.
He held onto her as she came down, her head dropping back to rest on his good shoulder.
"My God Vaughn…"
"I know," he said softly, "And you…Jesus…when did you start planning this whole little escapade?"
Sydney smirked as she felt his breath hot against her neck, "Mmm…earlier today…I think when you were napping I started to think about it…began to strategize."
He chuckled, "I love how your mind works…I can't think of a better way to end a day like this…"
"I know…actually," she said as her eyebrows rose, "I can…"
"What's that?"
"We need a bath…and then I have to change the sheets again, get rid of all of this evidence before your mother walks in the door…"
Vaughn smiled, "Ok…"
She eased herself off of him, "You sure we didn't go too far tonight? Hurt you?"
He shook his head, "No, I'm ok…"
"Good…" she said as she smiled and looked at the candles around the room, half of which were extinguished or on the verge of.
She left him reclined on the bed and went to fill the tub. Once it was filled she came back for him, helping him stand and walk to the bathroom. She took off all the soiled bandages and eased him in and then got in the tub, sitting behind him.
They washed and then soaked for a while, just immensely happy to be sharing a bath together. She could tell he was getting tired, and rightly so considering all that had transpired in the last few hours.
She helped him out of the tub, replaced the bandages and the rib wrap and then helped him back to the bedroom where she planted him in the chair while she cleaned up.
She stripped the bed again and placed clean, cotton, burgundy sheets on the bed and then collected all the votive cups and set them aside for the night. She turned the bed down and turned on the light she always kept on, helped him brush his teeth and then helped him to bed.
"You know," she said as she positioned him comfortably, "you've gone most of the night without your oxygen…"
He smiled, "Yeah, I guess I have…"
"Were you out of breath?"
"Not really…"
"Do you wanna try to go tonight without it?"
"I can try…"
"Only if you want to…"
"I'll try it…"
"Ok sweetie," Sydney said as she tucked him in and got into bed with him, "Your mom must be having a really good time with Will and Francie. I wonder what they're doing?"
Vaughn smiled, "No clue…but I'm really happy they did…"
"Me too honey, me too."
They both drifted off quickly, exhausted, yet sated and relaxed.
