She arches into me, pressing herself against my mouth, and I actually sigh with satisfaction.
Truthfully, I've never been too sure about my prowess in this regard. I like to think I'm good in bed—though I suppose no one wants to think they're bad at sex—and I don't seem to have gotten too many complaints over the years, and even fewer as I've gotten older and wiser, and more willing and able to listen to the woman I'm with. When I decided to make it my goal to always give a woman an orgasm, I figured I'd better work on my oral skills, and it seems to have been a sure winner. Still, every woman is different, and I never know if what I'm doing is working or if I'm just being placated. So far, it seems to be working for Donna, at least in the few chances I've had to do this to her, and I've discovered that I actually quite enjoy the process. It's an even better experience with Donna, though. She feels better, she reacts better, hell, she even tastes better. I've always been willing to go down on a woman in the past, but now…I feel like I could live here.
Her hand is in my hair suddenly, her fingers yanking at me; I wince but since she doesn't seem to actually be pulling me away, I flick my tongue against her faster. I glance up, the view partially obstructed by her breasts, but it looks like her head is thrown back. Another good sign. I tighten my arms around her waist, trying to breathe through my nose so that I don't have to leave her for a moment.
Her thigh shakes against me, her heel thumping against my back, and I unravel one of my arms, moving it between her legs. I readjust my mouth, focusing on her lovely bundle of nerves, and my fingers come up to stroke her carefully. She shudders again, her hips jerking against my face. Carefully, I slide one of my fingers into her, another one following closely behind. I groan at the sensation, ridiculous as it seems even to me.
"Oh, God," she whispers, her entire body starting to thrust in time with my mouth and hand. "Oh, God!" Her fingers clench in my hair for a moment, then release, repeating the process over and over again. "Oh, my God. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, God!"
All of a sudden, there's a hand on my forehead, pushing me away forcefully. I look up at her, puzzled, and involuntarily lick my lips, reveling in the flavor. Even in the low light, I can see that her entire body is flushed. I can see her muscles twitching, and her chest heaves appealingly as she gasps for air.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask softly, noticing absently that I'm still stroking my fingers in and out of her.
She lets out a shaky laugh, her hand returning to my hair. She strokes my scalp affectionately, biting her lip. "Sex, Josh. I thought you wanted to have sex."
"I did. I do. But this is kind of fun, too."
She laughs again and I lean forward, kissing her inner thigh. Before I can go any further, she says, "I just think I'm about to embarrass myself."
I look up at her again, and she looks at me imploringly. I personally don't find it embarrassing at all if she comes from me going down on her, but it seems to matter to her. I nod and kiss her thigh again before moving upward. I trail my lips over her stomach, smiling when I feel her twitch beneath my lips. I make a couple of teasing passes at her nipples, suckling each of them for just a moment before I move onto her neck. She tilts her head for me, granting me access. I keep up a slow, steady motion with my hand, still moving within her—I'm only trying to keep her primed, nothing more. I feel her hum beneath my lips before she turns her head, angling it down toward me. I kiss her softly, and she moans quietly into my mouth.
She nudges me a few moments later, and I take the hint, pulling away. I thrust my fingers within her a few more times, curving them up to make her squirm, before I remove them completely. I sit back on my haunches, gazing at her unabashedly for a few moments before I force myself to my feet. My knees protest after kneeling before her for so long, but I do my best to ignore them. I grab a condom out of the nightstand, sending up a silent "thank you" to the universe that I have a reason to use the optimistic supply I bought after the first time we kissed.
I turn and watch her fall back against the bed, stretching out her long body. She smiles at me as her back arches, her breasts thrusting up toward the ceiling, before she turns over. My eyes open wide, my mouth following suit, as she pulls herself up to her hands and knees.
"Oh, sweet lord," I breathe, my hands going so slack that I drop the still-wrapped condom onto the bed.
She looks at me over her shoulder and I actually have to shut my eyes for a few moments. I harden painfully, my erection actually straining toward her in desperation. "Is this okay?" she asks, her voice quiet, almost unsure, and my eyes fly open. All I can do is stare at her in shock. "From behind, I mean. I know we haven't done it that way yet—"
"I'm good if you are," I answer, somehow sounding more self-assured than I feel.
She smiles and nods, crawling a little further onto the bed. I have to look away. This is too much. I focus instead on the condom, picking it up and tearing it open carefully, but Donna is too much to resist. I take a few steps closer to the bed, reaching out to stroke her soft skin.
"You really have the most incredible ass," I breathe. I've always—always—admired it beneath her clothes, perverted and inappropriate as that is, and though I've seen her naked several times now, the back of her isn't something I've had a lot of opportunity to admire; turns out it's just as magnificent as the front.
She giggles softly, and I run my fingers over her reverently. It hits me for about the millionth time that this is Donna. How am I doing this with Donna? How was I lucky enough to get here? Why is she even bothering with me? Hell, why is she seeking me out? She could have any guy she wanted…and she's picking me? I don't get it.
I give myself a shake, trying to snap out of it. I'll do better to not question my good fortune at the moment.
I finally pull the condom out of the wrapper and roll it over myself, wincing a little at the contact—I'm going to have to find a way to calm down if I want this to be any good, or to last more than five seconds.
I pull myself onto the bed, kneeling behind her, and I bend down to press my lips to her spine. She shifts a little, her hips angling toward me. I can't help myself; my hand finds its way between her thighs, stroking her gently, and we manage to whimper at the same time. I've never been the sort that could manage to pull off talking about how "wet" a woman is, especially not to her face. I suppose there are a few people out there who can make it sound cool, but for sure I'm not one of them. But she is insanely wet right now, and it's a rush to my ego knowing that it's absolutely because of me. The fact that I can turn her on isn't something I can wrap my mind around.
"Are you…" I choke out, my voice strained. She moans in response, nodding her head, and I inch forward, positioning myself at her entrance. With very little effort, I slide into her, trying to take it slowly. She moans again, her arms going out from under her. I grab onto her hips and push all the way in, and my knees almost give out. God, even just this moment—the initial contact, being inside of her in those first few seconds—is better than sex with any other woman I've known. Again, it has to be because it's Donna. It has to be. She's taken up residence in my mind for too long for sex to not be larger than life.
I pull myself back and thrust back in slowly, my eyes rolling back in my head. She clenches her muscles around me and I have to stop moving for a few moments to regain control. I take a few deep breaths, digging my fingers into her hips, and she pushes herself back up to her hands. Her arms are shaking but she seems to be steady otherwise. She pushes her hips back a little and I groan. "You're going to kill me," I tell her.
She pushes her hips back again, and I take the less-than-subtle hint. I readjust my hold on her hips and slide almost completely out of her. We meet in the middle as we thrust at the same time, and I really think I'm going to die. There's no way I can withstand it.
She turns her head, looking at me over shoulder as best as she can, and I start breathing loudly through my nose. It takes every ounce of control that I possess, and a few that I don't, to not completely lose myself and slam into her like crazy. God knows it's what my body wants. I try so hard to keep it relatively slow—even though it feels amazing and parts of me are desperate for that release, the rest of me can't get over how this feels and wants to hold onto it for as long as possible. She moans, her mouth dropping open as her eyes flicker shut.
The reality of Donna is better than any fantasy I've ever had.
"You feel incredible," I whisper, my voice barely working as I start thrusting into her at a steady pace. She smiles, her eyes still shut, and a moment later, her head drops forward, her hair curtaining her face. I would love to try to distract myself from this somehow, but there's nothing I can do. Everything about her feels amazing—the heat of her, the way I fit inside of her, her body tight around me. I've known some guys over the years that complain about wearing condoms, but I have no idea how I'd manage to last more than a minute or two inside of her without some sort of barrier. I really think they're the only things that keep me in check.
"God, Josh," she groans, her arms stretching out in front of her, her back arching. "Harder."
I shudder at just her request, tightening my hold on her. I really, really want to do what she asks, but I also feel like this will all be over far too quickly if I do.
I take a few deep breaths, pulling out of her slowly before ramming back into her. She gasps and I pause, waiting to see if she tells me it's too much. All she does is look at me over her shoulder once more. So, I do it again, pausing this time to make sure I can actually handle it. When my body doesn't betray me, I set up this new rhythm—slow and hard—relishing in every moan that falls from her lips.
Christ, she's sexy. I've always been aware that Donna's attractive—beautiful, really—but I've tried to keep it compartmentalized in the generic beauty portion of my brain. It hasn't always worked, especially not the last few years. Those years were tough. I watched her come into her own, growing in leaps and bounds, learning more than any human ever should at one time, running circles around me, making a name for herself in national politics, and that part has been sexy as hell. The confidence she has now is unbelievable, though completely earned. She stands up straighter, she gives answers to questions that no one can dispute, she walks with such purpose and determination. It's hot. It's ridiculously hot. I nearly threw myself at her feet a few dozen times when we worked together in the White House, but it's been even tougher for the last year and a half, at least. Once she joined the Santos campaign…hell, I knew I was a goner. I stood no chance against her. Whether she wanted me or not, I knew I was going to make a fool of myself over her at some point, and I was only a little surprised to find that I was okay with it.
I slide my hands off her hips, tentatively stroking her ass. Her skin is so unbelievably soft, so pale that any time I touch her just a little too hard, angry looking fingerprints show up right away. I'm relieved that they seem to fade almost as quickly, but it makes me want to handle her with kid gloves nonetheless.
"More," she demands, pushing herself against me. "Josh."
I move my hands over her soft skin a few more times before I run my fingers up her back, watching in fascination as the muscles twitch and bunch every time she thrusts. I grab onto her shoulders, pulling her into me faster.
Oh, dear God.
That's intense.
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes," she moans in time with every thrust, and it just spurns me on. I push into her faster, not bothering to pull back as far each time. I wish this could go on forever. It's incredible.
"More, more, more," she gasps, her voice increasing steadily until it's echoing around my room, bouncing back at me, making me want to give her anything she asks for.
Until my body starts to tighten and tingle. I cannot let this end now. I slow down, draping myself over her. I brush her hair over her shoulder before bracing my hands next to hers, and kiss her neck. I thrust into her slowly, moving my hips against hers gently, and I can feel my heart pounding against her back. She breathes heavily as she tilts her head, giving me more access to her neck.
"You all right?" I mumble against her skin, just checking in to make sure we're on the same page.
"Mmmmm," she answers, and I can see her smile. "Why'd you stop?"
"I wasn't going to last long like that," I answer, the truth spilling out before I can remind myself not to sound like such an inexperienced loser. She doesn't seem fazed by it, though.
"This feels good, too," she says, and I could swear it sounds like she's purring. She tightens her inner muscles around me and I grunt into her ear. She doesn't play fair. She rolls her hips against me, gently, but it still drives me wild.
I push myself up again, running my hands down her back before I tug at her sides. She pushes herself up, too, and I immediately wrap my arms around her, holding her flush against my chest. She turns her head, angling it back a little, and I press my lips to hers. We kiss slowly, languorously, our tongues rubbing against each other's in a way that's somehow anything but lewd. How did I go all these years without kissing her?
She rotates her hips against mine, and we both shudder at the sensation. I readjust my grip on her, trying to cup both of her breasts with one hand, my other hand spreading out across her stomach, and I thrust into her. She pulls her mouth away, gasping. I reposition myself, settling back on my haunches, and she drapes herself more fully on my lap, her thighs drifting open so that her knees bracket mine.
I let out a sigh, my eyes falling shut. This feels perfect. My knees will be killing me in the morning, but I wouldn't trade this for anything. I don't have as much leverage as before, but it's a sacrifice I'm happy to make.
I press my lips to her neck again, sucking in her delicate skin, and we somehow both start to move at the same time. The thrusts are shorter this way, but that almost helps to keep me in check. She clenches around me, pulling me further into her, and I tighten my hold on her. She grinds her hips against me, moving in tiny circles, then switches back to the quick, up-and-down motion.
The hand that I have on her stomach moves almost of its own accord, sliding in between her thighs. When I make contact with her sensitive skin, she gasps and jerks, her body moving uncontrollably for a few seconds. I shift again, just a little, and find a bit more leverage, moving quickly within her. She moans loudly, drowning out the sound of flesh hitting flesh for a few seconds. Her hands come up to cover mine, squeezing my fingers. She gasps again and shoves away the hand between her legs, shaking.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask immediately, stopping all motion, feeling worry spread throughout my body.
Every muscle in her is tense, but she shakes her head a moment later. "No. No, you're doing everything very right." She laughs a little, though it comes out entirely breathless. "Very right."
"Is there…a problem?"
She tilts her head back against my shoulder, her face close to mine. "It was about to be over very quickly."
"But…you can have multiple orgasms, right? I mean, I've seen it happen." I've seen it, and it's magnificent.
"It just feels embarrassing to come so quickly," she mumbles, her already flushed skin turner even redder.
I stroke her breast gently, pulling her closer to me somehow. That's what she's been worried about? Coming too fast? How can she not know it's amazing that she orgasms at all? I don't care how fast or slow it happens as long as it happens. "I think it's beautiful."
Her head snaps up, and she gives me an unreadable look. "What?"
"I think it's amazing that I can do that to you. I'd like to do it to you now, if you'll let me." I'm talking a big game here—I have no idea if I can coax more than one orgasm from her tonight. I will, however, consider one a win. I'll try like hell to give her two, though.
She presses her lips to mine, grabbing the hand that's been resting near her knee and moving it back between her thighs. I move my fingers gently, rubbing her slower than before. She sighs into my mouth. She keeps her hand on mine, holding it in place.
She pushes against me faster all of a sudden, resuming our pace from before. My fingers speed up in response, though I try like hell to slow them down a little. It's not easy—now that I know her orgasm is imminent, I kind of can't wait for it to happen.
Our mouths tear apart from each other, both of us moaning when she starts grinding against me again. Her hips move back and forth, and I can feel her tightening around me. She pushes my hand down more firmly, and I take my cues from her. I rub her faster, though I try to keep the touch relatively light.
"Oh, God," she gasps. She moves her hips faster, and I do my best to keep up, thrusting and grinding as quickly as I can. "Josh."
I kiss her shoulder, trying to focus on her and her needs, hoping it'll distract me from how phenomenal this feels. It sort of works.
Her body goes rigid, everything vibrating. "Right there, right there, right there," she breathes. I keep doing exactly what I've been doing, feeling sweat dripping down my body as I put everything I have into her. "Ohhhhhhhh!" I feel her thighs shaking. She jerks and rocks against me. Her back arches, her body going taught for a few seconds, and I think she stops breathing. She collapses inward a little, her head dropping forward as an orgasm starts to roll through her. I continue to rub her, but I try to let her take the lead on the rest of it; she knows what she needs right now.
Her hands grab at my arms, squeezing tightly. She moans so loudly it sounds like she's in pain. Her hips start pushing against mine even faster, though the motion is uncoordinated. I can feel her pulse all around me, her insides tightening and pulling at me, and I think I could die right now and feel like I've accomplished all I need to in this life.
"Josh!" she yells, moving hard against me for a few long, beautiful seconds before her body goes slack. She weakly pushes my hand from between her thighs and I readjust my grip on her, focusing on keeping her upright. She whimpers as she breathes, her body trembling in tiny bursts. I lean forward and kiss her neck again, keeping the touch gentle this time. I slide my hands up her body, unable to help cupping her breasts, squeezing them just a little. She moans quietly, though I'm guessing not in protest because she pushes her chest into my touch.
She turns her head suddenly, her lips pressing against the side of my face, and I hurry to readjust my angle, kissing her as hard as I can. Her arm comes up, wrapping over my shoulders. She holds on tightly, kissing me frantically. I knead her breasts roughly, squeezing her nipples between my fingers, and she grinds herself against me. I pull away, gasping, my body still on edge, and she droops away from me, fairly melting out of my grasp. She actually looks like a puddle on my bed—a beautiful, blonde, glowing puddle. Rolling onto her back, she looks at me, smiling brightly as she laughs.
Mostly, I couldn't resist posting this on Hump Day. It may not be that day of the week when you guys read it, depending on where you live, but...it entertains the hell out of me. Thanks for the support thus far. Unless I find another break in the next part, should just be one more chapter.