The Silkie's Woman (5 page)

His own hands moved to the belt binding her robe closed, and with a swift move of his fingers, her whole body was bare to his view. Considering how much he enjoyed her mouth on his skin, he decided to kiss the same places on her body. He put his hands on her creamy white breasts, pushing them together and lifting them up towards his questing mouth. Her soft moan encouraged him to continue, and he sucked her left nipple all the way into his mouth, furiously moving his tongue until he felt her shudder in response. She pushed his head towards the other nipple and he obligingly obeyed, sucking until she was writhing with pleasure. He drew his hands slowly down her body, questing over her ribs and rounded stomach until he reached the tops of her thighs.

"Show me what you like," he said, hoping to avoid having to tell her about his inexperience.

She grinned up at him and said, "There aren't too many men who like women to take the lead. I'm glad you see the advantages." She moved her own hands down her body until they rested on the cleft between her thighs, and then moved back until her knees bumped into the bed. She used his hands to pull him towards her, and he knelt before her, an eager pupil. She pulled the soft lips of her labia back until the entire area was open to his view and held it with two fingers of her left hand. She pulled his hand towards her and allowed it to rest atop hers as she slowly circled the entrance to her cleft. Her finger slowly moved back up until she was rubbing around her swollen clit. He was stunned by the shocks of pleasure moving through him just from watching her receive satisfaction
.
If they continued this way she would reach the peak alone, and they would have to start over again. Amat required the peak to occur together.

He reluctantly moved his hand away and brought it to his lips. The scent was enticing, uniquely Megan; his lips opened and he tasted ambrosia. An intense salty and pleasant flavor filled his senses, and he hardened further with desire.

She appeared to be sufficiently aroused; it was time to mate. He gently pulled her up from the bed and turned her so she was on her knees on the bed facing the wall. She looked back at him in question, her face reddening.

" I don't like to do it this way, it makes me feel too exposed." She tried to turn around just as he leaned into her with his penis in his hand, and his other hand outstretched to hold onto her shoulder. Her body was half twisted when his penis made contact with her thighs. He groaned in pleasure as she rubbed them together in her effort to turn completely around so she was facing him. Before he could stop it, he gave a hoarse shout at the contact, his hips thrusting convulsively, once, twice, and suddenly a spray of semen pulsed from the tip of his cock and onto her thighs and stomach. His hips continued to thrust for several seconds after his ejaculation; soft agonized groans falling from his lips.

As he came, her own body seemed to feel what he was feeling and her pussy pulsed with sympathetic desire. The sensations were sharp, yet incomplete, and her hips pushed up in an effort to create the needed friction. Her efforts were futile, though, as he leaned forward, resting his head in the nook between her shoulder and neck.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed, "I have wasted our first time together." He pushed his face further into her neck and hair, his breath coming in ragged pants as his cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

She looked down into his face and realized he was abjectly humiliated by the experience. She thought carefully for a moment before responding; after all, she had found that men acted like idiots when they felt their 'manhood' was being ridiculed, and she didn't want that to happen with Urlon.

She threaded her hands into his hair and brought his gaze up to hers. "It’s the ultimate complement for a woman when a man is so excited for her that he can't control himself. There's no shame in what just happened; after all, it just gives you more time to arouse me before we continue." She gently massaged his head and shoulders as she spoke and she could feel the tension across his back slowly loosen up as she went on. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone once in a while."

He looked into her serious gaze and read the upper layer of her thoughts. She was concerned about him, concerned that she not offend him or hurt him in any way. She wanted their lovemaking to continue. What would it be like if he admitted his inexperience to her, he wondered. He decided she wouldn't be offended, and lowered his gaze.

 
"I, well, I need to tell you something important about myself—"

She interrupted him before he could begin. "You're not married, are you?" she asked, already beginning to pull away from him. "Because I don't sleep with married men. I would just feel too guilty to do that to another woman."

"No, I'm not married. Actually, it's the opposite. I have very little experience with women." As she continued to look at him in encouragement, he went on in a hoarse whisper. "Actually, I have no experience with women." His gaze lowered even further as he waited for her reaction.

"Do you mean you've only had sex with one or two other women?" she asked.

"No, that's not quite what I meant. I have had
no
experience with women. I hadn't even touched a woman until I met you."

"Oh, God," she muttered. "I've always told Shannon that the good lays are always married, priests or gay. Who knew I'd actually be making out with a priest, for fuck's sake." She slapped her palm over her mouth. "Am I allowed to say that around you?" she asked.

Both his eyebrows were nearing the top of his forehead as he listened to her rant. She misconstrued things rather quickly, and he wondered if he should allow her to continue just to see what else would come out of her mouth. But ultimately, he decided to be merciful.

"No, no, that's not it. I am most definitely not a priest. I've just lived a very isolated life alone with my family, with very little contact with the outside world. I haven't had the opportunity to be around women very often, and you're the first woman I have ever truly desired." As he finished speaking, he managed to raise his gaze to meet hers once again. Her eyes were slightly damp at the corners, and her lips were creased in concern. The emotions clearly displayed in her gaze reassured him as her words could not.

"You mean you're a virgin?"

"Essentially. I've only had sexual experience with the palm of my hand," he said, raising the appendage and cocking his eyebrow.

Laughter gurgled up in her throat. She tried to suppress it, afraid of offending him, but it escaped her lips with a gurgle. His own lips quirked in response, and she could no longer hold it in. Loud guffaws had her rolling back and holding her ribs. Every time she tried to stop, he raised his hand and gave it a little wiggle and a pointed look, and she was off again. He moved up beside her and pulled her into his body, pressing her head into his shoulder and curling his arm around her.

Finally her laughter died down into helpless little pants.

 
"Well, I think after tonight you're not going to have to worry about being inexperienced."

"I want to learn everything you can teach me about how to please you. I'll be your willing pupil."

Her eyes widened at the possibilities suddenly opening up before her. She had always complained to Shannon that men never asked for guidance about how to please women, blindly poking about and assuming what worked on one woman would work on every woman. What would it be like to act as a teacher—a mentor in the arts of love? A thrill of power shot through her sending lust skittering down her spine.

She decided to begin his lessons with her favorite activity. She touched his face lightly and said,

"There are some things that I like to do before engaging fully in sex. I'd like to start with those, if you don't mind."

"I'm yours to command," he responded, his eyes intent and interested, an eager pupil awaiting instruction.

She took a deep breath. "Ok, then. First I want to show you how you can arouse me with your hands. I want you to do everything I do right after me."

Megan took her left breast in her hands and slowly caressed up the creamy white mound, pausing before lightly touching her nipple. Her index finger slowly circled the outside ring before starting a figure eight pattern across the tip and ending with a quick gentle pinch on the now-firm bud.

He mimicked her actions on the other breast. "Before I thought you were enjoying my mouth on your breast. Should I do the same thing now?"

"Oh, yes, don't hesitate to show initiative! I'll tell you if you are doing something I don't like, or if I'd prefer something different," she continued tentatively, "as long as you don't become offended at my bossiness."

He allowed his mouth on her breast to be his answer. While his hand played with her left nipple the way she had showed him, he took her other nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. His tongue circled the bud before sucking more of her breast into his mouth. The strong sucking action of his lips was a little too harsh on her sensitive breast, and she pulled lightly on his hair to get him to let up a bit. His mouth instantly gentled, and he soothed her flesh with quick, gentle licks.

She pulled gently on his head after several moments of breast play and drew his hand down between her legs. She was already wet and welcoming. She spread her thighs and pushed on his shoulders until he was lying with his upper chest even with her knees and his face positioned between her thighs.

Awareness of his avid gaze lent confidence to her fingers, and she gently flicked her swollen clit. After rubbing the area for a few seconds, she decided the only way to show him what she truly liked was to get him involved. She thrust two fingers into her wet cunt and pumped quickly into the damp heat several times before running her hand back up to her clit. She repeated this several times, and then looked at him questioningly.

He followed her lead and ran his hand over her entire delta before allowing his thumb to rest on her clit. He rubbed it in a circular motion as he had seen her doing. At the same time, he took some initiative and instead of going back and forth between the two pleasure centers, he gently thrust two fingers into her while at the same time circling her clit. As his fingers hooked slightly to push further in, she gave a great gasp and thrust her hips up towards the ceiling. He stopped his motions.

"Are you all right? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Megan thrust her hips up insistently and moaned, "God, no, don't stop now, I'm almost there."

He resumed the motions, and found she became very agitated when he hooked his finger and rubbed the inner wall of her vagina and her clit in a circular motion. Within seconds his fingers were drenched with her fluids and her hips were moving convulsively. Suddenly she cried out, and her inner muscles clenched around his fingers with almost painful pressure.

He looked up at her face and found her features tightening as the pleasure increased to almost painful intensity. Her breath began to come in little pants, and her inner flesh pressed down one final time on his questing fingers. Her pleasure was his, and the thought of those muscles around his hardening cock caused him to thrust lightly against the bed. He had to forcibly stop himself or endure a repetition of his earlier humiliation. He could sense her utter contentment and satisfaction as he gently withdrew his hand and patted her cleft, gently rubbing in a soothing motion.

She pulled him back up her body so his hips rested in the apex of her thighs. Her hair tumbled wildly around her body, and her green gaze was so beautiful and soft it made his heart ache. His own desire was becoming unbearable. He had to enter her, or he would loose control. She seemed to sense his quandary and pushed her hand down in between their bodies. Her graceful fingers rubbed lightly up and down his penis before she rubbed the head around her clit and the opening beneath. She was so wet the huge plum-shaped head easily slipped into the warm cleft between her thighs.

She looked up at him as he slowly pushed forward. He intently watched his body enter hers. When they were fully joined, he looked up into her eyes.

I'm not hurting you, am I?
As he asked the question, he sent out a quick tendril of mindspeak to reassure himself that her body could accommodate his large cock. All he sensed was her desire. He pulled gently out and then in, in a smooth rolling motion of his hips, moving on her as the ocean moved onto the sand. The rhythm came naturally to him, with no need to ask Megan for further instruction.

Megan began to pant and moan, moving her head restlessly back and forth on the pillow as he thrust into her for many long minutes, far longer than seemed possible, given his earlier performance. Her inside sheath gripped him with wet warmth, pulling slightly as he withdrew his cock and resisting as he entered, creating an indescribable drag.

"You're a pretty fast learner," she grinned as she pulled her legs up so they wrapped around his hips. He maneuvered his hips so his upward thrusts hit the sensitive inner wall he had found earlier. Her sudden gasp and the explosion of pleasure in his mind let him know when he had the right angle, and he continued to thrust so each inward stroke hit that sweet spot, and each withdrawal dragged across the sensitive bud at the top of her cleft. The pleasure sent skitters of joy up his spine; it was almost as if his cock had been made specifically for her body.

 
"God, harder, please fuck me harder…I can't!" Megan's voice ended on a low agonized groan as she pushed up frantically to meet him. Urlon's thrusts continued endlessly and despite the intense pleasure, climax eluded her. She shifted position to get him to rub against her clit a bit harder, but nothing seemed to help. His eyes were becoming glazed and his cock was impossibly hard within her. She knew he was almost there. She decided she would forgo orgasm this time and show him how to help her achieve it next time—after all, you're only a virgin once.