What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (229 page)

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eeping me totally guessing, Mark now slid one long finger deep inside my wet pussy as his tongue once again gently explored my labia and teased my clit. He lightly flicked his tongue across my swollen button as another finger joined the first and alternated between slow deep thrusting and searching for the quite elusive g-spot on my upper vaginal wall. I moaned loudly and lustily now, not caring who might hear. At that moment the USC marching band could have been performing a routine straight across the bed, and I would have only responded by thrusting my hips a little harder at Mark’s willing tongue. Somehow another finger found its way to my ass and lightly teased just the opening of my tight passage, its journey made quite easy by the copious fluids now flowing.

The added stimulation drove me over the edge and my hips thrust up into Mark’s tongue even harder as my wet tunnel clenched and rippled around his fingers. As Mark somehow kept his tongue in contact with my gyrating pelvis and bouncing clitoris, I grabbed his hair with both hands and exploded in pleasure.

As I slowly began to return to this earthly plane, he climbed from between my legs and slowly lowered himself on top of me. Despite being very sensitive from my recent climax, the feel of the head of his hard cock against my sodden opening was exquisite. I felt his hand at my temple and the blindfold was suddenly gone as he simultaneously thrust himself deep inside me. I gasped with surprise and pleasure at the sudden invasion and looked up into eyes blazing with desire. Soft flickering candlelight glinted off of soft lips that still shined with my plentiful juices. A radiant smile split his features as I gave a low moan and said “you sir, sure know how to make an entrance.”

Mark’s response was a very gentle thrust as he leaned those soft lips down and kissed me deeply. Caught up in the passion of the moment, I did not give a second thought to tasting my juices on his lips as his hard shaft bottomed out and his hips ground against mine. I reached down and grabbed his ass to pull him even deeper as my thighs spread further to accommodate his length.

As my arousal started surging towards the peak for a second time, he slowly pulled all the way out of me, bending his head to my breast and rolling his tongue around my erect nipple. He slid his hard shaft through my labia and again I gasped as the swollen head of his cock bumped repeatedly against my clit. My hips rolled and rotated unconsciously as I tried in vain to recapture his length deep inside of me.

Pulling away from me, Mark reached down to my hips and effortlessly flipped me gently onto my stomach. Lowering himself against me once again, he effectively pinned me to the bed beneath his weight as he kissed the nape of my neck. Shifting his hips slightly back and forth he managed to lodge the swollen head of his hard cock in my wet opening. Pushing forward slowly he utilized his weight advantage to drive his length deeper inside me than I thought possible. He pulled back and slammed home again, sending waves of pleasure through my body even as his cock was rearranging my insides. After a few very pleasurable moments of thrusting he pulled out and lifted my hips until I was on my knees. “Lean forward and rest your upper body on the bed, but keep your hips up, please,” he said.

Spreading my inner thighs apart, he sought out my clit again with his darting tongue. Inserting first one, then another finger inside my wet pussy, he stroked slowly in and out. Pulling my ass cheek to one side his tongue suddenly found my tight asshole and gently circled my clenched rosebud. Using his tongue to lubricate the area, he slowly pushed a long finger into my bottom. The sensation generated by the anal penetration was not unpleasant at all as it mingled with the pleasure being generated by his stroking fingers.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he slid his hard cock inside of me once again. Grabbing my hips forcefully now, he stroked in and out of me at an increasing pace. A fleeting thought passed through my mind that Mark certainly had much better stamina than my ex-husband. My ex would have been wiping himself clean on our sheets and flipping on ESPN by now.

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s pleasure seemed to radiate from my center up and down my body in waves, Mark chose that moment to stick his wet finger back in my ass. He certainly seemed fixated on that relatively virgin part of my anatomy. Surprisingly his finger only seemed to amplify the pleasure being caused by his steady thrusting. My second orgasm of the evening actually took me by surprise, seeming to come from nowhere at all and everywhere at once. My upper body thrashed against the bed as I moaned loudly and pushed back against his hard cock with abandon. I could feel my ass spasm around his invading finger as thought evaporated and fireworks took flight behind the eyes rolling back in my head.

I went limp as a rag doll as all energy was momentarily drained from my body. Mark pulled out slowly and gently rolled me over onto my back. I reached down and took his hard cock, wet and shiny with my juices, in my hand. As I slowly stroked him, I looked into his eyes and said “I want to return the favor. It is time for you to feel pleasure.”

Mark smiled as he answered, “Summer, you have no idea just how much pleasure I get from
giving
you pleasure. I am honored that you have let me take control.” He shifted his hips again as he spoke, somehow instinctively lining up the wet head of his cock with my much too sensitive entrance again.

“Control is one thing,” he continued, “trust is an entirely different matter.” He pushed my knees slowly and gently back towards my shoulders and placed the swollen head of his throbbing cock against my anus. “Do you trust me?”

I looked into Mark’s eyes and in addition to the passion and lust, there was an undeniable element of tenderness reflected there as well. “Just know that thoughts of a certain green and red summertime fruit are near the surface,” I said with a smile.

Mark’s eyes twinkled even brighter somehow as he laughed. Leaning down to kiss me he said “I will keep that in mind.” Grabbing my ankles he lifted them to his shoulders as he swiped his cock head through my labia to gather some needed lubrication. Positioning himself in line with my ass, he pressed his wet glans gently into me. “By any chance did I mention how beautiful you look right now?” Mark asked as he very slowly teased just the head of his hard cock in and out.

Feeling a little uncomfortable with an unpleasant sensation of stretching, my safe word was halfway to my lips when Mark suddenly reached between us and started rubbing my clit with the thumb of his right hand. Using the accumulated moisture, he rubbed firmly as he pushed his shaft a little deeper before pulling almost all the way out again. He dipped his thumb down a little further and carefully spread juices from my wet pussy along his shaft before pushing in again. His thumb alternated between dipping inside me and sliding along my labia before circling my sensitive button.

“You truly do not fight fair my friend,” I gasped as he penetrated a little deeper. The stretching feeling began to fade as his thumb stirred sensations that mixed and mingled with the fullness in my anal passage. Lubrication no longer seemed to be much of an issue either as he was gliding in and out fairly easily now, albeit not very deeply.

Gazing down at me with pleasure clearly visible in his eyes now, Mark lightly pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers while burying his remaining length deep inside my ass. The ember of pleasure that had been burning slowly sparked suddenly into white hot passion. Inexplicably, it somehow felt as if he were thrusting into both of my passages simultaneously. He pulled out slowly and thrust all the way back in quickly. He then pulled out fast and pushed back in at such an agonizingly slow pace I actually found myself pushing my hips up at him, wanting to feel him buried deep inside me once again.

As the fires of passion started consuming all coherent thought again, a stray thought passed through my head that Mark was playing my body as if it were a Stradivarius and he a masterful virtuoso. He certainly seemed to know what strings to pluck and chords to play in order to make my instrument respond with beautiful music.

Switching between firm pressure and light circling of my clit, Mark thrust faster now, his eyes beginning to glaze with his own passion. Looking up at this man who had taken me to the heights of orgasmic bliss already this evening, I wanted him to feel some modicum of the pleasure he had given me. I flared my hips a little wider and hunched back at his thrusting. I made sure I had his full attention as I reached up and played with my own nipples, moaning as I slipped my legs from his shoulders and hooked my ankles behind his ass.

I was truly in sensation overload now as I pulled him in even deeper while lightly twisting my erect nipples. Clearly in complete control all evening, Mark’s thrusting now took on an almost frantic pace as he neared the point of no return. With a groan, his eyes closed and he thrust one more time, holding himself as deep as he could go. I could feel the hot semen surge out of his cock and flood my insides. It was enough to send me over the edge once again, my ass clamping down around Mark’s length, causing us both to shudder with pleasure as we exploded in mutual orgasm.

He collapsed on top of me in total exhaustion, the weight of his body both comforting and crushing. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Lifting his hips he slowly slid his softening penis from my ass and lay next to me. “That truly was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced,” he said softly.

“E
xcuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back,” Mark said as he rose from the bed. Not feeling very energetic after our exertions, I barely summoned the energy to lift my head and watch his cute ass as he crossed the room. Entering the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and I could hear water running. He reappeared a few moments later and very gently wiped our combined fluids from my body with a warm washcloth.

“Normally I would love nothing more than to cuddle up with you right now, but I have one more small surprise.”

Mark crossed the room again and opened a closet, removing a cooler and small bag. From the cooler he pulled a two-tiered serving tower overflowing with strawberries, dark chocolate, sliced cheese and crackers, as well as a bottle of champagne. Opening the bag he produced a pair of carefully wrapped crystal goblets. “Dinner is served my fair lady” Mark said with a slight bow, as he set up the impromptu feast in the middle of the bed.

“You are a man of many talents” I said, as I propped myself up against the headboard and reached for a strawberry.

“I figured between work, getting dressed to kill in that lovely little black dress and perhaps a touch of more than understandable apprehension about tonight, you probably did not get around to dinner this evening.” Mark spoke as he picked up my discarded garments that were literally strewn around the room. Laying my clothes over the back of a chair, he started to uncork the champagne bottle.

“Only open that if you really want it, I’m afraid I will have to decline. I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and I don’t want this lovely evening to end with a sobriety test.” I happened to be looking at his face when I said this, so I did not miss the flash of disappointment cross his features, even though it vanished quickly.

Putting the bottle down on the nightstand, Mark looked at me with a carefully neutral expression as he responded. “I was hoping you’d join me in a glass of champagne, almost as much as I hoped you’d stay the night with me. I will certainly understand if you do not wish to, it is entirely up to you.”

Up until seeing that flash of disappointment cross his features, it had certainly been my intent to freshen up and head home. To sleep in my own bed, with the satiated memories of the evening to keep me warm.

Making sure he could see the smile on my lips and hear it in the tone of my voice, I said, “Since I have agreed to giving you total control and I have yet to find it necessary to voice a certain safe word, I suppose I have no choice but to obey your
command
.”

“By your smile I know that you realize I am certainly not commanding you, nor controlling you, in any fashion at the moment. I am simply expressing my desire to spend more time with you this evening. It would be nice to talk and get to know one another intellectually as well as physically.” Mark spoke as he sent the champagne cork flying across the room.