Her Dessert

Jennifer moved her hair back to the other side, letting it fall on Richie’s chest again, and pushed his thighs apart. She crawled over his leg to settle in between them, taking his dick between her breasts, and sliding up and down on him. The rough hair of his legs scraped her over-sensitized nipples, and she could feel another orgasm starting to build. When Richie’s breathing became extremely labored, she leaned down to kiss the drops of moisture away from his cockhead, which was turning purple. “Now, baby, stay still,” she said. She took the tip of him into her mouth and he groaned. She inched down over him, and it was all he could do not to thrust into her when he felt himself touching the back of her throat. Jennifer took a deep breath levered up on her knees to stretch her throat, and swallowed slowly, taking him deeper still.

“Oh sweet fuck,” Richie breathed, trembling from the exertion of not moving.

“Mmmmmm,” Jennifer murmured in agreement and the vibrations of her voice and tonsils along his steel shaft was almost too much, but he didn’t want to let go until he was fully seated in her. She inched forward more still, slowly swallowing his length until her nose hit hair. Richie held his breath, waiting to see what she was going to do. She sucked hard and swallowed, quickly over and over, and the ripples of motion were his undoing.

“Jennifer, darlin’......oh fuck......baby......Jesus....OH!” he yelled as he exploded deep in her throat. Jennifer made a happy little purring noise and held fast to his ass when he would have bucked her off of him with his jerks and twitches. She kept at it until he settled, then let him slip out with an extra-hard suck for good measure.

“Oh hell,” she said, pouting. “I hardly got to taste any of it.” She sighed. “Guess we’ll have to do that again.” Richie didn’t have the energy to chuckle. He just pulled her to him, draped her hair over him again, and held tight. A few minutes later, Richie felt Jennifer grow heavy in his arms, and found his voice.

“Baby, you still in there?” he asked her.

“Mmm-hmm” she murmured sleepily. “Sorry, you’re just so comfortable and I feel so happy and safe right now…. guess I started to drift off there for a moment.”

Richie started tracing light circles on Jennifer’s shoulder, smiling at the way her words touched him. The gentle caress had her squirming and shuddering. Though she tried to hide it, Richie felt every tremor. He shifted them so they were lying facing each other, and drew up each of Jennifer’s legs to take the shoes off her. He knelt up and unclipped the stockings from her belt and rolled them off. He finally unhooked the belt itself and dropped it over the side of the bed.

While Richie was finishing undressing her, Jennifer was lightly scratching her fingers up and down Richie’s thighs, reveling in the sound they made against his skin. She watched, fascinated, as he grew harder and bigger. She reached out to touch him again, and Richie stopped her.

“Darlin’, I need to feel you around me, to bury myself in you,” he said. “In here,” he clarified, sliding two fingers into her and pumping her slowly.

Jennifer’s eyes closed briefly as sensation flooded her body. “I don’t know,” she said, trying to put doubt in her voice, but failing miserably. “I don’t think you’re gonna fit all of this,” she gripped him for emphasis, “in there.”

“We’ll see,” Richie said, sliding a third finger inside her, making her groan appreciatively. “I think it’ll be okay.” He picked up the pace a little, and Jennifer was starting to breathe heavily. Richie reached under the mattress for a condom and Jennifer took it from him. She tore open the little packet and rolled the sheath on him slowly, torturing him like he was her.

She pulled him toward her, and Richie removed his fingers from her body. He poised the bulbous tip of his erection against her opening, and pushed gently. Jennifer groaned as the unyielding hardness pressed into her. She shifted her hips, and he slid a little more easily, but met resistance from her muscles before he was all he way inside her. Jennifer jerked her hips up, taking him all the way in, and she gasped. She had never felt this full before, and she had a drawer full of toys she would never use again. Not after this. They paled in comparison.

“Oh damn, Rich, you feel so goooood,” Jennifer moaned, and started clenching at him with her inner walls. Richie braced his hands on either side of her head and started a slow roll of his hips that had Jennifer spasming in minutes, crying his name. Richie flipped them so she was astride him, and let her rest for a minute on his chest before urging her up to ride him. She obliged, undulating on him like the sensuous creature she was. Her head tipped back, and the edges of her hair grazed his balls.

“Oh sweet hell, Jennifer,” he gritted out. “Your hair is killing me.”

She smiled and brought it forward so it was over her shoulder and pooled on his chest. She kept up her ride until she felt another orgasm fast approaching. Richie could feel it too, she slickened with moisture, and he moved easily in her now. He flipped them again, and put her ankles up on his shoulders. Grabbing her hands, he quickened his motions, pumping her faster. Her cries of please grew more fervent, but softer. She was going. He felt her clench him tightly, nearly expelling him, but he pushed past her and that was it. She shattered into a trillion little pieces, and flew across the room. Just when she thought she’d have to beg him to stop, his release came, and with it, a long, low grunt that she would hear in her dreams long after he tired of her.

He withdrew from her carefully, and took care of the condom before pulling her to him and wrapping her in his arms. “Wow,” he said, kissing her passionately.

“I think that’s my line,” Jennifer answered, laughing. The two held onto each other and started to drift off to sleep. The last thing Richie remembered doing was hitching the covers up around them, and smiling as he floated into the abyss.

“Rich,” Jennifer said some time later, her voice thick with sleep. “Wake up, I’ve gotta go home.”

“No,” Richie said, pulling her closer to him and throwing a leg over her hip for good measure.

Jennifer chuckled. “I have to go to work tomorrow – ugh today – and I am NOT wearing the same suit back to work.”

“Don’t have to,” Richie replied, tracing Jennifer’s ear with his tongue. “Went shopping today.”

“What?” Jennifer tried to sit up, but Richie wouldn’t let her.

“Shhhh,” he said then sighed. “I bought you a very tasteful dress to wear to work tomorrow. It’s in the closet in the other room, along with under-things, and the saleswoman said it would match your shoes. Makeup and shower shit are in the bathroom.” He chuckled and nuzzled her neck again. “I needed something to do; I was bored.”

Jennifer was touched, and tears sprang to her eyes. “How did you know what to get? Size-wise I mean?”

“I took care of you for two days. Think that didn’t include picking up after you?” He smiled. “Go check it out. If you don’t like it, I’ll take you home, and we can sleep there.”

Jennifer got out of bed and padded through the living area to the other bedroom. She opened the closet and gasped. A silk sundress, rose-colored with gray flowers, hung there. The skirt was full and would hang to her ankles, and the bodice dipped low enough to be inappropriate if there wasn’t a strip of lace across the cleavage. There was a matching sweater hanging next to the dress. She looked in the bathroom and found her brand of hair and body products, makeup, brushes…she started to cry in earnest. Nobody had ever been this thoughtful – not even her ex-husband. Sniffling, she made her way back to their room and slid into bed.

“Everything okay out there, darlin’?” Richie asked.

Jennifer didn’t trust her voice, so she just wrapped herself in him and nodded against his chest.

“Good,” he said, and rolled toward her. He had sheathed himself while she was gone, and he slowly pushed into her, feeling her muscles reluctantly take his length. “Is that hurting you?”

“No,” Jennifer whispered, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Riche stroked slowly and gently in and out of her, making her writhe. “Faster,” she begged. Richie obliged. He stroked faster, but with no more force. Frustrated, Jennifer raised her hips to meet his thrusts. “Harder,” she pleaded. Richie waited a few moments more, to make sure she was relaxed enough that he wouldn’t hurt her, and pulled out until he was almost free of her body, then slammed home, making Jennifer scream.

“Shit, did that hurt?”

“No you ass,” Jennifer answered. “Do it again.”

Richie obliged. Again and again, he pounded into her; as her screams got louder and more desperate. Finally, Richie captured her mouth and swallowed her screams, and when she went over the edge, the rippling of her orgasm took him with her, and he pulsed with release. He stayed seated within her until they both relaxed somewhat, but it was still difficult to disengage, as Jennifer had clamped down on him. Richie laughed.

“You’ve gotta relax, darlin’,” he said, “unless you want to sleep like this.”

Jennifer took a deep breath. “I’m trying,” she said laughing when her “attempt” squeezed him more, making his eyes roll back.

“Don’t laugh,” he hissed. “It just squeezes more.”

“Well,” Jennifer said, trying to stay calm, “you’re starting to slip, and it tickles, and AH!” she laughed and squirmed as Richie slipped free of her body. He quickly took care of the condom and turned back to Jennifer. He smiled and grazed a finger across her hip bone. Jennifer smacked at his hand. “Cut it out!” she said. He smiled and did it again, and again she smacked him again. “NO!” she laughed, trying to keep up with his hand as it moved to touch her anywhere her protesting hands weren’t.

After a few more minutes of teasing, Richie kissed Jennifer briefly on the lips, and gathered her in close. “Good night, sweetheart,” he said to her.

“Good night, honey,” she answered, kissing his chest and smiling. “You sure do know how to celebrate.”