Sparkling Blue

"Sparkling Blue"

Chapter Five.

Margaret looked up at Charles, who was standing frozen in place, staring down at her, not knowing what wonder she was about to do with her mouth, lips and tongue.

She opened her mouth slightly, still gazing up at him, as she slowly and deliberately leaned forward to touch him with her lips. She wanted to take her time, make him experience the agony of the ecstasy she'd just suffered. She'd make him wait, all right, until he could wait no more, then (and only then) would she allow him to take her.

She started at the base, her eyes closed now so she could concentrate, and wound her tongue around the width of him. As much as she could, that is; she'd already recovered from her surprise when she'd seen how big he was, in more ways than one. That thought alone, of him in her, was almost more than she could bear. But she'd not think about that, only on the task at hand.

Her hands, too, began to work. She pulled herself to a sitting position on the bed and put her hands behind his muscular thighs, pulling him ever closer to her so she wouldn't have to stretch. He rested his hands comfortably on her shoulders, under her soft hair, his eyes closed and head back as he savored the feel of her on him.

Lapping at him, teasing with her tongue, she very delicately kissed the underside on the tender cord, nipping and pinching the flesh with her teeth. His gasp told her that far, no more. She continued the motions of her mouth, her strong fingers still grasping the back of his thighs, until she'd reached the tip.

Looking again up at Charles, she opened her mouth, her tongue moving out to lap at the tiny dewy drop at the tip. He gasped again, his eyes wide as he watched her. She felt him tense, fighting the urge to thrust forward. He's maintaining damned well, she thought. Not for long, Margaret.

Again closing her eyes so she could focus, knowing he was watching, she turned her head to the side slightly, moving her hair out of the way so he had a clear view.

Pressing the tip against her closed lips, she slowly opened her mouth as she received him, keeping the pressure on. As her mouth gripped him so tightly, she moved her tongue on the underside once more, flicking it back and forth as if sucking on the sweetest lollipop in the world.

She moaned as her mouth moved over him, a moan of anticipation and surprise, picturing him doing the same into her in a short while. He had such girth that she was partly disappointed that she'd not be able to take him completely into her mouth, to the back of her throat. It was disappointing in that regard, but surely not when they finally made love!

She'd reached the point where she could not take any more in, even after taking a deep breath and relaxing her throat muscles. The tissue around her mouth was actually beginning to ache, it had been stretched so by him. She kept at him with her tongue and soft caresses of her teeth; soon, as she was expecting, she felt him losing the battle to keep from thrusting. She felt his muscles twitch and tighten, as every instinct he had was telling him to push forward into this woman.

"Margaret," he moaned, eyes closed and a scowl on his face.

She very slowly pulled back, hoping he was watching, and as she released him, she again licked at the tip. She dipped a little lower, teasing her tongue back and forth at the sensitive underside once more.

"Hmmmm?" she mumbled against him.

He pulled back far enough to reach under her arms and powerfully hoisted her up, so she was facing him. He grasped her breasts, twirling an erect nipple in each hand. He leaned further into her, burying his face in her hair, biting her on the neck.

"Charles, no marks!" she gasped, torn between stopping him and losing herself in the sensation.

"Your hair will cover any marks back here, Margaret," he said as she turned her away from him. Her perfectly shaped derriere was before him, and he pushed forward slightly, enough to touch her.

Freeing one hand from her breast, he pulled her hair back and continued the biting. Sucking and pinching on her with his teeth, his hands kneaded her breasts back and forth. He pinched her nipples, pulling on them to the point where she cried out. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a cry of pain, delight or both. His hands left her, running down the front of her, relishing in the tight smooth skin.

He dipped two fingertips into her as he'd gone lower, playing with her once-again hard button between them. The feel of her, writhing against him, her breathing and gasping getting louder and faster was the final breaking point for Charles. He'd waited this long, he could wait no more.

He pushed her down roughly to a kneeling position. He gently, but firmly, pushed her forward by the shoulder so that she was on her hands and knees, as she was moments ago and facing him.

He wrapped one arm around her tummy, pulling her ever closer to him, as his other hand ran over her wide hip, then forward until he could reach her most sensitive spot. His fingers expertly worked back and forth, and she responded by hiking her backside higher in the air, presenting herself to him. She'd leaned forward to rest her head on her folded arms while his finger furiously worked on her.

Charles leaned into her, taking the length of him and rubbing it back and forth on her outer folds, from where his fingers played on her and back, over and over. He knew she was certainly ready as she again responded by wriggling her hips back and forth, opening herself to him completely. He knew she was about to climax, her pelvis moving back and forth against his hardness. He felt the early release of fluid, and knew it was time.

Margaret screamed and arched backwards when Charles abruptly grabbed her by both hips and slammed her against him, the length of him feeling like it was tearing its way into her. She gasped, the tears streaming down her face as waves of pleasure swept over her. She collapsed forward onto her arms, closing her eyes and reveling in the sensation of touch and sound. He'd reached all the way in, bruising her cervix as he slowly increased the rhythm and speed, pulling and pushing her harder and harder with each thrust.

She helped by moving with him, her knees and hips relaxing into the pace. She gasped as she felt one hand leave her hips, to once again reach forward. He began stimulating her, hoping to bring her to climax one last time.

The deep groan from within Charles' chest got louder in volume. He was very close, but wanted to bring Margaret with him. He could tell she was close to yet another orgasm, so he slammed into her like a pile-driver, practically lifting her up by the arm wrapped around her abdomen.

"CHARLES!" she screamed as the driving force and even pain overwhelmed her. He shouted her name as well, pausing for an eternity while his senses were short-circuited into a blazing fireball of white light, the ecstasy driving him to thrust powerfully a few more times in completion.

He stood still for what seemed like forever when he'd returned to sanity, holding tightly to her hips. Margaret was leaning on her folded arms, not moving.

"Margaret, are you all right?" he asked, bending down to kiss her on the back.

She didn't say anything for a few moments. Then he heard, muffled by the blankets and her arm, "Oh. My. God." It was all she could say.