The Chalet
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“Sounds like my kind of plan.”
“I thought you’d approve.” I took his hands and placed them on his upper thighs. “While I enjoy the taste and feel of you in my mouth and you know I love to suck you until you can’t help but lose yourself down my throat, I’m warning you now that I won’t be quite ready for you to come just yet.”
“I had a feeling that would be the case.”
“Yes, you’re a very smart man and you know me very, very well.” I kissed the still clothed part of his knee. “Right when you’re getting ready to come, I’ll stand up and straddle you. But before I move any closer, I’ll ask you to check my pussy to make sure I’m wet enough for your cock. Matter of fact, let me check right now.” I ran a finger between my legs and held it to his lips. “What do you think?”
He groaned, but took my finger inside his mouth and gave a gentle suck. “Almost, but not quite.”
“When you check me then, you’ll have to be very thorough.”
“I’ll double and triple check.”
“Good, because you could really hurt someone with that thing if you weren’t careful.”
He gave a half snort, half grunt.
“And then, only when you say I’m ready, I’ll lower myself down onto your waiting cock. Going slowly, to make sure I’m as ready and prepared as you said I was.” I closed my eyes and could almost feel him at my entrance. “You feel so big and thick pushing inside me that I wonder, just for a minute, if I can take all of you. But then you take me by the hips and force yourself inside with one hard push.”
“Fuck, Abby.”
“I gasp at the sensation of having you buried so deep inside me, but you decide to take over and you hold my hips still and you thrust up and into me over and over. And you’re fucking me as hard and as fast and as deep as you can and I’m locked in place above you, only able to close my eyes and take that massive dick pounding into my body.”
“I’m getting ready to show you just how hard and fast and deep this massive dick can pound that dirty talking body.”
I loved it when I drove him to the edge, so with a wicked smile, I continued. “It feels so good and I whisper in your ear, ‘Harder, I need it harder.’ So you slow your thrusts down a bit, but only so you can control them better and make sure you’re fucking me with as much force as you possibly can.”
“Going to do you so fucking hard.”
“And then I feel my orgasm approach and you reach between our bodies and rub my clit and I can’t hold my release at bay anymore and I come hard right as you push one last time and come with a roar.”
I was weak with desire and so aroused I feared a mere touch would set me off. Nathaniel probably felt about the same: his hands were back on his cock and he was breathing a bit heavier than normal. It took all my strength to turn from him and say, “I think I’ll finish my hot chocolate now.”
My hand hadn’t reached for the mug before I was on my back on the rug with Nathaniel looming over me. Somehow, he’d managed to lose his pants. “Damn hot chocolate can wait. I have to be inside you right the fuck now.”
He pushed into me with one solid thrust and didn’t wait before he starting moving his hips, rocking deep inside me.
“Going to come this time hard and fast,” he said as he kept pounding into me. “Then we’re going to go upstairs and reenact that little scenario you just described.” He was silent for several seconds, working himself in and out of my body. “I may decide to take a dinner break, because we’ll need to regain our strength for after dinner.”
My climax was hard and swift, building and cresting almost at the same time, and leaving me breathless, after. Nathaniel’s must have been the same, because by the time my breathing returned to normal, he was rolling to his back, dragging me to rest on top of him.
“What happens after dinner?” I asked, propping myself up on his chest and running a finger around his nipple.
He took my hand and kissed each finger, one at a time. “After dinner is when I gather you to my side and kiss every inch of your body. And in the second before my lips touch your skin, I’ll whisper so softly you won’t be able to hear, nonsensical things that only our souls understand.”
I lowered my head to his and our lips came together in a gentle kiss. A stark contrast to the urgent and demanding way our bodies had come together moments before.
“I like the thought of that,” I said, pulling back slightly.
“I thought you’d approve.” I took his hands and placed them on his upper thighs. “While I enjoy the taste and feel of you in my mouth and you know I love to suck you until you can’t help but lose yourself down my throat, I’m warning you now that I won’t be quite ready for you to come just yet.”
“I had a feeling that would be the case.”
“Yes, you’re a very smart man and you know me very, very well.” I kissed the still clothed part of his knee. “Right when you’re getting ready to come, I’ll stand up and straddle you. But before I move any closer, I’ll ask you to check my pussy to make sure I’m wet enough for your cock. Matter of fact, let me check right now.” I ran a finger between my legs and held it to his lips. “What do you think?”
He groaned, but took my finger inside his mouth and gave a gentle suck. “Almost, but not quite.”
“When you check me then, you’ll have to be very thorough.”
“I’ll double and triple check.”
“Good, because you could really hurt someone with that thing if you weren’t careful.”
He gave a half snort, half grunt.
“And then, only when you say I’m ready, I’ll lower myself down onto your waiting cock. Going slowly, to make sure I’m as ready and prepared as you said I was.” I closed my eyes and could almost feel him at my entrance. “You feel so big and thick pushing inside me that I wonder, just for a minute, if I can take all of you. But then you take me by the hips and force yourself inside with one hard push.”
“Fuck, Abby.”
“I gasp at the sensation of having you buried so deep inside me, but you decide to take over and you hold my hips still and you thrust up and into me over and over. And you’re fucking me as hard and as fast and as deep as you can and I’m locked in place above you, only able to close my eyes and take that massive dick pounding into my body.”
“I’m getting ready to show you just how hard and fast and deep this massive dick can pound that dirty talking body.”
I loved it when I drove him to the edge, so with a wicked smile, I continued. “It feels so good and I whisper in your ear, ‘Harder, I need it harder.’ So you slow your thrusts down a bit, but only so you can control them better and make sure you’re fucking me with as much force as you possibly can.”
“Going to do you so fucking hard.”
“And then I feel my orgasm approach and you reach between our bodies and rub my clit and I can’t hold my release at bay anymore and I come hard right as you push one last time and come with a roar.”
I was weak with desire and so aroused I feared a mere touch would set me off. Nathaniel probably felt about the same: his hands were back on his cock and he was breathing a bit heavier than normal. It took all my strength to turn from him and say, “I think I’ll finish my hot chocolate now.”
My hand hadn’t reached for the mug before I was on my back on the rug with Nathaniel looming over me. Somehow, he’d managed to lose his pants. “Damn hot chocolate can wait. I have to be inside you right the fuck now.”
He pushed into me with one solid thrust and didn’t wait before he starting moving his hips, rocking deep inside me.
“Going to come this time hard and fast,” he said as he kept pounding into me. “Then we’re going to go upstairs and reenact that little scenario you just described.” He was silent for several seconds, working himself in and out of my body. “I may decide to take a dinner break, because we’ll need to regain our strength for after dinner.”
My climax was hard and swift, building and cresting almost at the same time, and leaving me breathless, after. Nathaniel’s must have been the same, because by the time my breathing returned to normal, he was rolling to his back, dragging me to rest on top of him.
“What happens after dinner?” I asked, propping myself up on his chest and running a finger around his nipple.
He took my hand and kissed each finger, one at a time. “After dinner is when I gather you to my side and kiss every inch of your body. And in the second before my lips touch your skin, I’ll whisper so softly you won’t be able to hear, nonsensical things that only our souls understand.”
I lowered my head to his and our lips came together in a gentle kiss. A stark contrast to the urgent and demanding way our bodies had come together moments before.
“I like the thought of that,” I said, pulling back slightly.
