Authors: Tessie Bradford
Sensations (6 page)
"Yes, yes, eat my pussy!"
Vivian fumbled with the button of Paul's jeans. She felt him helping her, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the action in front of her. He pressed his erection into her hand.
Beth squeezed her breasts together, tugging roughly on her nipples. Vivian whimpered when Paul exposed her breasts and mimicked the other woman's movements. Len gave a running commentary as he thrust with ever increasing speed into Beth's body. She started to pant.
Recognizing her pained expression as the precursor to orgasm, Viv pumped Paul's cock up and down while sending her own hand down to her throbbing pussy. She teased her opening, gathering her juices, then focused on her clit. Her hips bucked.
"Show me how you pleasure yourself.” Viv spread her legs when Paul flung aside the lower portion of her robe. “God, you're gorgeous. That's it, darlin', you're so close, harder, faster."
The combination of his decadent encouragement while she watched Beth reach her release sent her careening over the edge. Viv writhed in complete abandon, carried along on waves of pure ecstasy. He added his fingers to hers, drawing out the intensity.
She finally collapsed against his chest, keeping a tight hold on his straining cock as she closed her eyes and fought to regain her breath. Vivian was desperate to fuck him, but wasn't certain she could completely let go of all of her inhibitions and fully experience what he was so freely offering her.
"You're not going to want to miss this, darlin',” Paul said, coaxing her with gentle fingers on her chin to again watch Len and Beth.
Beth now sat in the closest mound of pillows on the floor as Len stood towering above her. He yanked his black T-shirt off and tossed it aside. Intricate tattoos decorated his entire upper body, accentuating the broadness of his back and the muscles along his arms and shoulders. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down his hips. Vivian gasped right along with Beth at the sight of his engorged, tattooed cock.
"Honey bun, did I mention that I'm pretty damn sure this is Miss Vivian's first time?"
"Ah, hell, you know you didn't,” Beth moaned, reaching forward. Len captured both her wrists in one hand.
"I don't remember giving you permission to touch,” he said, leering down at her.
"
Please
, Lenny, I need that big boy so bad."
"Trust me, you're going to get it, but what a selfish little thing you are. Here Paul is allowing us to share this very special time with him and Miss Vivian, and you want to rush straight to your own gratification.” He made clicking noises with his tongue and shook his head. “I think an apology is in order."
"I'm sorry,” she said, hanging her head.
"Good girl.” Len let go of her wrists. “Now roll over, Elizabeth, and get that ass in the air.” Vivian pumped Paul's cock and struggled to breathe as Beth flipped onto her tummy and rearranged pillows. Len knelt between her legs, pushing them wide open with his knees. He grasped his penis at the base and rubbed all along Beth's dripping slit. He gave a few quick teasing strokes, then pushed the bulbous head inside her. He grabbed onto her hips and began slowly inching forward.
Hearing them talk about her, seeing Beth's pussy stretch and her juices glistening on his length, and feeling Paul's cock twitch in her hand, Vivian was no longer content to simply observe.
"Condom?"
"In my back pocket."
Approval, desire, tenderness—the emotions evident in Paul's expression—filled Vivian with a confidence she'd never experienced. She got up off of his lap and divested him of his pants as quickly as possible. He lifted up his ass so she could tug down the denim, but remained seated on the couch, obviously understanding how important it was to her to initiate their lovemaking. Viv tore open the foil packet and rolled the latex down his penis. When she moved to get back on his lap, Paul stopped her with a hand on her thigh.
"Lose the robe, Vivian.” Her heart thudded in her chest. With shaking fingers, but no hesitation, she did what he asked. The sensation of cool satin sliding down her back, over her ass, and down her thighs was sinfully erotic. Paul held out his arms. “Come here, darlin', I can't wait another second."
Viv gasped when she straddled Paul's hips and discovered the many views afforded by the perfectly placed mirrors. She smiled shyly at Beth and Len then concentrated her attention on Paul's reflection as she slowly lowered herself.
"Oh my God,” she whispered, clutching his shoulders when he spread her ass cheeks and angled her forward, causing her clit to make contact with his groin. Her inner muscles tensed at the jolt of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” His fingers clenched in her flesh. “Look at how perfectly we fit together, Vivian.” She quivered when he pushed upward. “Ride me."
"Like this?” she asked, lifting up and down at a snail's pace.
A sense of playfulness rushed through her. They were on display. Who knew how many were watching? Paul had said she was free to indulge all of her desires, and right now, she wanted to drive him mad with need.
"Whatever works for you, darlin',” he said, crossing his hands behind his head. His slightly pained expression was in direct contrast to his casual pose, and she called him on it with a questioning smirk at his reflection.
"Slow and easy,” she murmured, watching herself fuck him. His cock was thick, hard, and wet with her cream. Seeing it disappear into her body, her pussy lips gliding along its length, both their expressions as they made love was beautiful. Knowing others were witnessing the same pushed Vivian to heights beyond her wildest imaginings.
She watched Len. He held her gaze and grinned. Viv realized he was fucking Beth in time with her movements on Paul! She lifted almost all the way off, and Len pulled almost all the way out. She sat down, and he held himself deep. She toyed with her boobs, and he flicked his nipple rings, laughing.
"We can play this game, too,” Beth said, smacking Len's ass.
"Hell yes, we can."
Seeing it coming, Viv squealed and tensed a millisecond before Paul's swat landed on her left butt cheek. The sting, the sound, the look of rapture on his face as she watched him looking at the pink on her behind, unleashed something deep within her. Vivian grasped onto his shoulders and let loose, bouncing up and down at a fevered pace.
"God damn it, yes, fuck me,” she heard Paul chant as he gripped her ass, helping her. She was mindless with need. When her eyelids fluttered closed, he slapped her rear again. “Watch."
She struggled to focus, then went wide-eyed at the tableau of the reflection of her fucking Paul while Len pounded into Beth. Somehow, they were all looking at each other, but still intimate in their own acts.
"
Paul,
” she cried, suddenly afraid of the intensity building inside her.
"It's you and me, darlin', our fantasies, our pleasure.” His assurance was all and exactly what she needed. Vivian soared on wave after wave of pure bliss as she and Paul exploded together.
"I'm going to be moving funny for at least a week,” Viv chuckled, sitting down in the chair in Paul's office to slip on her shoes.
"The massage didn't help?” Paul asked, laying his large hand on her shoulder.
"It was heavenly, but she didn't attend to all my tender areas.” She grinned up at him.
"Damn straight, that's what I'm here for."
Paul winced, and Viv felt horrible that she hadn't been able to disguise her flash of disappointment. This was exactly what she'd worried about while they got dressed. The last two days had been incredible, beyond her wildest dreams, but what happened now? She'd tried her best to live in the moment, cherish her time with him, and not think about the future, but she'd failed miserably. It was so easy for her to picture spending her life with this man, raising a family, growing old together. Convention be damned, she was in love with Paul Landis.
He rolled a chair close, sat down, and gathered her hands in his. “Vivian, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
"It's okay,” she said, embarrassed when her voice quivered. The last thing she wanted to do was end their time together on a sour note. He'd come right out and said he'd thought about her over their years apart, that he felt their compatibility was more than physical, but he'd made no promises. The reality of where things might go when the weekend ended had never come up.
"No, it is not.” He looked at her with such emotion shining in his eyes, Vivian's heart began to race. “Do you remember our little discussion about Carol and Colin's whirlwind romance?” She nodded her head. “Your skepticism came out loud and clear, and I didn't want to scare you off by telling you what I'm feeling.” His grip on her fingers intensified. “The other night, Colin took a dig at me for sucking at relationships, and he was right. For a long time, all I wanted was fun and games. Owning
Sensations
has its perks."
"Obviously,” she interrupted with a smirk. He tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, but his expression remained serious.
"But over the last few years, I've felt an emptiness growing. Sex without emotional involvement is just sex, the pleasure fades quickly. Sure, I've done a lot of living since we worked together, but no woman has ever affected me the way you did then, and still do now, darlin'. Two people don't connect as quickly and deeply as we have unless they've got something real special going on.” He lifted her hands and kissed them softly. “I don't care how crazy it sounds, but I know without a doubt we're meant for each other. Vivian, I'm in love with you."
She launched herself at him with such speed, his chair rolled back to crash against the desk. Somehow, he kept them from falling to the floor as Vivian cried and laughed and kissed him until they were both breathless.
"I love you too, Paul!” She stroked her fingers along his neck. “Damn, Carol's never going to let me live this down."
"I guarantee you that one day, all four of us will be entertaining our grand kids with stories of our unconventional courtships,” he said, holding her tightly.
"Minus a few details, I hope."
Tessie Bradford is a wife, mother and grandmother who works full-time outside of the home, and tries very hard to keep her hours of drudgery inside the home to the barest minimum. When she's not creating steamy stories for the characters living in her head, she may be reading a book, yelling at the TV during a football game, comforting a scared animal at the local shelter, or dancing in the aisles at a heavy metal concert!
She loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.tessiebradford.com
and www.sevensexyscribes.blogspot.com.
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