Chapter 4

Dino's POV

Take Her, She's Yours

I am looking at a naked woman in her own bed.

And there's a seductive smile on her face, so much unlike the astonishment on my face.

"Warned you, didn't I?" she says.

"Not when you put it the way you did, no."

"Put that down," her hand points above my head. I notice that I'm still holding her leggings in my hands. I dropped it immediately.

"Now that you're here, how about we make it look like a one night stand?"

"You're drunk."

"You keep repeating that like it's the only defense you have."

"It isn't right to take advantage of a woman filled with booze."

"Well, I'm giving my consent. So stop your whining and let's have some fun. You look a bit high yourself."

"Not like you."

"Thanks," she says and sits up. Her head stops at my chest and she easily fiddles with a button, exposes a part of my chest, and plants a kiss on it. My brain melts down when she uses her tongue to lick the the line dividing my chest. The feeling is unearthly, and I lack words to describe it. I don't know why I'm suddenly feeling aroused in front of a naked drunk lady in her bed. "Don't tell me you don't want this, because I do."

"Of course," I tell her. "Just to fulfill your fantasies."

The lady I call Lillian keeps trailing my tongue all over my midsection like she's searching for my softest spot to exploit. She travels lower and I feel something rush to my genitals.

I can't hold this feeling anymore.

My shirt comes off and I'm fighting with my belt. There's nothing in my head that tells me this is a bad idea. I begin to believe that my thoughts are being clouded by my desire to... expunge.

Is this the word?

I stare at her face, beautiful and flushed with passion. For a moment, it feels like she's in control of her actions, and that I am meant to believe this. My hands fall upon her shoulders and fingers behind trailing lines along her very smooth skin. Just the sight of this now makes me swallow.

"You're beautiful," she gasps.

I sigh. This is the first time a woman has told me that I'm beautiful. "How?" I ask.

"You've got a great... body. And your taste is exquisite," she says, and laughs. "I want to taste all of you. And you know where I'm going to concentrate?"

"Where?" I croak.

One finger on the tip of my hardened dick, "Here."

Almost immediately, Lillian's mouth covered the head of my member. The warmth sends me crazy. I groan. Make fists to shelter the passion within. As she sucks me, her hand plays with my balls. Rubbing them and mesmerizing the sense out of me.

I move my hands behind her head and take control of the motion. We'll, since she's drunk, she literally follows my pace. I make it faster, pushing her head back and forth. When I release her, she takes her mouth off my member and swallows the spit. Looks up at me and smiles. Then she lies back down and spreads her legs open like butter.

"I am going to be very disappointed in you if you don't give me multiple orgasms," says Lillian.

"That is a tall order," I say and position myself in between her thighs. "First time?" 

"I need ten minutes of your time then," she says with a smile.

"How do you want it?" I ask her, before I can stop myself. I'm planning to go slow.

"Don't just make my pussy cry, make me cry."

Entering her, she's wetter than I thought. No holds, no barriers. It's like I'm cutting water. I grunt.

"You like it?"

"You are very wet," is all I say.

"Sounds like a good thing, right?"

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"Oh, lemme see. Six months ago," she replies, and I find it very hard to believe this. She wouldn't be so open. She would be tight.

I thrust upwards and in no time, she begins to respond to my thrusts. I've learnt, with experience, that thrusting upwards during missionary style makes the woman feel like she's flying without wings. Then her encouragement started coming. It's like some web of temptation.

"Oh, dear... This... This is so sweet… I'm on cloud nine… Ugh... Go faster... Faster... Harder... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck me... That's it... Yeah... My pussy is yours... Have at it... Your way... Hit it however you like... I won't complain..."

Then she begins to cry, and the walls of her pussy begin to contract. She's so wet that the sweetness of it all gets to me and every contraction, every pull prepares my own release.

Shit. Shit. Shit. This isn't how I planned it.

Her head is in her hands. Her legs begin to shake. And so do I.

"Look like... I'm going to come."

"Don't you dare release right now," she snaps. "Stop," her palms are against my albs.

She looks up at me and I see that she's in a lot of pleasure. "It's just the first round," I say, in a manner of defense.

"How many rounds can you go?"

"How many are you expecting?"

"Not sure. Until I can't take it any more."

I raise my eyebrows. "You're talking about four to six orgasms."

She licks her lips. "I look forward to that. Now, fuck me hard before you splash. Let those hits keep me company till your dick resurrects"

So I plough into her like I've never done before. Raise her legs and thrust hard, upwards and full. She opens her mouth and cries. She contracts and the pull gets to me again. This time, I don't stop, I just keep at it. Her head isn't in her hands this time. They are spread out on the sheets, and her fingers are trying to tear them apart. I'm glad those didn't find their way to my back.

Lillian is shaking like an engine on a bad day. My insides get ready to shoot out.

"I'm going to come."

She nods. "Inside me. Yeah... yeah... yeah..."

It's when she says the last 'yeah' that I realize she's going to come too. So I hold myself for a second or two and when she puts one hand behind my back and holds me tight, I empty myself inside her, quaking, as I keep thrusting. 

When we're done, I fall on her. She held my head in her arms. "Fuck, this was good." 

I say nothing. 

"Drained already. Are you this good?" 

"Am I?" 

"You're exceptional. I've never been fucked this way before. Where the hell have you been?" 

"Still want another round?" 

"This one round takes care of multiple orgasms. I'll sleep now. But you can wake me up at night if you feel like you can't help it." 

"I will," I say.