Strength

"Strength"

She sat there on the floor lost in thought as Damien Rice’s The Blower’s Daughter played and echoed through the nearly empty house.  The only light in the room came from a single candle whose flame rose high and flickered every so often casting long shadows on the now barren walls.  Recent events had sent her world spinning out of control and now here she sat alone and lost with just a radio on the floor, a T.V. on a milk crate and an overused loveseat.  She needed something to ground her, something to show her she forges her own path.  That’s why she called him.  Moments ago her head was swimming and eyes brimming with tears.  She refused to let a single one fall.  She pushed aside the burning questions of what next and decided tomorrow she would deal with that.  Today, right now, she was in control.

A soft rap came at the door and she rose from her knees at the center of the room and padded barefoot to open it.  She did so only a crack at first.  Peering through it, her soft green eyes landed on him and her heart skipped.  He stood there quietly with obvious concern on his face and waited.  He didn’t want to push her in any way.  The call was her decision and he was there for her even though this was the last place he should have been.

She forced a smile up at him and simply said “hey” as she opened the door for him.  As he stepped through into the shadows he looked her over. His breath caught. He never grew tired of her simple beauty.  Now it was even more accentuated as she stood there backlit by the candlelight.  A soft yellow camisole tank top rested against her breast and the only other thing she wore were faded pink lace boy cut panties.  She was gorgeous he thought to himself.  As she eyeballed him back the silence was broken by yet another Damien Rice song, “All the Animals Were Gone”.  He recognized it instantly because not too long ago when he was in a dark place it was on a continual loop at his home.  He made an effort to speak but before a sound could escape him her fingers were on his lips and she shushed him. Sliding her hand from his mouth down across his chest she took his hand in hers and led him to the love seat. 

When they reached it he turned to face her.  He searched for a clue, a reason she had asked him here.  The hurt in her eyes seemed to fade a bit from when he first got there but it was still there just below the surface.  He did not want to make it come back so he waited.  She stood leaning into his neck nuzzling him and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her.   She could smell the lingering of this morning’s cologne on him. It was the best time to smell him.  His own scent mingled with the remnants of Drakar and she felt comforted.  Moments passed with solemn music softly wailing and then she found her courage.  Stepping away from him she reached for the buckle on his jeans.  He made a sound to object but she quickly shushed him again standing on her tip toes kissing him ever so slightly on his lips.  They were soft and dry and as she pulled away with his arms dropping to his side he instinctively licked his lips tasting and savoring the lingering flavor of her cherry chapstick.

With her eyes locked on his she went back to his buckle loosening it. Never once taking her eyes off of his she managed to get the button and lower his zipper.  Slowly she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, keeping her gaze strong on him as she lowered his jeans.  “I should stop her” he thought to himself but stood there, entranced by her green eyes, wanting it to happen.   A sad but adorable smile crossed her lips again as she ran her hand along the seam of his boxer briefs.  There was a slight pause in the air.   Even the music had stopped as it searched for the next song.  This was the point of no return. They both knew it and held their breaths collectively.

As the next song kicked in on the radio so did her determination.  She thought to herself I know what I want and fished his rigid cock out of his boxers.  A gasp escaped his lips as she did this and it brought a knowing smile to her face.  She admired his six inch girthy cock and as she slowly examined his dick she placed soft dry kisses all over it from the tip to the base.  Bringing it back to face her she could see the glisten of his pre-cum oozing slightly from the tip of his engorged purple helmet.  Her tongue darted out connecting with his slit taking the cum onto her tongue’s tip. She quickly swallowed it tasting his salty sweetness as he winced. This is what she needed.   The salty flavor charged her inner beast and like a lioness with her prey she pounced, taking the length of his shaft quickly and entirely into her soft velvety wet mouth.  Now it was his turn to be lost, but a different lost.  As she bobbed up and down on his cock slathering it with her spit, sucking with ferocity, he could only think one thing.  “Please don’t cum…Please god don’t let me cum already”.  As her pace picked up so did his breathing and his focus. He loved the sensation and did not want it to stop.  It seemed with each passing second she grew hungrier and more determined to be rewarded for her efforts.  He looked down at this sexy woman with her hair tossed to the side and smiled as he watched her sucking his cock like it was pure sugar.

Just when he thought he could take no more and he was at the edge, the point of no return, his hips began to buck and he was about to explode she pulled off of him quick.  With a sudden movement she gripped the base of his cock in a hard, strong, almost painful hold.  It was cruel and so amazing all at once.  His need to cum ceased.  She had taken him right to the very edge of sanity and brought him back.  His animal was still in there, a beast yet to be released.  As he stood there with his still rigid cock inches from her mouth he tried to fathom what had just happened.  She rocked back on her knees, sitting on her heels smiling up at him.  She knew exactly what she had done.  She was good and proud of it.  She swiped a bit of what seeped from his swollen head and licked it off her finger while smiling up at him.  His dick jumped at the sight.  Slowly she rose to stand yet again in front of him.  She pressed in close on him, again on her tip toes and kissed him.  He was aware that he could taste a bit of himself on her tongue but didn’t care.  He was hungry for her.  He was hers to do as she wished and they both knew it.

She leaned further into him with her hands sliding to his chest.  His cock rested pressed up against her bare belly for few moments before she pushed him backwards, hard. For a moment he was lost, confused unaware of his surroundings and a loud “Whoa…what…” escaped his lips as he flopped awkwardly onto the love seat.  Again she shushed him.  She did not want words to spoil this.  Well at least not his words or hers.  The melancholy music was enough noise for these passing moments.  As he adjusted himself in the chair she just stared at him admiring the view.  He sat on the edge of the seat, pants around his ankles, cock standing straight out and she thought to herself how perfect this would be.  Slowly she walked forward till his knees and hers touched.  She just stared down at him with a hungry longing look as if she were sizing him up for her next meal.  She began to turn slowly in front of him.  Eventually her back was too him and she didn’t bother to look back.  He was unsure what to do.  He loved seeing her right in front of his cock just standing there in her yellow midriff cammy and nice tight panties but should he be here now he thought to himself.  His libido kicked in and he no longer cared.  As she turned to look back at him he reached up to touch her.  She quickly swatted his hands away.  It was clear. He was not to move.

She bent over in front of him and his eyes grew large like saucers as she began to peel away her panties revealing a swollen wet cunt.  She had the perfect pussy. It was the kind that was puffy in all the right spots and no matter what angle you saw it from, front, back, side, wherever, you wanted to taste it, to feel it sliding along your cock.  Looking back at him she smiled.  She spread her legs a bit and reached under herself rubbing her swollen clit.  He watched as she spread her juices around slickening her opening.  It seemed like forever passed as she moaned and played with herself. In reality it was just a few seconds.  As she gazed back at him she took her other hand and reached for his cock.  He gasped as she made contact.  “This is really happening” he thought to himself as she began to sit back. His heart raced as she guided his hard willing cock into her opening.  As his dick made contact with her cunt she shuddered a bit. She was still looking back at him as she slowly lowered herself onto him.  She slid his entire length into her inch by inch until she sat against him, his thighs on her ass, cock buried to the base.  Slowly she began to grind in small circular motions and he raised his hands resting them on her hips.  There is no way they would stop now, they were fucking, or rather she was fucking him.

Slowly she ground into him never moving up or down more than an inch.  She enjoyed how full he made her feel.  Another small shudder coursed over her body causing the small hairs on her arm to stand up.  When this happened her pussy clenched down on his cock which responded in turn by throbbing. She could feel him pulsate and swell as he was inside her.  She smiled to herself lost in slight ecstasy. She had already cum twice and she was just getting started.  She took off her now damp camisole and began to make larger circular swoops allowing his cock to give and take more than just an inch at a time.  He tried to push up into her, to thrust, and she slowed a bit again showing him it was her who was in control.  Looking back at him she smiled wickedly and he just sighed leaning back, tortured and yet loving every moment of it with hands on her hips.  She again began to circle wide and pick up the pace and as she did this she leaned back toward him. He quickly rose against her and she shook her head no still smiling.  Moving her hands to his she slid them of her and let them fall to his sides.  He again slumped back as she rode his cock, her wetness now running down her leg and onto him.  Resting there and eyeing him with his cock still inside her she began to rock up and down with more purpose, no longer circular motions. She was now riding his dick but not allowing him to thrust into her.  This was all about her. She would set the speed, the deepness; the entire event was hers to dictate.  She no longer rested on his legs.  She was now in a full squatting position going faster and faster, up and down on his cock and each time he tried to move she slowed, showing him that if he wanted to fuck it would be her way or none.  She never took her green eyes off of him; the hunger in them seemed to grow as she fucked him harder and faster.  Desire was evident.  As the flame danced and music played all he could do is watch as this vixen rode him the way she wanted to ride him or any man for that matter.  He was her willing source of release.  He enjoyed the wet feel of her cunt as it gripped him trying to coax out an offering.

She turned her head away from him, confident now that he would not move, and she focused on herself.  Slowing the pace she raised her arms running her hands over her sides tickling them as he wanted.  She massaged her own tits tweaking her nipples just as she liked them to be tweaked.  She knew just the right way to touch herself, to touch her body.  She then raised her hands and ran them through her hair slowly while tossing her head back and moaning slightly.  She only needed his dick nothing else.  He watched her in disbelief, grunting softly and panting as she still continued to ride his cock.  His need to cum approached quickly and he thrust up throbbing into her.  She stopped completely and instantly; staring back at him coldly with her hands still in her hair.  It was as if she knew he was on the edge.  She smiled lowering her hands to her side and then in front of her.  As she did this she lowered her whole body bending over at the hips with him still inside of her, never breaking eye contact but barely moving.  He was on the edge tortured but it subsided just a bit.  The music stopped and there they were frozen.  It was a sight to see.  After a few moments the music found and new song and began playing, who knows who or what it was, and she slowly began backing into him again. It was sort of a standing doggy style but she was doing all the work.  Just as he felt he could go on without cumming he felt her hands on his balls.  “That’s where they disappeared to” he thought to himself enjoying it as she massaged his testicles.  The various pleasurable feelings she provided were nearly impossible to keep track of.  She was slick and wet as she glided back and forth slowly on him all the while she worked his sac artfully.  This was sex he would never forget.  As she picked up her pace again now thrusting in and out of herself he began to squirm and she knew it would not belong before he would cum.  She wanted it to happen but not just yet. As he neared his peak yet again she jumped off of him quickly spinning around and kneeling in front of him.  As series of emotions flooded his face, she smiled and again, this time with much more force, grabbed his cock at the base squeezing with all her might. The sheer shock of the situation caused him to amp down a bit.  That and coupled with the fact she had his dick in a strangle hold he did not cum.  She was quite the expert at prolonging sex.  She squatted there one hand clamped down hard on his cock and one hand between her legs tickling her clit.  She stared at him smiling.  He merely whispered between pants “You are so cruel” and then he smiled also.

Once she was sure he had recovered his composure she stood up with her hand still tight on his dick.  “Stand up please” she whispered. He did as he was told.  She then led him away from the love seat using his cock as if it were a leash.  He willingly and desperately followed her like a puppy dog.  She came to the center of the room where there lay a worn circular rug.  “Lay down” she insisted and he did.  He could feel the wool or roughness of the rug on his backside but he did not care.  As he lay there she walked away from him toward the radio and candles.  The way the light flickered and accentuated her curves made his now almost sore cock throb a bit.  He winced with need; a need to be with her and an overwhelming need to cum.  He ran his hands over his dick stroking it softly as he watched her.  She changed the music on the radio but he was oblivious to what was playing.  He was focused on her and her curves.  She was a languid and pale but perfectly so.  The porcelain of her thighs begged to be tasted and teased and oh how he wanted to but that was for another time, maybe.  As she walked back toward him with mischief in her eyes and desire on her mouth he realized what she intended to do.  First kneeling on the floor next him then eventually nearly laying beside him he watched her hand and the candle it held.  He was about to object or at least say something when she covered his mouth with hers.  Whatever thoughts he had were gone the moment she kissed him.  Rising to her knees she turned around and at the same time and straddled him.  Slowly she backed herself up on top of him till her wet dripping pussy was mere inches away from his face.  He did not need to be told what to do next as he extended his tongue toward her cunt.  The second he made contact she moaned loudly. Her flavor exploded on his tongue as he began exploring her folds and focusing on her clit.  She was the perfect combination of salt, sweet and sweat.  He loved the way she tasted and he teased her pussy with his mouth as she ground her cunt into him.  The candle was forgotten.

She grasped his cock with her hand as he fucked her with his mouth.  She spit into her hand and returned to stroking him ensuring a nice wet glide.  Suddenly he was brought back to earth as a searing and warming sensation hit his belly and groin.  He pulled away from her cunt unsure what to do and she stroked him harder while leaning in and blowing on the hot wax that was now cooling on his skin.  The sensation was confusing and amazing at the same time.  As this occurred she continued to stroke his manhood.  She never let go of his cock as she slid off of him again turning to face him.  She lowered her head as she gripped his slick wet shaft and began licking and kissing his chest. She swirled her tongue along his nipples and he grunted approval.  Slowly she spilled a bit of more of the candle wax on him, this time higher on his chest, but now he was prepared and seemingly willing.  As she watched his reaction they stared hard into one another’s eyes.  He could almost swear her pupils were pulsing growing larger and darker to the point where the green of her eyes were merely thin rings.  She smiled bringing the candle to her lips and making a deliberate point blowing it out.  Setting it to the side on the floor she hopped up an on him straddling him again, sitting on his stomach, this time facing him.  He could feel her mound on his belly as her hands rested on his chest.  They stayed this way for a while, eyes locked not saying a word or making a sound, just breathing, watching and feeling the rise and fall of each other’s breaths, simply enjoying the view.

After a few moments of nothing she slid back on him grabbing for his dick with her hands.  She guided him into her opening and slowly she lowered her self onto him.  His dick pulsed as it slipped inch by inch into her.  She knew that he needed to cum so she was set to unleash the primal lover in her.  Rising onto her knees above him she began to rock back into him slowly easing his cock in and out of her tight and very wet pussy.  She shuddered as he stared back at her, their juices running down her legs pooling beneath her.  This was her favorite position.  She was in total control and was able to watch his every reaction while doing as she pleased.  As she lifted off and slid back down on his cock over and over she watched his eyes glaze over as he bit his lip and focused on her fucking him.  He was about to cum and she moaned softly “Yes, cum for me”.  She picked up the pace now moving into a near feverish fuck, pounding hard as his thighs smacked her ass.  She lifted off his cock and slammed back down on him hard and quick.  Leaning forward, her hands on his chest for support while her tits bounced wildly she fucked him as fast as she could. He began grunting and pushing back into her, meeting her every thrust and buck.  “Cum inside of me” she now demanded.  She wanted to feel him cum as she herself was nearing an epic orgasm.  She felt his entire body tense and flex under her.  She was raised off the ground as he thrust into her nearly screaming and then he exploded.  Throbbing into her she felt it as ropes of hot sticky cum coated her pussy walls.  This sent her over the edge and she too tensed and tightened.  Her body was rocked with an intense sensation and they both froze locked in a peak together.  As he continued to spew his load of cum in her, his dick pulsing, filling her to the brim with seed, it began to ooze out of her and run down her thighs.  She collapsed on top of him as her cunt continued to milk him, clenching and squeezing every last ounce of white creamy goodness out of him.  She lay there on top of him as he relaxed and grew soft inside of her.  Still her hungry pussy wanted more clenching at his shrinking dick.  Soon it was quiet.  The radio was silent. She lay heaped on top of him with her eyes closed.  The only sound to be heard was their shallow breathing.

As he lay there with her collapsed on top of him confused by what just happened the music began playing yet another Damien Rice song “Delicate”.  He smiled at the irony, considering the timing of the words and how they matched the situation.  It seems she too was listening.  No one said anything as she rose from on top of him and went to the couch.  She gathered his clothes and as he stood she handed them to him.  Quietly she rose on her tip toes one more time and kissed him on his jaw.  He was speechless as she turned and walked out of the room and down the hall naked.  A few seconds later he heard her bedroom door close.  Quietly he got dressed as Damien’s “Volcano” came on.  He went to the door and let himself out.

She stood at her bedroom door waiting, listening, a single tear running down her cheek.  When the familiar sound of her front door clicking shut echoed through the house she quickly rushed out to the front door staring out the small window in it watching him leave.  He slowly walked away and she couldn’t help but think “What have I done?”  Turning she looked the room over. It was the same.  The radio remained on the floor, the T.V. on a milk crate, the now used a bit more loveseat, the candles bouncing, nothing had changed not even the ache in her heart.  She walked naked to the radio determined to make something different.  She picked a new song to play and sat on the floor staring at the candles.  She laughed when Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good” began to pierce the silence. When the words “It’s a new dawn it’s a new day it’s a new life for me” rang out she found her center, her strength.   Determined not wallow in her past she stood blowing out the candles and flipping the light switch on the wall on.  The room was bathed in an almost searing bright white light.  Smiling to herself, she found her phone and dialed a friend; it was time to set this town on fire she thought to herself and as the phone rang she cranked Nina up a little bit louder.

By
Thomas Aiden