Passion. P.F. Kozak

to lie down.” As I settled on the bed, I considered the possibility that I had actually died and gone to heaven. If there is a heaven, I thought, this is what I would want it to be.

      She crawled onto the bed with me. Feeling randy as hell, I asked, “Why don’t you take off your slip and do me some more?” She knelt right in front of me and slowly pulled her slip over her head, practically daring me to take her. But I wasn’t ready yet. “Turn around so I can touch you, too.” She moved her lovely bottom around, bent over and started to tongue me. Sink me twice!

      When I took off my slip, I understood what a stripper must feel when men watch her undress. Ivan actually had his hand on his cock, wanking as he looked at me. I burned all through my body, knowing he desired me. It didn’t matter that I had never been this bold before or that I didn’t understand how this could be happening to me. I felt like a harlot and, God forgive me, I loved it! He made me feel terribly safe, even protected.

      I wanted to make Ivan burn for me the way I burned for him. As I started to bend over to taste him again, he asked me to turn around. I did so and leaned over, my arse up in the air. I knew that his view had to be deliciously indecent. I licked him just as I felt his fingers move into me. I heard myself make a bestial sound that rivaled his.

      I watched her go at me like a hungry calf, all the while rubbing her off. No way in hell did I want to finish this way. We would save that for another time. I smiled with quiet certainty, now believing that there would be more to follow. I stopped her again and pulled her up beside me. I wanted to rest for a few minutes before going on. Otherwise I knew I wouldn’t last worth jimmy shit. She also needed to catch her breath.

      I put my arm around her and pulled her close. I could smell myself on her breath. I kissed her lightly and asked, “Are you all right with everything?”

      “Don’t worry so much, I’m fine.”

      “I want you to enjoy this as much as I am.”

      “I think I am.”

      I moved my hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple. “I want to finish inside of you, if that is all right.” I squeezed a little harder. Her breath caught. I moved closer to her ear and whispered, “I want to feel you moving like you did before. It felt absolutely smashing!”

      “It felt good to me, too.”

      She had her eyes closed, her response barely audible, but I heard it. I knew she had more admitted it to herself than said it to me. I continued to whisper as I fondled her. “It’s fine to let go with me. I know you want to.”

      She opened her eyes and looked at me. I ran my finger across her lower lip. “Are you ready or do you need more time?” No matter what, I had no intention of pushing her. If I hoped to continue seeing her, I knew she had to trust me.

      “I’m ready. Oh, God, yes, I’m ready.”

      I leaned over her to the bedside table and picked up another condom, rolling it on as I had before. She opened herself for me, but I did not lie on top of her. Instead, I lay down on my back beside her. Brushing my hand across the tight curls between her legs, I said, “Why don’t you get on top this time?”

      “Ivan, I’ve never done that. I’m not sure if I can manage it.”

      “We’ll go slowly. You can take all the time you need.” I wanted her to trust me, but I also wanted to look at her. When she humped my hand, I couldn’t believe a woman could be so lost in it. Never before had I seen that. Now, I wanted to see it again, only this time, I wanted to see her riding my cock. “Come on now, try it, I expect you will enjoy it.”

      She knelt beside me and then hesitated. I waited. “Are you sure, Ivan?”

      “I’m sure, Pash.” With some hesitation, she straddled me. She gingerly took hold of my cock. “Don’t concern yourself, sweetheart, it won’t fall off.”

      “Since I do fancy a bit of shag, I would suppose we’ll find out if it will break.” I would have laughed if she hadn’t chosen that very moment to grab me and position the tip at her quim. Instead, I gasped. She had control. I had given it to her.

      Now I paid the price. Instead of mounting me as I expected, she slid my tip over her clit. The warm slickness of her lips made my cock throb. Everything in me wanted to have her flat on her back underneath me, but I held on. If I didn’t follow through with this, she would think me a rotter.

      She stroked herself a few more times, each rub bringing me closer to finishing. Clutching the sheet, I told her, “Pet, if you keep that up, you won’t have your shag.”

      “My, my, how the mighty have fallen! Perhaps I should make you suffer the way you tormented me.” With that, she took my organ and wedged it at her opening. Lowering herself with excruciating care, she slid my cock completely into her body. I twisted the sheet in my hand, trying not to shoot off as her warmth surrounded me.

      “Give me a moment, Pash, just stay still. I am so goddamn close, I’m not going to last worth ruddy Nora if you keep going.”

      Ivan lay there, sweat trickling down his temples into his hair. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. What with the beauty of his chest underneath me and his hardness inside me, he fairly filled me with his masculinity. His potency overwhelmed me.

      When he opened his eyes, he said in a hoarse whisper, “You feel so frigging wonderful!” He put his hands on my hips and took another deep breath. “All right, Redhead, nice and slow until I adjust to this.”

      I started to move as he said, slowly, deliberately. Pretending I had one of my dildos inside me instead of his cock helped me to relax. Raising and lowering myself on his length, I fucked him the same way I masturbated with my toys.

      Knowing he watched me made me so flipping hot. Putting my hands on his chest, I leaned forward, pushing his cock as deeply into myself as I could. “God, Ivan, help me to come, please.”

      I felt his fingers separating my lips, probing, massaging. “Ride me harder, Pash, I can manage it now.” Holding myself steady against his chest, I humped him harder and harder while he rubbed me off. His cock filled me up inside. Every time I rose up and slammed back down on him, my climax edged closer. I rode him wildly, with no modesty and no reservation. All I knew, all I cared about, all I wanted was to come.

      When it hit, it slammed me into an orgasmic wall. “Fuck, yes, Jesus fucking Christ, yes!” My entire body convulsed violently.

      “My God, Passion Flower!” It took all my strength to hold on to her! Never had I experienced a woman so lost in her own orgasm. I rolled over, taking her with me.

      Allowing myself to ride the wave with her, I hammered her spasming cunt, lunging into her again and again. She stayed with me, her pelvis smacking mine, bleeding my balls dry.