[MF oral, str8] [MF oral] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part IX – In Service of Desire

The two thugs in the back looked uncertain, and the leader scowled at me. “The Chovihani will not entertain your foolishness. Leave this place.”
I took a step toward him, getting ready to say something rude. He reached back, grasping some weapon he had behind himself. It looked like things were going to get ugly, but before either one of us could act, the flimsy screen door of the trailer behind him banged open.
“The Chovihani will see whomever she pleases,” said a voice from inside the trailer. It sounded like someone’s great grandmother, but the men all froze as if they were being scolded by a columbian druglord. “Come in. Leave your man behind. We will have words.”
Chris shot me a look that said he would push back if I wanted him to. I took a second to appreciate that; I hadn’t even told him why we were here, and yet he was willing to charge in for me. I shook my head, then took a step forward.
The three men stepped aside and I walked between them, climbing the three rotting wooden steps to the trailer’s entrance. I took a second to gather my wits, then stepped inside.
The door closed behind me, and I was immediately hit with the cloying scent of fried onions. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, and looked around.
I had expected something mysterious and ethnic when I walked into the witch’s home. What I got instead was the latest in dumpster chic: faded brown carpet, ugly floral wallpaper, and an orange sofa that looked like it should have been put out of its misery in the sixties.
An old woman was in the kitchen area, bent over the stove with her back to me. She was wearing sweatpants and a loose tee, and looked about three hundred years old. “Sit down, dear,” she said without turning around. “I’ll be with you in a second.”
I sat on the couch, which creaked in protest under my weight, and leaned back. “Do you know who I am?” I asked, watching the woman impatiently. I had an adrenalin rush going for this confrontation, and her laid-back attitude was ruining it.
“Of course I know who you are, Shawna,” she replied, moving her pan to a back burner and turning around. “I always recognize my own work.” She grinned, showing a set of surprisingly perfect teeth, and walked over toward me, sitting in an armchair that faced me couch. “Although I have to say, I’m impressed with the result. I had worried you would look mannish.”
I glared at her. “Change me back.”
“No.”
The blunt response gave me pause. I gathered myself and tried again. “This is ridiculous. I get it, I was an asshole, and I feel like shit for it. Now I need my body back, before I lose my job or go insane.”
She shrugged, crossing her arms. Her face was impassive, and behind the mask of matronly wrinkled skin sat a pair of eyes that were sharp with intelligence. “You took advantage of my granddaughter. Would you rather I told her father, and let him beat you to death? I believe you met him, outside.”
I rubbed my eyes in frustration. “Look, lady, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was wrong. But I don’t see how trying to get me raped a bunch of times is going to help solve that.”
She leaned forward. “Raped? Why would you say that?” she asked.
“Because it’s true!” I cried. “You gave me this… this body, and then you did something, shot me up with pheromones or some shit, and now any guy who spends more than a few minutes around me fucking attacks me!”
Lyubitshka frowned. “Maria!” she shouted. “I know you are back there!”
Maria stomped out of another room, looking pissed off. “You can’t tell me it was wrong! He deserved it!” She pointed at me. “There’s no way I was the only one!”
The old woman clapped her hands, producing a slapping sound so loud I had to wince. It instantly cowed Maria, who dropped her arm and took a step back. “Maria,” the old witch said, looking at me still, “are you saying you fucked with my curse?”
“I was only-”
“Maria. Did you fuck with my curse?”
“Yes, Grandmother.” She looked down.
“Do you not trust me to know what is appropriate?”
“I… I was angry. I’m sorry.” Maria seemed deflated and ashamed, like a little kid who had been caught stealing.
Lyubitshka sighed and shook her head. “That is regrettable. Shawna, I cannot help you. To undo Maria’s curse would be to undo my own as well.”
I stood up and stared down at her. “Then do that!” I demanded. “Make me who I was again!”
“I cannot.”
“Cannot, or will not?!”
“Both. Our honor demands that you suffer this fate. Do not worry about you old life. In time, the man who you were will fade from memory. You have all his credentials and important records, and even your family will greet you as a daughter, never questioning what happened to their son.”
“And the pheromones?”
“Well, a good man will not succumb to such base instincts,” she said, glaring at me. The statement was not lost; I had not been a good man. “In time, such a man will stop feeling the effects, as his mind shakes off the spell. Or he just gets used to it. Difficult to say. Anyway, that too will go away in time.”
“That’s something. How much time until men stop trying to jump me?”
“Well, it varies.” She grinned, flashing those disturbingly white teeth at me again. “For me, it was sometime after my hair went gray and my tits started to sag.”
I found it considerably less humorous. “Look, you’re going to reverse what you did. What both of you did. I’m not leaving here until you do.”
“Maria,” the old witch ordered, still never looking at her but instead keeping her eyes boring into me, “Go outside. Tell your father that I am finished speaking to my guest, and that she will be leaving now.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’m leaving. There’s no need to call daddy in to shove a girl out the door.”
I walked to the door, then stopped. “I was an asshole,” I said, not looking back at the women, “but you people are just sick.”

I retreated from the dingy trailer, letting the door slam behind me as I hurried down the steps. The sun hit my eyes hard, making me squint. The weight of my situation hit me harder filling the rest of my vision with tears as I hurried back to the car.
Chris was still standing there, trading glares with Maria’s father. “Shawna?” He watched as I opened the door and got in the car. “Are you okay?”
“Let’s go,” I said sharply, hugging my knees up against my chest. “I need to go. Take me home.”

The ride home was a swirling haze of despair and awkwardness. I stared out the window, seeing nothing but my own hopeless future, trapped in the body of a woman and carrying weapons to defend myself against men who Maria’s curse had driven insane. I remembered the way Tommy had so quickly turned from friend to attacker and shuddered.
A warm, firm weight pressed to my back, rubbing up and down. I sniffed and looked over at Chris. He was driving with a determined look on his face, but there was something hurt in his eyes. He didn’t look at me. He just kept driving, one arm stretched over to rub my back; it was all he could do to help right now.
He wanted to do more, I could tell. He wanted to help me, to fight for me, maybe even to go to war for me. All he could do right now was keep me safe, take me home, and remind me that I wasn’t alone.My despair was compounded by the sudden wave of guilt when I realized just how much I’d led him on, how callously I’d used him. His palm caressed the skin that only a night before had fallen under a lash, and just like that, his tenderness undid all the forgiveness I’d given myself. And I could never, ever tell him.

It was late into the evening when we finally arrived at my apartment. Chris pulled the car in and turned off the engine, then reached over and popped my seatbelt.
“I can do that,” I complained.
“Of course you can,” he said, “but I did it for you. Just like I’m about to open that door for you, and escort you up to your place. And just like, if you’ll let me, I’m going to make you dinner.”
I shook my head. “I want to be alone.”
Chris held up his hands. “I didn’t say I was going to hold you and pet your hair and talk to you all night. But I know that look in your eyes. I don’t know what that old woman said to put it there, but I know that look. It’s the look my baby sister used to get right before I had to go kick someone’s ass. And I know you kick your own asses, so I’m going to make sure you get your protein instead. This isn’t an option. I cook, you eat, then if you want me to fuck off, I’ll go.”
I made a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. “Fuck, man,” I said, “I guess I can’t argue with that.” I leaned over; he met me halfway and hugged me, pulling me tight against his chest and making me feel like we were in a private world where my problems couldn’t get in.
“Come on,” he said, rubbing my back again. “Let’s go inside, it looks like rain out here.”
“And here I thought that was just me.”

Chris walked me up to the apartment, then shooed me away from the kitchen. “Go, go,” he said. “Have a hot bath and put on something comfy, or whatever it is girls do for comfort after a shitty day. I’ll manage in here.”
It sounded silly, but when I gave it thought, I realized it had been l very long time since I’d relaxed in a tub full of water. “Just don’t burn the place down,” I said, giving his arm a smack and heading toward the bathroom. “The condo board is already a pain in the ass.”
I closed the door behind me and started the water running. I didn’t use the tub often, preferring a thorough cleaning of a shower to soaking in my own filth, but it had been part of the deal on the place and I’d seen no need to remodel and remove it. It was large, with a slanted back, and it started filling quickly. I watched the steaming water splashing down, then on an impulse poured in a bunch of body wash until masses of bubbles started to form.
I used the toilet and stripped off my clothes. I was just about to dip my toe into the bathtub when my phone rang.
I fished it out of the pile of clothing and looked at the screen, then answered it. “Hey, Katlyn,” I said.
“How did it go?” she demanded.
I rummaged through my clothes again, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder. “How did what go?” I asked.
“The gypsies!”
I flinched at Katlyn’s loud phone-voice, turning on the earpiece I’d had in my pocket and putting it in my ear. “How do you know about-”
“Adam told Diana that he found some good info about your gypsy woman, and that he told Chris, so he must have told you and you definitely went out to see her. Diana told me, so I waited as long as I could and then I called you. Try to keep up, or you’ll never make it through the week as a girl.”
I stepped into the water, hissing sharply at the initial scalding heat and tapping my earpiece to turn down the volume a little. “Okay, fine,” I said, “correct on all counts. He told me, we went, it was shitty.”
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“That sound you made.”
“I’m taking a bath. The water is hot. Give me a second.” I held the side of the tub and slid down into the water, slowly submerging myself up to my collarbones. “Alright. I’m sitting down.”
“Ooh, I’ve seen your bathroom, that tub looked amazing. Remind me to come over and use it.”
“Katlyn.”
“Sorry, sorry. Okay, tell me everything, from the beginning.”
“Why?”
Katlyn scoffed. “Because, Shawna, you’re a girl right now, and when girls have a shitty day, that’s what we do. You’re halfway there, by sitting in water with bubbles.”
“How did you know-”
“I just do. Now, tell me everything. In detail.”
I sighed, surrendering. “Alright, fine,” I said. “He called me at lunch, and picked me up from work.”
“He came in the office?”
“Yep. There were some jealous looks, and I think I need to report my HR rep to herself.”
“Did he kiss you?”
I cleared my throat. “Uh… not exactly. Sort of the other way around.”
I could hear Katlyn’s goofy grin. “Awesome. So, did you make out in the supply closet?”
“Uh… no.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“That we made out in the car…”
“Oh?”
“…in an alley…”
“Go on.”
“And he blew me. Or… gave me head? How do girls even say that?”
Kat squealed. “Shawna! That’s fucking awesome!”
I grumbled. “You keep forgetting that I’m a straight man.”
“Apparently not right now, you’re not,” she countered. “Was it good?”
I thought back to the moment. Pressed back against the car door, legs over his shoulders, fingers clawing into his hair…”Oh yeah,” I purred, “it was good.”
“Did you return the favor?”
“No, we’re even now. We stopped when he noticed how intact I am. He said some pretty sweet things about not wanting to fuck me in his car.”
“I’m not seeing how this road trip is so shitty. So far, I’m regretting not getting comfy with BOB.”
“Gross, Kat.”
“Whatever, you’ll change your tune when we get you one. So what happened next?”
“We went over to this incredibly shitty trailer park across town-”
“There’s shitty trailer parks in this city?”
“Evidently there’s at least one, and it’s ruled by a gypsy witch who had a pet stegosaurus.”
“Awesome.”
“Katlyn!”
“Well, you know… awesome if not for the curse. So what’s the deal? What did she say?”
“Well, she cursed me all right, but Maria is the one who made me a fucking rape-magnet.”
“That bitch!”
“I know, right? And they won’t reverse it. It’s all or nothing, so I’m stuck as the city’s most eligible goddamn victim.”
Katlyn made a clicking sound with her tongue while she thought through it. “Alright, okay… give me time to process that. We’re not giving up yet. So what’s going on now?”
“Chris took me back home and kicked me out of the kitchen, so I’m locked in my bathroom.”
“Chris is there?”
“Yeah, he’s making me dinner. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“Let me just sum this up,” she said. “That gorgeous sculpture of an ideal man, who is clearly in love with you, is in your apartment making dinner. He wants to comfort you. You’re naked and wet. And he wants you, and he wants it to be special. Yes?”
“Yeah, that’s… not inaccurate.”
“Shawna. Why is your door not open, and why are you not calling him into that bathroom?”
I rolled my eyes hard enough for her to hear. “Because I’m a fucking straight man, Kat,” I repeated.
“Then why do you keep kissing him and letting him treat you like a damn princess?”
“I don’t know!” I sat up. “I just keep doing things without thinking about them! Is this what it’s like to be a girl??”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
There was a knock on the bathroom door. I slid back down into the water quickly on reflex.
“Shawna, are you okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I called. “Alright. It sounded like you were upset.”
“I’m on the phone with Katlyn. Girl talk.”
“You’re driving me insane,” Kat complained in my ear. “How can I live vicariously through you if you don’t either face the drama or climb that man like a tree?”
I choked on laughter. “Holy crap, Kat!”
“Tell her hi for me,” Chris called.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake… Chris, come in here a second.”
The door opened and Chris peered in at me. I ignored Katlyn’s excited tittering, pulling the earpiece off and tossing it to him. I was pretty sure the movement gave him an epic view of the top of my chest, but nothing more. “Here, you talk to her,” I said. “She’s nuts.”
Chris chuckled. “Sure thing. You need anything else?”
I shrugged. “Just a few minutes of quiet. I almost feel like myself again.”
He gave me a little salute and retreated from the room, although his eyes lingered on me until the last possible moment. The door swung shut, but didn’t latch; I could hear his voice moving down the hall, greeting Katlyn.
“Much better,” I said with a sigh, smiling a little. It was fucking weird, the whole situation was fucking weird, but damn if it didn’t make me feel good when Chris eye-fucked me like that. I was really starting to understand why women show off as much as they do.

I must have drifted off, because my fingers had pruned up and the water was cooling when Chris knocked on the door again. “Dinner’s ready,” he said.
I dried off and put on some panties and a button-up pajama set that Cindy had sold me, then took a breath and walked out into my apartment.
The first thing that hit me was the smell Sweet, tangy, with that little tickle in the sinus. I inhaled deeply and smirked. “You ordered chinese.”
Chris shrugged. “Your options were limited. Your brother doesn’t keep a lot in the fridge to work with.”
It wasn’t very funny. It wasn’t even a joke. But I laughed anyway. I laughed so hard, I wound up sliding down to the floor with my back to the wall.
Chris looked down at me with a mixture of amusement and concern on his face. “Are you okay? It wasn’t really that funny.”
“I know!” I gasped and wiped tears from my eyes. “I know. It’s just… oh fuck, Chris, you don’t even know, this has been… really, I’m having the most stressful week of my life.”
Chris frowned. “I didn’t realize I was-”
“Oh no no no!” I hefted to my feet and took his face in my hands. “You and Kat have both been… well, you guys are the only reason I’m not curled up in the corner scratching my skin off, I think. Especially you. You’ve made me feel-”
He tilted his head, waiting for me to finish the thought. I looked into his eyes and shook my head. “I don’t even know how I feel anymore,” I said quietly. “I’ve been spending so much time running scared, I haven’t had a chance to figure it out, and a lot of this is just so fucking new to me.”
He smiled, leaning his cheek against one of my hands a little. “I want to help you,” he said. “You only need to let me in.”
For a moment, I lost track of myself. My body, acting without orders from me, went up on tiptoe, sliding my hands back to lace behind his head. He leaned down as my head tilted upward. My eyes closed and my lips parted. His arms slid around me, heavy and warm. My thoughts cleared up about a second after our lips met in the most spine-tingling kiss of my entire life.
What am I doing? I thought as I moaned softly into his mouth. This wasn’t some little fling in a car or a kiss in the office. This was something a lot heavier.
His hand slid down to my ass, pulling me tight against his body, and I decided I didn’t care anymore. Or rather, I cared, but about different things. The weight, the heat of Chris’s body pressed to mine was overwhelming. The soft, musky scent of his skin was replacing the tantalizing sweet and sour sauce, and all I wanted was to squirm into his arms, to press myself closer to him. Our lips met again and again, each time tugging at one another, pleading for us to melt together.
Chris let out a tiny groan into our kiss, and I realized that I had been grinding my hip against his crotch. I gasped softly in surprise when I realized the way his hard shaft was pressing against me.
Chris pulled back a little. “Sorry,” he said softly, cupping my cheek with his palm. “You’ve had a hard time, you don’t need me wanting to-”
I reached down and rubbed my palm against the hard bulge in his pants. “Shut up and kiss me,” I told him. “Let me decide what I need for a while.”
He did exactly as I asked, pressing in close and kissing me again. His arms wrapped around me once more, with one hand on my back keeping my chest crushed against him and the other gently caressing the curve of my ass through the thin pants and panties I was wearing.
My own hands were busy as well. My left curled in his hair, while my right wrapped around the rod he had hidden in his slacks. I started stroking him, long and slow, dragging my fingers and nails softly across the fabric that separated me from him.
Chris moaned, making me giggle and grin into our kiss. I felt almost high, giddy with the opposing feelings of being held in his arms and being able to make him squirm so easily. He chuckled in return and looked down at me. “The food is getting cold,” he said.
“I have a microwave,” I replied, popping the top hook on his pants and reaching in to wrap my fingers around him. “It’ll keep.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said with a smile. His hands slid down and cupped my ass, lifting me easily off the ground.
I made a surprised little yelping sound and giggled again, wrapping my legs around his hips to pin my hand and his tool between us. “Are we going somewhere?”
“You know where we’re going,” he said. His voice was husky with need, and he kissed me again as he walked down the hall, using his shoulders to push open my bedroom door.
I kissed him back hard, running my thumb over the tip of his cock and down across the sensitive skin on the top. He was already leaking, and I felt him shiver as I coated the head with the sticky fluid.
Suddenly we were turning, falling slowly to the bed. He pinned me beneath him, kissing me, pushing short, excited breaths of hot air across my face. I released his waist and let my legs dangle over the edge of the bed, using the sudden freedom to stroke the top couple inches of him with my moistened fingers.
Chris’s lips left mine, trailing down to my jaw and kissing there, then down to my neck. His hips and cock slid away from my reach as he nipped playfully at my skin, sending a chill up my spine.
He kissed my collarbone, breathing deeply. “You smell so good,” he said softly. “You always smell so good.”
His hands were fumbling with the buttons on my top. I reached up to help me, but he took me hands and pinned them back to the bed on either side of my head. “I’ll replace it,” he promised.
“Replace what- oh!” My heart and body jumped in surprise as his hands gripped my top and tore it open, sending buttons flying and leaving my breasts bared before him.
My hand came up into his hair again as he kept kissing downward, leaving a trail of tingling skin down the curve of my breast to my nipple. His lips slid down around it and I felt his tongue starting to roll across it, teasing and caressing my skin.
At the same time, his back arched and I felt his hips press against me. No,that’s not right; I felt his dick press against me. Through his pants and mine, the underside of his shaft settled against my crotch, nudging down against the boiling heat between my legs, and began rocking back and forth.
Maybe he was good at this; maybe we just fit together very well. But somehow, Chris instantly found the right angle to send waves of pleasure washing over me. I arched my back, pulling his head tighter against my chest, and moaned. “God yes,” I whispered. “More!”
Chris obliged, moving in long, smooth strokes up and down against me. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, making it graze across the space between his teeth at the same pace as his hips, making me moan once more. Then he slid back up my body, kissing me with a hunger I could feel in my core.
I clawed and pulled at his shirt until he helped me pull it off of him, giggling again and moaning into him as I felt his hard, warm chest press down against my own. Our skin rubbed and shifted as his his hips kept rolling against me. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing onto his shoulder blades like a lifeline as I felt my mind slipping into the fog of pleasure.
Chris sped up a little, groaning with me. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, and his cock throbbing against my crotch. His elbows were propped on the bed to either side of me head and I had a sense of being completely engulfed by him as I started to squirm, gasping and moaning my way through an orgasm that only left me needing more.
Then he was gone, sliding down my body once more, and I had a sudden terrible fear that he was going to leave me. I was about to beg him for more when he abruptly stopped, pressing his lips to my navel and teasing it with his tongue.
It was such an unexpected and silly thing, and he did it with such a goofy smile. I started laughing again, propping myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
It was a trap. Chris grinned and winked at me, then grabbed my hips and pulled me back.
“Whoop!” I cried as my shoulders hit the bed again and my hips rose into the air. In one fluid movement, Chris pulled both my pants and panties down off my hips and up my legs. His fingertips dragged along the skin of my thighs and calves… and then stopped.
He left the pants there, near my ankles, binding my feet close together while his arms wrapped around my thighs and spread them open. His head roes between them, and he took a moment to admire my body from that angle.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, kissing low on my tummy and stroking my thighs. “Just… you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I felt myself turn a familiar shade of red, but before I could say anything in response he bowed and pressed his lips against me.
Once again, like in the car before, Chris started kissing, sucking, and licking at my sex. Once again, he kept changing his movements, seemingly with no pattern so I couldn’t tell where the pleasure was coming from. Only this time,I wasn’t leaning awkwardly against the side door of his admittedly slightly shitty car. This time, I was at home, in my bed, comfortable and private and safe with him, and overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting and being wanted by him.
I came again, hard. My toes curled and my back arched; my fingers dug into the bedclothes and I think I may have tried to pull his tongue right out of his mouth. And Chris kept right on going, teasing and pleasing me until my cries dwindled to a whimper and I collapsed onto the bed once more.
He climbed up next to me, leaning over me and kissing my neck while I caught my breath.
“Jesus,” I whispered, “I’ve never…”
“You deserve it and more,” he said, smiling.
“So do you,” I said, unzipping his pants and shoving them down as far as I could reach. “So much more.”
He tried to help me, but I was quicker, curling my legs in and using my feet to kick and tug his pants down. At some point, my own pants had fallen off, and he laughed as I wrapped my feet around his leg to wrestle him free of his clothing.
He stopped laughing when my fingers curled around and started stroking him again, velvet on steel, tightening just enough that the head felt resistance as it passed in and out of my fist. I moved my leg up and over his thigh, looking in his eyes as I slid his cock down, rubbing it against my skin and soft hair on its way, and nestled against my entrance.
Chris shivered in pleasure and surprise. “Shawna, are you sure?”
I smiled at him. “It’s the only thing I’ve really been sure of in a while,” I said. “Take me, Chris.”
His hand cupped my chin, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He looked back at me for a long moment before he spoke.
“Okay.”
And then I was in his arms again, and he was kissing me again, rolling me onto my back. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. His hands hooked under my arms and pulled me up further onto the bed, no longer dangling, and he knelt between my thighs.
“Do you have-”
“Nightstand.”
With lightning speed, Chris reached into my nightstand. He pulled out a strip of condoms, tearing open the one on the end and rolling it down onto his rod before kissing me again. “Last chance,” he said, poised on hands and knees over me.
I responded by reaching down and taking him in my hand, pulling him into position and pressing the tip between my folds.It was all the confirmation he needed, and with a deliberate slowness he began lowering himself into me.
I had never had anything more than a couple fingers inside me, and nothing could have prepared me for the sensation as I spread open like a flower and the head of Chris’s cock slipped inside. I squirmed under him, moaning at the mixture of intense pleasure and an uncomfortable stretching.
“Shawna…” I looked up at Chris’s face. He was sweating with effort. I knew exactly what he was feeling; one way or another, his body was screaming at him to bury that gigantic tool inside me. “I’m going to push now.”
I nodded. “Do it.”
He lowered his whole body a little, bowing to kiss me. His hands held mine against the bed, fingers laced with my own. I closed my eyes, once more letting myself be surrounded with his warmth, his desire, his scent.
Chris started to push deeper inside me. There was a pressure, and then a sense of stretching, and for a moment I almost thought he was through. That was followed by a sharp, intense pain, and a feeling like I was being torn apart as my body gave and he slipped down into me..
I cried out, digging my nails into his hands and clenching tight against him. Chris held still, waiting, as the pain faded and my breath returned.
“Shawna?” he asked.
“It’s okay,” I breathed, looking up at him and blinking back tears. “I’m okay.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he assured me.
I winced as I felt him pushing in deeper, stretching me tight around him. There was pain again, duller than before, coupled with the beginnings of something new as my mind started processing the unfamiliar sensations.
Chris pulled back and slid in again, slowly. He couldn’t have been moving more than two inches in me, but it felt like there were miles of him, endlessly stroking at my tight, slick passage. I relaxed my grip on his hands, breathing more slowly, and tilted my head, prompting him to come down and kiss me again.
He lay atop me, pressing my chest under his own, softly moaning as he started to work a slow rhythm with his hips. I could feel him going deeper with each stroke by tiny degrees, slowly and tenderly easing me open around him. One of his hands released mine and stroked my cheek again, brushing away a tear as he leaned down to kiss my cheek and earlobe.
“You feel perfect,” he whispered, breath hot on by ear and neck. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I let out a little cry, but to my surprise it was one of pleasure this time. “It’s good,” I gasped. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promised, pressing tighter against me and holding my face against his neck and shoulder when I perfectly fit. One of his hands still held mine, and the other stroked down my side to my hip as he began to pick up pace.
I lifted my legs up around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back and gasping as the change in angle pulled him still deeper. I could feel him moving inside me, stroking back and forth, the slight upward curve of him stroking the front of my vagina.
He could feel it, too. He groaned in pleasure and barely-contained passion, stroking faster, stopping each time for a fraction of a second to savor the snug feeling inside me. I gripped his shoulder blade with my free hand again, filling my mouth with his shoulder and biting down around a moan.
He gasped at the pain and drove down deeper, claiming another immeasurable length of me and making me cry out, muffled by his flesh. My hips bucked and a new pressure started to build. Chris sensed it, too, and he groaned in animal thrill as his hips rhythmically thrust into mine.
The wave broke and I bit down again, driving my nails and heels into Chris’s back. He kept taking me relentlessly, forcing his way through my spasmodically contracting pussy, until his own groaning reached a crescendo.
I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he came, rippling along my walls and dragging out my own crest until he finished. Finally, with a grunt, a thrust, and a sigh of release, he buried himself inside me and stayed there.
We laid there for a long time, pinned together by naked skin and contentment, before Chris finally lifted himself enough to kiss me again. “That was-”
I nodded. “Incredible.”
He smiled, gratified that I felt the same. “Should I get up?” he asked.
I felt myself reflexively squeeze around the slowly shrinking organ he had up inside of me. “Stay awhile,” I replied. “Just… just for a little.”
Chris nodded, gently sliding us onto our sides and holding me tightly. Little by little, gravity and biology pulled him out of me, until with a little shock of sensation he finally slipped free.
“I should get cleaned up,” he said reluctantly. “You’ve still got dinner to eat tonight.”
I grinned at him. “I’ve got a lot of things to do tonight,” I said, “and dinner is not the one I’m looking forward to anymore.”

END PART NINE

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