"What is that thing you're wearing on your ... um ... it's red and green and silver!"
"You want me to explain? It's a sheath, and because it's Christmas Night, of course, it has to be red, green and silver." He laughed. "You don't know the trouble I had to get one made with these colors. I can see you're laughing at me. Anyway, I prefer a sheath to drugs ... medication impedes the pleasure. This will drive you crazy and it's also protection."
"You don't have to worry about that, I had my shot."
"It's the law for me. Protected sex."
"Can't have you break the law, then."
He laughed and kissed her and she tasted her own musky self on his lips and tongue.
Kneeling between her thighs and bracing himself on his outstretched arms he used the tip of his penis to trace a line across her stomach, probing downwards. His cock slipped back and forth across her labia. Her hand fisted around him, holding him.
"Now?" he asked.
Their gazes locked before he lowered himself into her.
Samantha gasped and he halted.
"What's wrong?"
"You're so big, and it's been a long time. I don't think I can. And you're vibrating! Is that what that thing does...?"
"It enhances. You like it? Is it too much?"
As he went to draw away, she grasped his buttocks. "No, I want this. I want you. All of you."
Smiling, John settled against her, his knees taking his weight. He entered slowly, giving her time to grown accustomed. Her warm honey flowed around him as her woman's muscles sheathed him. It took all his will power to control the urge to bury himself to the hilt. Three years without a man. She had told him that. Now he knew it to be true; despite her arousal, she was tight. Ignoring his own body screaming for release, he focused instead on extending her pleasure.
One centimeter in, and then retreat, slowly his cock probed her, the sheath straining, pulsing--for them both. It was a delicious massage of every inner muscle and Sam thrashed on the bed in delirium, pain, pleasure, passion.
"John, now."
"No, honey. Wait."
He smiled to himself. He was going to tease her, fuck her good and proper as she deserved. He would truly make her head spin, to turn her inside out before he soothed her from inside out.
He slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and raised her, rocking his hips against hers, easing his full length into her. He drew back, his cock resting at the entrance to her pussy, to return again to full possession. Again and again, the slow seductive rhythm that she began to match. His languid pace increased until they moved as one, a tempestuous joining.
He came, paused, then continued to rock against her. She pinioned her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles to hold him tight.
She was almost at the brink when he halted. Unfastening her legs he turned her sideways. Lifting her, he drew her back between his thighs and entered her again. With one arm holding her to him, he used the fingers of his other hand to splay wide her pussy, to assault her clit as he fucked her, slowly, deeply.
The delicious pressure-pain built and built. Lights danced before her eyes. Her body strained against the hand that worked her, bucked against the cock that impaled her. A moment of suspended awareness, she felt certain she would explode. She screamed.
"That's it honey, give it all you've got."
And she did. Wave upon wave of excruciating pleasure. She writhed against him as his body and fingers continued to work on her, in her. Her next climax matched his. They cried out together. With one long, slow, deep thrust that seemed to stretch forever, he drove into her and calmed...
John brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck. "That was a good entree."
"I thought it was dessert."
"We haven't had the main course, yet."
"There's more?"
"A full menu. Now what can I tempt you with?"
"I'll leave it up to you."
"A wise choice."
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