Market Forces

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As she turned the key in the lock she leaned into the door. He stood behind her, hands resting casually on her hips as the door gave way to her effort. Upon entering, Jessica threw her jacket upon a nearby chair and excusing herself quietly, made her way promptly to the bathroom.

Over her shoulder, she asked, “Can you get us some wine, David?”

After the fervour she had felt on the street, she needed just a moment away from him to regroup. Consider what she was doing and what it might mean to what they already share. With hands gripping either side of the pedestal sink, she stared hard into her reflection staring back. It’s already gone too far…. Can we really go back, now? Jesus, I don’t want it to stop. She allowed herself several moments as her thoughts alternated between the past, the possibilities and the current, so damn appealing, reality.

“Hey Jess? You OK in there?” His voice echoed through the hallway, concern evident in his tone.

“Yeah…. Thanks.”

She ran the water and gave her hands a quick wash, needing to fill up the space between them with noise. Meaningless activity.

Why am I freaking out? Just get out there and… just go with it. You want it- him- so damn much. Just go!

Before she could engage in any more unproductive silent dialogue with herself, she emerged from the bathroom, towel still in hand.

He was waiting just beyond the short hall, a glass of wine held out to her. Taking the glass he presented, she smiled wanly. He turned to sit in an expansive chair among her works of art, all still waiting, at various degrees of completion. She sat in a chair across from him, separated by a tidy coffee table. She sipped silently.

David sat comfortably in the silence, his glass resting carelessly on his thigh. He regarded her with care, sensing she was having difficulty now that they had some distance from those moments outside the bar.

“We don’t have to, Jessica.” He paused briefly, looking intently at the wine glass resting on his leg, before continuing, “Jess, I don’t want to ruin what we have… if you aren’t really ready to… y’know, I understand.”

As he spoke her gaze fixed firmly upon the deep, red liquid in her own glass. Again, silence. When she looked up after several long moments, his eyes were soft, no judgement or reproach. She could see he understood, was likely feeling the same conflict. Placing her wine on the table between them, without thinking, she walked around to sit before him on the floor. Sitting tall on her knees, she placed her hands on his thighs and leaned close towards him.

“David….” Her voice was little more than a murmur. “I don’t know what happens if we do this… but I want it, David. I want you.” She leaned closer still until her face was mere centimetres from his own. This time she took the initiative and before the voice in her head could convince her otherwise, she brought her lips to his. Lightly. Very lightly.

Barely touching, she played her lips over his, lightly nipping at the fullness, the corners, the edges of his mouth. He sat, barely breathing, letting her continue with her lead. It was unbearable, delicious agony as he sat, unmoving, while she slid her mouth gently from his lips, along the strong angle of his jaw, to his earlobe. He could feel her teeth as they gently nibbled the soft flesh, before he felt the cool trail of her tongue as it traced down the side of his neck. In instinctive response, closing his eyes, he leaned his head back into the support of the chair. He wanted nothing more than to grab her with both hands and drag her atop him, but this glorious, achingly gentle teasing was too intensely pleasurable to bring to an end. And he wanted to see where she would take it.

As she moved her lips from where she nibbled at his earlobe, she could feel the pulse quickening under his skin. She felt the beginnings of beard growth rasping against her sensitive flesh and revelled in his masculinity. His smell was intoxicating, citrus with the faint scent of sweat. She let her tongue be the guide as she kissed, slowly exploring his neck and throat, down to the opening of his shirt. With a firm squeeze, she moved her hands from where they supported her on his thighs to his loosed collar. As her mouth continued it’s journey around the bones of his clavicle, her fingers worked to undo the buttons of his shirt. With each release of a small plastic disc, her hands grazed the hard of his torso beneath.

She heard an appreciative moan from above. With the opening of buttons, Jessica spread the neatly pressed fabric away to expose his tanned, muscled form. Her lips and tongue moved to circle a hard nipple, before taking it in entirely. Another sound of pleasure in response.

As Jessica traveled, letting her tongue trail through the crisp, course hair between nipples and made her way along the distinct ridge separating the muscles of his abdomen, her hands returned to stroke the length of his strong, muscled thighs, before one came to rest on the hard mass straining beneath his zipper. It’s size and readiness was not lost on Jessica as she stroked hard atop the straining fabric of David’s pants. His pelvis moved to meet her bold touch. With both hands and as her mouth traced along the skin at his waistband she slowly unfastened the button and zipper. She could feel his hands at her shoulders, at her hair, stroking, pressing her along. Closer. Despite the constraints of the shorts he wore, as the zipper of his pants came loose, his throbbing sex moved forward, delightfully freed of the strict confines of the pants.

Her hands firmly placed on the waistband, Jessica slid the pants, along with his underwear, down beneath David’s butt. She inhaled fully, smiling, impressed, as this one movement freed him entirely and as one hand cupped and played with his tight sack, the other running hungrily up his hard torso, she brought her mouth over the tip of his engorged sex to envelope what she could of the length of him. His pleasure was audible as he gasped sharply. Jessica traced her tongue around the satin tip and down the length of its warm, smooth underside. He moved beneath her, his hands winding deeper in her hair, wanting to direct her movement. She took a hard testicle in her mouth, her tongue darting, teasing, spurred on by the appreciative sounds coming from above. Aided by the force of his hands, she moved up again to take him into her mouth fully. In steady motion she sucked and licked as his hips moved with her in unison.

David closed his eyes and surrendered himself entirely to Jessica’s oral exploration. Her mouth on his throat, her warm tongue tracing the curves and hollows. Perhaps his first time he’d known such delicious anticipation, but certainly not since. He squirmed as she released the buttons of his shirt, slowly making her way ever lower. He couldn’t wait, wanted only for her to tear him from the confines of his trousers and suck his begging sex until he burst forth in complete abandon. But he loved the softness of her lips on his skin and endured excitedly the trail of burning that followed. He nearly reached his delirious end with her mouth and tongue working upon his cock. In a matter of strokes he would explode and he wasn’t near ready for this to end like that. He had to feel, to taste, to experience, all of her.

Hmmmmmm. Read on...

[Cavelady854]

Very good job. You really have talent. I want to read more.