Brush Strokes by Dee Carney

He
could ruin whatever he wanted so long as he didn't move from that
spot. “Yeah,” she replied breathlessly.
    “ Maybe I’ll turn these into
shreds, instead.” He tightened his grip on her panties, still
covering the apex of her sex. On any other day, she might have
shrieked at the mere suggestion, but right now, she’d hand him the
scissors. Every time he spoke, his breath touched down on her heady
moisture, sending an instant reminder of just how much she
wanted—needed—him.
    There was a brief spark of pain when
he tugged, but then just like that, he broke the delicate tie of
fabric, until at last, nothing separated her from her
man.
    Tanya parted her thighs and Joe
brought his hands behind her knees, spreading her wide before him.
She held the position, breath held, body humming. His strangled
groan, his desperate ragged breathing sent pride soaring through
her, but when his fingers slid through the pool of moisture before
caressing the hood of her clit, she bucked and all conscious
thought fled.
    There was a moment of reprieve, a
second that allowed her to catch her breath before Joe’s mouth
descended. Her hands shot out to the bunched sheets, gripping them
with fists, before the quivers started. He ravaged her pussy,
dipping and tasting, nipping and sucking until the quivers turned
into full-blown tremors. Those delicious shockwaves raced out from
her belly and exploded into her limbs until they had no place left
to go except out of her mouth in a scream of abject pleasure, of
ultimate release, that held her in its grip sure and
true.
    Then he was there. Kissing her,
curling his tongue into her mouth. Sharing the taste of her body
with her. And his cock, his thick, blood-engorged cock pressed
eagerly forward, fueling the shudders still gripping her clenching
pussy. Warning bells sounded in the back of her hazy mind, but her
Joe, her man, despite the frenzy of the moment, remained always in
control.
    “ Oh my God, don’t stop!”
she cried, desperate, afraid that yet again they would be
interrupted. He grinned and broke contact with her long enough to
almost throw the top drawer of his nightstand out of its tracks.
She watched his desperate hunt, a groping search for something
within and when he withdrew the small packets a moment later, a
wave of relief for the thing she couldn’t remember, but he did,
enveloped her.
    He opened then unrolled the condom
quickly, covering a dribble of moisture he leaked before she could
use a finger to swipe it away. Next time she would taste him, but
right now, she needed him inside of her. Deep in her belly, the
fires burning there demanded she put them out, that she accept him
now and end this erotic torment. Before she could voice a protest,
to hurry him along to ease the pain, he was there. He kissed her
again, his once erratic breathing slowing to a crawl. And with the
same easy pace, he pushed forward, splitting her swollen nether
lips with the head of his cock. Pushing forward and kissing
her.
    “ Open your eyes, Tanya,” he
whispered, his lips brushing hers.
    Her body accepted him easily, his
length gliding inch by agonizing inch forward. She managed to open
her eyes, accepting more of his drugging kisses, holding her breath
against his invasion.
    “ This is the time,” he
said. She tilted her hips, opening herself to him. Taking all of
him in. “In this moment, you have to know...” He filled her
completely, stretching her wider, making a demand that she was
helpless but to give in to.
    “ Sweetheart, every time I
make love to you, remember today.” Her back arched, his body
spearing her further. The depths of his eyes, the way he gazed upon
her, echoed the sentiments he would tell her. “Remember the first
day I showed you my love and know it will never be greater than it
is right now.” And at last, he was seated deep within
her.
    Time passed, unending, but Joe loved
her bodily. Took her to soaring heights before pulling her out of
the reaches of heaven