MasterStroke by Dee Ellis Page B

had the cutest bum, tight and shapely. His back was nicely muscled, not overly so but just right. It showed that he worked out and took good care of himself.
    The bed suddenly seemed very big and far too empty without him. The space he’d left was still warm and held his masculine smell. There was also another smell, less perceptible but infinitely more stirring. It was the smell of sex. Idly, she sniffed her fingers and the sharp, intense aroma of his cock filled her. Oh, delicious. So wonderful. I want him again , she thought. I’m sore but I don’t care .
    After a few minutes, he walked back into the bedroom. The sight of his cock, hanging heavily between his legs, riveted her attention. The room was warm and he pulled the covers back to the end of the bed, exposing her. She made no move to cover herself, it would have been redundant to do so and he appeared to be entranced with what he saw. She spread her legs wide in invitation.
    He knelt beside her, kissed her breasts, her stomach and her pubis, then lay down next to her, scooped her up in his arms and kissed her mouth hungrily. Sandrine was aware that her breath may be a little unsavoury from sleep but he didn’t seem to mind. The light stubble on his face bruised her chin.
    “Maybe I should go to the bathroom as well,” she said, trying to pull away but his arms were locked tight.
    “Don’t leave. You’re fine as you are,” he replied, kissing her deeply again. His cock was pulsing against her thigh.
    “Then let me look at you.” She moved so her face was directly in line with his rigid hardness. “You’re huge. I don’t know how it fits inside me.”
    His laugh was a deep, amused rumble that resonated inside her.
    “You’re sweet but I’m not that big.”
    “How can you say that?” A playful outrage tinged her voice. Her hand couldn’t quite encompass it, the thickness was such her fingers could barely touch. “You are.”
    “I’m certainly not John Holmes. In the scheme of things, I’m about average. Maybe slightly above. But it is thick. It’s just that you’re so small, it’s all in the comparison.”
    “I don’t care what you say. It’s wonderful. It gave me so much pleasure last night. I think about your cock constantly – is that a terrible thing to say? And whenever I’m with you, I’m soaking wet.”
    “You might notice you have an effect on me as well.”
    Sandrine pumped it with her hand, then sank her mouth down, taking in as much as she could. The salty taste spiked her passion. He groaned. She was uncomfortably aware of her lack of experience in this area. It had never been a priority in her previous relationships but she wanted to please Jack in every possible way. His penis was such a thing of beauty, she wanted to play with it constantly, look at it, fondle it, kiss it, have it inside her. It was a natural progression for her to give it as much attention with her mouth as with any other part of her body.
    She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, she wasn’t even sure she was doing it right, but it tasted so good, so sharp yet musky. The only way she could approach the task was to think of it like sucking a lollypop. The thickness and length filled her mouth rather too quickly; luckily, she didn’t feel like gagging. She was having too much fun and it thrilled her that Jack also appeared to be enjoying it. He was moaning louder now and his hips were jerking reflexively upward. His hand stroked her hair and she knew he was fighting the urge to grab her head and thrust it down on his cock.
    “Sandrine, please, be careful. It’s so intense. Don’t make me cum.”
    She was as close to losing control as he was. Jack’s voice was strangled with tension, from the sheer effort it took to resist the tingling that signalled a rapidly approaching orgasm. It was getting to the stage where he had trouble articulating words and his hips were bucking faster.
    This excited her immensely. She didn’t allow her enthusiasm to