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Up on the Roof (MF, rom)
by: Sventek (sventek@jps.net)
(c) Jun 4, 1998
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"Oh, God... you feel so good," she whispered into the night
breeze.
He was standing behind her, fully clothed. His hands were up
under her sweater, holding her breasts firmly through her lacy, white
bra, thumbs working her nipples with the expertise of a man who knew
just how to touch her.
Her fingers curled over the rail's ledge with a white-knuckled
grip, and as his hips pressed against her bottom, she opened her eyes to
view the brilliant skyline that outshone even the full moon's glow.
With all of the city spread out before her, the cool wind rustling her
hair from the rooftop, she ground her ass into his groin. He was
unbelievably hard.
Pressing his lips into the soft flesh under her ear, he breathed
deeply, purposefully, causing her to draw the air into her lungs in a
sensual hiss. He let one hand slide slowly down her abdomen, fingertips
gently caressing her rib cage and lingering at her belly button on their
descent. He found the clasp of her shorts and paused.
"I've got to touch you," he breathed into her ear, causing her
to press herself harder against the steely bulge in his jeans. He pressed
back, forcing her against the low brick rail, making her stomach flip
over and over again with a great rush of adrenaline. She fought harder
to control herself, when all she wanted was to force her shorts down and
have him violate her, make her come.
There had been too many times he had allowed her to take him,
too many evenings that her desire - and his passivity - had urged her
to make the first move. She was tired of it. She longed for him to
throw her against a wall, to kiss her hard on the mouth, to thrill
her with his force. She wanted him to call the shots, to tell her
what he wanted, to posses her as if it were his right.
He unfastened the button in one swift motion, but took his time
on the zipper, allowing a cool finger or two to skate lightly over the
burning flesh of her lower belly before sliding into her panties. She
could feel the soft silk sticking to her body, the wetness of the
material against her slick center, saturated with a longing she was sure
she'd never felt before. Her breath was coming audibly in ragged gasps
as his nose pressed against the sensitive hollow behind her ear, his
lips gently brushing her lobe with each firm, slow thrust of his body
against hers.
'I don't remember ever being up behind you like this," he
whispered to her.
She wanted to answer, but found she could do nothing but gasp.
His voice, thick with desire, was setting her flesh on fire. His
fingers found the cleft of her body and gently slid inside, working
her into a controlled frenzy. All the while, one hand stayed on her
breasts, manipulating her nipple - his mouth whispering softly in
her ear.
"I want your lips around my cock," he said, his tender mouth
flush against her lobe. Her head arched back over his shoulder and his
tongue skated across her throat. He was enjoying her abandon as much as
she was. He sensed what she needed and his mind raced with the desire
to slide his cock up inside her and feel her body turn to shivers
around it when she came.
While he spoke to her, he kept touching - his finger sliding up
and down the division of her body, moving easily in her wetness, his
other hand closing tight over an aching nipple, his cock pressing firmly
against her ass as she strained hard - as if to become a part of his
body. She couldn't believe how hard he was. He'd never been like this
before.
He whispered to her, "I want your legs wrapped tight around
me when I give you my cock, and I'm going to make you come ......so
....hard...." Then he laughed - a tiny, breathy laugh of pure
confidence that sent her over the edge.
She wheeled around to face him and their mouths crashed together,
hot, wet tongues entwining. She sucked on his, trying hard to remember
what he tasted and smelled like so she could conjure his essence in
future fantasies. She raked her nails through his hair, memorizing its
texture. He sat her up on the ledge, one of his hands on her breast,
the other around her body protectively - careful not to let her slip.
She lifted his shirt and tongued the sensitive flesh around his
nipples, making him shiver as she watched them stiffen in the chilly
night breeze. Then, slipping forward, she dropped to her knees before
him, looked up, and met his eyes as she ran her hand over his hard-on.
It was etched perfectly in denim as it strained for freedom, begging for
her touch so obviously that she felt her hungry mouth flood with saliva.
"Oh God, please...."he said, throwing his head back as she said
unzipped him.
His rosy shaft practically sprang into her mouth, the head proud
and swollen and sexy, its tip glistening with the nectar of his body.
She flattened her tongue and slowly ran it up his shaft from base to tip,
savoring his body like fine wine and chocolate.
She slid him deep into her throat, taking note of how perfectly
the head of his cock nestled in her upper jaw, stroking the roof of her
mouth, then sliding back against the fleshy opening to her throat. She
pushed her mouth down on him, feeling his steel erection grow harder, its
head swelling up against the top of her mouth like ripe fruit.
"Oh God, I'm gonna....." His fingers tangled in her hair. She
felt the force of his orgasm as it cascaded down her throat, spurt after
spurt of his sweetness rolling over her tongue. Each time she tasted
him, she decided, was more delicious than the last.
He gained some composure and forced her back down on the rooftop,
her head resting on the low rail as he came down after her. Sliding her
shorts and panties down simultaneously, his smooth, masculine hands
parted her thighs and spread her lips, eyes taking in her wetness. His
fingers played with her and she strained to move her hips up, silently
begging for his mouth to devour her. When at last he teased her to his
satisfaction, making her gasp and plead without speaking, he bent his
head to taste.
Letting go with his fingers, he ran his tongue over her labia
and felt her legs quiver under his touch. Gently his tongue parted her
lips and went to work on her clit, swirling, teasing, lapping until she
thought she would die. His gentle fingers teased her, playing around
the entrance to her body as she strained to impale herself on them. He
took her clit in his mouth and strummed it with his tongue and her
knees fell apart.
She glanced down to see his head between her legs and felt his
mouth engulf her, devouring her like a peach - its juice trickling down
his scruffy chin. She closed her eyes and let herself go, feeling the
earth drop away from her as her thighs came up around his head. Her
tummy tightened as she crunched upward with each monstrous contraction.
He didn't stop until she pulled his head from her lap.
Immediately he kissed her, his face wet with desire, and she
could taste her salty-sweet self on his lips and tongue. He moved his
body up between her legs and in one swift motion, slid his rigid
instrument up inside her quivering body. He sighed. She felt like a
fitted glove of hot, wet velvet.
Moving like one machine, they ground against each other,
generating sweet friction in her body unlike she'd ever known. His
tongue lashed her throat, his gasps and grunts lighting fires all along
her spine, making her heart race. She could feel the head of his cock
inside her like a surgical tool - precise and perfect in every way,
accurately searing her pussy from the inside out. She knew her climax
was building as he grew harder and longer, as their smooth-shaven bodies
met in stroke after ultra-sensitive stroke.
He held her and rolled them over so that she rode him - grinding
- slow and hard. She could feel his balls pressing against her, his
pubic bone caressing her wet, swollen clit. She got chills.
"That's it," he whispered, pulling a stray strand of hair from
her face, looking into her eyes with a sultry, half-lidded gaze. "Come
on my cock."
And with his words burning holes in her soul, she did. Arching
and straining and squeezing his sex with her body, she went to shivers
all around him. He followed her immediately.
Every cell of her being concentrated and she squeezed him tight,
feeling the sensation of every spurt, every contraction of his shaft.
Her hand slid over his chest and she pinched his nipples, making him
come even harder - insuring that she'd feel the splash of his liquid
against the deepest part of her body.
When she was sure he'd finished, she leaned forward and they
kissed softly, tenderly. She got up, leaving him to gain his composure.
She dressed and looked at the city as if everything - as far as her eyes
could see - belonged only to her.
The End...
Questions, Comments are all appreciated
Sventek@JPS.NET