{FIRST_LAST} gives up

John stammered incoherently for a moment. “Rachel, you really should get dressed.” He managed as last. Her touch was intoxicating. Well, technically it was the pheromones Rachel’s body was producing, but John did not know that. His body did what millions of years of evolution and a science gone mad had intended in this situation. His body redirected blood that that distinctively male aspect, causing it to become firm and upright. Rachel gasped.

John looked down to his offending member stabbing her in the stomach. “I’m so sorr…”

She raised a single finger to his lips. “It’s okay.” She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his erection one by one. She stood on her toes kissing him on the lips. This add the added effect of scrapping her nipple ring across his chest in a most erotic fashion, which made him aware of them when he had here to been ignorant of this more tantalizing addition. “I want you, please,” she whispered.

John had had enough. He rolled his eyes back and breathed, “Fuck it,” as he leaned in and began kissing Rachel with teenaged passion. He grabbed her wrist and **** her into the nearest room. It was a bedroom. She had a delighted smile, like a bright expectant bride. John pulled her into the room and spinning tossed her gently on the bed.

She landed on her back with her leg toward her lover. Rachel watched him full of lust. She found it so erotic to look at him over the crest of her breast. Her legs instinctively opened. John dropped to his knees as if to worship at a shrine of desire. He kissed the inside of her knee. He followed it with kiss after kiss, moving toward her sex. Rachel reached back grabbing a pillow and bringing it to her mouth. She pulled at the pillow and bite it in frustration. He tried to lift her pelvis that he might feast upon her love, but his injured shoulder forbade it. Instead he could only spread her legs and lap at her labia lovingly. John’s tongue had barely touched her sex before Rachel had her first orgasm ever given to her by another human. She screamed into the pillow as every nerve in her body exploded. She crossed her soft leg behind John’s head pushing him into her qwim. Her heel dug into his shoulder blade, causing him great pain, but he ignored it and continued his cunnilingus. With his good arm he reached around her leg and used his thumb to massage the hood of her clitoris. Rachel let loose a string of words more often heard in church, though it is doubtful she was praying.

Rachel released John and pulled her body away form him. “Enough,” she heaved. “Enough of that.” She looked into his eyes, his dark soul eating eyes. As she tried to regain her composure she gave him a look like a cat with mouse in one paw and who has just spied another.