melody_cant-get-you-out-2

CAN’T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD by Melody                                       <<< part 1
I hate using the title of a Kylie track but it fitted. This author has also altered some truths for the sake of the fic. Please indulge her. Enjoy.

PART 2

Yes, it truly was euphoric. No one had made love to me like James had. He was unselfish and patient, teaching me things I thought impossible. He gave me my first orgasm and many more followed. He was the man that taught me it was ok to say what I wanted. Before then I had gone through the motions with my few previous sexual partners (less than five). James told me it was ok to be satisfied but also understood that that did not necessarily mean that I have an orgasm, though with him I invariably did. With him I learned to masturbate openly. Not a big deal in many relationships but for me it was something that men did not us women.

Our time together may have been brief but he changed my outlook on love and sex completely, not that I had been with another partner in the mean time.

I remembered how shocked I was when he asked me to shave my pussy. I had argued with him that perverts who want schoolgirls ask for that but he persuaded me that it was so nothing was hidden. He said that he found it erotic. The first time I masturbated in front of him with a newly shaved pussy he came quickly. All the time he kept telling me how erotic and sensual it was. He came before me and I lasted about ten minutes! On my own it took longer.

When he had recovered we had the most amazing sex.   Having no hair on my mons made it more sensitive. My clit poked out when I was aroused, making it easier to stimulate. James took full advantage of this, alternating the position and depth of his thrusts to drive me to distraction. I ended up begging him to give me my release.

And he had made me hornier than I thought possible. Sex had always been a perfunctory thing for me. My concern had been to satisfy the man and forgo my own pleasure. With James I learned that I could have the best of both worlds. Our desires could be sated, though perhaps in different ways and for different reasons.

“Trish? Trish are you listening?”
I was jolted back to reality. “Sorry.   I was miles away.   What did you say?”
“The divorce is under way. She called me when you were talking with Nicky. My solicitor has put the wheels in motion.”
“Oh.”
Stealthily he crept up on me, wrapping his arms around me and nibbling at my neck. “I want you,” he whispered.

I tried to answer but no words would come. Instead I tilted my head back, allowing him to nibble on the sensitive flesh of my neck.

Continuing to nibble at my sensitive skin, driving me crazy, he allowed a hand to roam beneath the band of my skirt, to sneak under my brief, almost non existent G-string. He sighed heavily when he realised that my mons was still sleek and free of hair.

“Hmm Trish, you are so wet. You still want me.” Without waiting for a response he unhooked the button on my skirt then slid the zip down, allowing the skirt to fall to my ankles. “Reach behind and touch me.”
His voice was like thick molasses, sugary, heavy yet moreish. I always expected a voice sounding like molasses to be sickly but his wasn’t. It was desirable. Necessary almost. Hell I didn’t understand so how would any one else?

I turned to face him, my right hand reaching down and touching him. I shivered. Damn, he was so big! I slicked up and down his covered shaft a few times then pulled down the zipper and opened the button.   His loose trousers slid down to his ankles.

“You still want me.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement. James was right. Him being right did not make this right.
“I can’t.”
“It’s right Trish. It has always been right. You love me and I love you. Don’t fight it honey.”

LOVE????

I was disconcerted. Knowing that I loved and wanted him did not make it right.

The way he was caressing and nibbling at my neck was making my knees buckle. All my strength and resolve was leaving me.

“James I…”
“Shush…let me love you. Let me give you the start of what we want – the beginning of our lives together.”
“James…”
“I love you Trish. I always will. Let yourself go. Relax for me and let me make you happy.”
“James I…”
“Oh love,” he kissed my neck sweetly. “I need you. I love you so much that it hurts. Let me love you and never leave you.”

My brain was addled with a myriad of confusing thoughts.

“Never leave?” I managed to pathetically whimper.
“Never leave. I love you too much.”

I didn’t have time to think let alone speak. His mouth crashed onto mine, his tongue insistently pushing into my mouth. Talk about passion and lust! It brought back memories of the quickies we would wangle under the falsehood of needing a cigarette. That man could take me from soporific to orgasmed out in less than five minutes!

When we broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily.
“Bed,” he whispered urgently.
I was in no mood to argue. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. Mischievously I winked at him then led him by the hand to the bedroom.

Feeling bold I launched my highly aroused body on to the bed. “Let me watch you undress,” I simpered, my eyes making their way to his crotch, making him grin knowingly.

Deliberately I propped the pillows up and sat against them with my knees raised, slightly parted so that he could see what was waiting for him. Slowly and deliberately I removed the few clothes that remained on my body.

“You really know how to drive a man insane, you know?” Hurriedly he whipped his boxers off, his dick standing proudly and glistening at the tip with an almost invisible pool of precum.
“You think seeing you undressing, having a beautiful eager twitching hard on isn’t driving me insane? Think again.”
He blushed. Discarding his jacket and shirt to the floor he strode toward the bed.

“Uh huh,” I said shaking my head. “Stay there. I want to watch you play with that wondrous cock of yours whilst you tell me what you want to do to me, and what you want me to do to you.”
“Trish!”   His voice was practically pleading. “This is fucking torture.”
“It’s exciting the fuck out of me James.” I opened my legs wider and slid two fingers into my wetness. He was transfixed. When I licked off the juices the guttural groan that escaped his lips made me think he was going to cum. “This will soon be yours,” I said somewhat raggedly, my excitement taking over my senses.

“Touch your clit too much and you’ll cum without me,” he complained, slowly stroking his cock.
From the way he was biting his bottom lip I was in no doubt that he was having acute difficulty remaining in control. He needed to cum.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet only just managing to touch the carpeted floor. “Come and stand in front of me.”
He was there like a shot! Helpfully placing his hard wet cock before my mouth with one hand. The other gently urged my head forward.

“You’ve disappointed me James,” I said with fake despair.
“What?”
“Don’t worry. You still get your reward although you did omit to describe, in graphic detail, what you wanted from tonight.”
A dirty grin formed on his gorgeous sexy lips. “You are such a tease!”
“Like you didn’t know!” I winked.
Shyly he snickered. “It’s one of the reasons that I can’t get you out of my head.”
“You taught me to be this way,” I said flicking my tongue briefly over the eye of his penis and collecting the pool of precum that had continued to collect there.

“Fuck woman!”
“You don’t like?” I asked innocently.
“I like too fucking much for you to leave it at that you minx!”
“Perhaps you’d like it like this?” I cupped his scrotum and teased the covered spheres concealed within the silky skin.
“Oh God!” He threw his head back.
“I want you to watch me James. Watch me taking this huge engorged cock of yours deep into my mouth. Watch me suck and lick you. Watch as you cum in my mouth.”
“You dirty bitch!” he grinned, grabbing my hair roughly. “Damn but I have missed you.”

I put my other hand on his buttocks. “Time for you to experience my hot wet mouth again I think.” I guided his cock into my mouth.

Initially I found it uncomfortably large and drew back a little. A little more steadily I then began to take his full length and huge girth into my keen mouth, letting my tongue slide over and around him.
Confident I was ready to take him, I shifted position then took his whole cock deep into my throat, nibbling the root of his cock before withdrawing. Not once did I break eye contact with him. If rapture existed, James was experiencing it.

I varied the speed and depth that I took him, then completely withdrew. James appeared bewildered. I merely winked at him before ringing the ridge of his cock with my tongue. His balls were starting to contract. They were so large now. Bursting to release the semen they held. I needed to taste him.

Moving my hand from his arse to masturbate him I sighed. “You make me act like a horny tart.”
“You may be horny but you’ll never be a tart,” he grunted breathlessly. “You know what you like and how to please me. That is a rare combination.”
“I get drunk on you. You are my drug of choice.”
“And you are mine,” he panted as my hand sped up.
“Time to change over,” I grinned. “Cum in my mouth James. I want to taste you.”

I took his engorged cock into my mouth again. How I had missed this! I moved a hand back to his arse and started to rub a finger lightly over his anus. My eyes seeked his approval to take my explorations further. Knowing what I was asking his permission for, he nodded his assent.

I communicated my understanding with a wink. Confusing him briefly, I withdrew my finger and thrust several into my now sodden pussy. Satisfied they were well lubricated I placed my juices over his hole. Gently I probed forward. There was barely any resistance. He was so up for this. Twice more I covered his hole with my juices. The final time I slid two fingers into him.

James gasped in surprise. His cock quivered in my mouth. This was pleasurable for him. Instinctively I knew.   My fingers scissored his hole whilst my mouth and tongue worked my special tricks on him. How I adored the way he needed to bite his lip to prevent himself from forcing the pace and bringing about his release. Torture? Yes perhaps, but it was a torture that he loved.

In unison my fingers thrust into his hole hitting his sensitive prostate, my mouth capturing and tormenting his hardened, painful cock.
“Keep watching me!” I ordered.
“But…”
“Watch me James!”

My mouth suckled on him more delicately, knowing that the change of sensations would tantalise and confuse him. It was a nice feeling knowing that I was in control. James would have his turn. He had to wait a little longer, that’s all. This was a relationship were neither had the upper hand. We both had the ability to be dominant. We both knew that the other got their rocks off because of it.

This was a relationship? Presumptuous of me perhaps.

His bucking and spasming increased with my continued manipulation of his prostate. Abruptly I withdrew my fingers, took him deeply into my throat and sucked on him.   My manipulations of his testes grew firmer and more vociferous. He was so close!

Muddied dark brown eyes glared at me, begging me to continue. Like I was about to stop! I don’t think so. I wasn’t lying when I had said that I wanted to taste him. James’ cum had a unique taste. From the alcohol, junk food and cigarettes that were his passion, nature decreed it ought to be foul, bitter and salty. It was anything but. In my limited experience it was the most awesome and moorish I had known. I had only ever swallowed the cum of one of my other partners more than once. James’ cum I almost had an addiction to.

In my sauciest, most provocative dreams I could still taste him. Now I wanted to taste him for real. Dreams were no longer enough.

“Come for me,” I whispered in the brief moment I ceased sucking his dick.
His head lolled backwards but I reached for him, making him watch me. Panting heavily his muscles began to tighten. His body throbbed and bucked. To control him I had to place my hands back onto his arse and hold him firmly.

He whimpered then groaned. Watching his thick creamy cum spurt into the back of my mouth, I put one hand on his pulsing cock, guiding it to continue relinquishing it’s heavenly fluid to me. Nectar of the Gods? That was James’ cum, no doubt about it.

I pulled his weary body onto the bed, cuddling up to him. “Good?”
“Hmm,” he nodded, holding me more firmly.
He needed to recover. That in itself made me smile. How could he be so unaccustomed to the joy of oral sex or to the shattering emotions that it wrought?

Sated, we sank into slumber. I awoke with James covering me with the quilt on the bed.
“Sorry darling but you were getting cold,” he whispered carefully covering my body.
“So make me hot,” I dazedly murmured. Half awake/ half-asleep I knew what I wanted. “Make love to me James.”
“Later,” he smirked. “Right now you need to rest.”
“Right now I need you to make love to me.” My lips pressed against his. My teeth gently pulling and nibbling at his lower lip until he succumbed and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

“What?” I sleepily mumbled, irritated by the tapping on my shoulder.
“Trish you need to get up. I need to go home and put some different clothes on. I’ve worn these for two days already.”
“Oh.”
“Stop whining!” he giggled, pulling at my earlobe with his warm lips. “As I recall it was your lust that kept us awake for much of the night.”
“Don’t lay all the blame on me,” I said through a yawn. “You didn’t put up a fight.”
“It’s not that easy to refuse the woman I love. Especially not when she can be so persuasive.”
I turned over, snuggling into his warmth. “You didn’t require much persuading,” I accused. Seeing his blush made me smile. “Heaven help me James but I love you.” The passionate kiss was the most natural thing in the world to do. I never wanted to let him slip through my fingers again.

“Don’t panic,” I grinned. Finally we were on our way to meet Sean and Nicky. I was then taking them to a radio interview. Their instruments should already be there. At least I was praying there were. “We will still be there in plenty of time.”
“It’s not that I’m worried about. It’s all the questions from Sean and Nicky. They don’t know about the divorce yet.”
“I understand if you’ve changed your mind. I do know how complicated this is for you.”
“Changed my mind about what? Telling them I’ve actually used my brain and am seeing you? You gotta be kidding me. I can’t wait.”

“It was only yesterday that they were commenting on the cold atmosphere between us. This is going to come as quite a shock.”
“Hmm, I can cope. Can you? We were having an affair after all.”
I glared at him. “Don’t start that again. I don’t want to jeopardise this so bloody quickly.”
“Sorry.”
“It would have never happened if I’d known,” I sighed. “But…”
“But what?”
“I’m glad it did. I just wish that the circumstances were different. However, neither of us can change the past. I love you James. The rest of it is up to us.”

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