Horizontal Swing
Part III

I felt his teeth bite into my neck with just the right amount of pressure. I sighed, letting out a long pent up breath in response to the sensations coursing through my nerves at the love bite he administered. His smell was stronger now that our bodies were so close on his bed and he smelled so manly and intoxicating.

Though I was now on his bed and in his arms I felt that I must be dreaming all these wonderful feelings. I was wanting to roll over and unleash my untamed nature on him but still felt so weak from his presence that I could at this moment merely respond. He pulled me tighter to his frame and slid more of his weight on top of me while he allowed his teeth to nibble my collarbone. My hands were making a tangled mess of his hair as I responded to his every move. I felt his hands burning through the material of my dress at my hips, his fingers slowly circling in a hypnotic manner. I began to pull at his clothing, trying to free him of his shirt via “Ripping Mindlessly” method. Thankfully he got he hint. Suddenly I was lying there free of him as he leapt to the side of the bed. I looked at him and saw that even while divesting himself of his shirt he had not broken visual contact with me. Even in the candlelight I could see the glow of his unusually shaded hazel eyes staring at me hungrily. I was feeling very vulnerable suddenly. Quite girlish and naïve. I knew what was next, it wasn’t like I hadn’t been through this before, but I just felt completely unequipped to deal with this potent passion.

I could feel a mild trembling inside my body and knew I was not catching nearly enough breath. To add to my flustered state, while still looking at me with a deep glow in his eyes, he slowly began to remove his pants. His shirt had been hard enough for me; I mean it was seeing his face and his lightly muscled chest bared to my gaze that already had me responding like a schoolgirl. But he wasn’t allowing for me to play hide and seek, make believe that happens when clothing is pulled away while lovers are tussling… Eyes closed in the heat of the moment.

No, Tristan was being surely deliberate with his gradual strip tease by the side of the bed. For someone who did not want me to think much he was allowing for plenty of that to happen. But as well, he must have known what I was thinking. For his face was confident… his shirt had fallen to the side and I was thinking how much I wanted to touch that bare chest.

Now as his pants slid to the floor and he stepped out of them toward the bed I felt my whole body tense. I did not want to stare and at the same time I could not look away. His sturdy naked body was bared to my eyes and aside from the fact that I found his build more than appealing; his erection was absolutely my idea of art. And also very much my idea of intimidating. Not that he was bearing a dangerous weapon, it was that he exuded pure powerful presence and I was under a spell of helpless desire to touch and taste all that I saw.

He climbed into the bed slowly and I sat as he approached. Before I could stop myself my fingers were caressing him from shoulder to waist. He kneeled in front of me and I crawled up to kneel in front of him. There I could touch all that I saw. It was obvious that my hands were shaking while I ran my fingertips and nails lightly over his skin. I felt a flush run over me as he closed his eyes to take in the sensation and his face revealed his pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked at me quietly for a moment.   hen he reached forward and pulled my top over my head. He was nothing if not direct. It was obvious that he did not want to deal with clothing anymore. I tried to help by reaching behind me to unfasten my bra when his voice interrupted my process.

“Anne… that is my job, and you wouldn’t want to take the fun out of this for me would you?” His voice was teasing and strong. I just giggled nervously and nodded my head. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips as his hands moved to make short work of my bra. It was off faster than I could imagine and both of his hands fully cupped my free flesh. I moaned against his kissing lips and though I did not mean to, swayed backward. He caught me before I could make contact with the bed… One hand encircling my waist and the other still in massaging contact with my full breast. In this position I was arched backward as if in a dip, yet still on my knees. This must have been an appealing invitation for I felt his lips close over my right breast.

“Ooooohhhh… ” I sighed out loud. He sucked the hard tip of my nipple into his mouth in answer. My hands were on his shoulders and I tipped back as far as I could while pulling him. This worked like a charm, he was now over me and my legs were free to wrap around his hips. This pushed his suave manner to the side, obviously. Because now he pushed his hips hard against me and I felt the full pressure of his erection against my womanness. His hand continued to caress and manipulate my left breast and his other hand had slipped beneath my rear when I pulled him over me. He pulled my hips tightly against his while he ground down against me.

The frenzy of passions was suddenly spiraling upward at an increasing pace. I wriggled underneath him in ecstasy and began to try and push my skirt and underwear off at the same time. He more than took the hint; he lifted himself up for a second and pulled me free of both of these garments with the same speed and finesse he had with my bra.

Suddenly a funny thought occurred to me… “Wardrobe Change…” is what my mind said. He had become great at getting clothing off fast from his many performances. The funny thought was replaced by a new and less funny one. He was now naked, pressed to my nakedness and I could feel his sleek hard length slide along the slippery folds of my sex and now practical thought was replaced by need. I gasped at the tempting sensation and my eyes flew to his. When our eyes regained contact I heard him groan in his chest. I was extremely wet, fully aroused and his knowledge of this from our tightly pressed bodies obviously played on his temperament in the same manner as mine. I had thought maybe there would be much foreplay as we “adjusted” to the feel of each other. But now with him so close all I could think about was him even closer. He watched my eyes; it was as if he continued to look into my eyes to read my thoughts. This was broadcast loud and clear. Because while our eyes were still united he shifted his hips and I felt him slide into position. The tip of his manhood was now gently resting against my entrance.

“Tristan…” I said… and my voice contained the sound of passion mixed with the trace of pleading and I realized that I was imploring him not to hold back.

“Anne.” He answered in a husky tone and I knew that it was an answer to my unspoken plea. He pushed forward slowly filling me and I could feel the gradual heat and pressure as he pleased me with his approach. My nails were digging into his upper arms as I felt electric sensations shooting from my core through my whole body, as he possessed me with deliberate sensuality.

“Tristan!” I cried out and there was less of a plea involved and he responded instantly. His lips met mine and his hips crashed into my own with all the barely controlled fury. He began to thrust deeply and quickly into my demanding body and I was kissing him with more than just lust. My hips rolled to meet him and my legs gripped him almost too tightly for easy movement. But he was more than capable of dealing with every movement I made. The feel of his marble length plundering my velvety depths was like a thousand stars exploding inside me. I knew I was going to have an orgasm and soon.

Tristans weight pressed over me felt strangely comforting as he held me tightly. My body was responding to his every thrust forward. My thighs gripping his hips were shaking in pre–orgasmic lust. I knew I was so close, but then I looked up into his leonine golden eyes. They pierced through me with deep passion and he sped up his powerful pace in response to the look he must have seen in my own eyes. I felt the tension grip me from deep inside, the rapid build up, and then waves of volcanic intensity chase from my crown to curled toes. He watched me like a hawk, as my climax possessed me. My muscled gripped his plundering shaft in ecstatic surges. I cried out pulling him even closer to my body than I thought possible. His pace was slower, drawing out my pleasure with animal awareness. Though I knew he was just as human as I, the way he held me and took me, I felt he was more of a god. Gently the waves of my orgasm released me, and he slowed his movements to a stop. He was still in full control of me, buried within my tight warmth. I opened my eyes to see his blazing with scarcely controlled fire. His breathing was uneven and short and the sweet perspiration of his body rained gently down.

It suddenly occurred to me that his passion was barely in control, and he was pausing to prolong our dance. I moaned softly with new arousal coursing through my veins. And he answered with a resonant primal sound. His eyes closed and he took in a deep breath. His body was showing the wear of this sort of control with slight tremors. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. He began to withdraw gradually, moving his glistening length from me bit by bit. The sensations were more sensual than ever. His lips descended to my own and he kissed me unhurriedly while driving back into my super sensitized body. Now he moved his hips in quick short circles and my legs began to severely quake. I could hardly believe it; he in such a little amount of time was invoking another peak with his chained fury.

Tristans tongue danced in and out of my mouth flicking my lips lightly as his pace increased. Then I heard it… a ragged moan, so baritone it vibrated in my chest. He seized my hips almost painfully and drawing almost all the way out slammed into me with a demonic force. My back arched as the second wave of my consumption struck me, and breaking our kisses I let out a scream. His voice was just as elevated as mine as his strong hips lifted my own while he shook above me. My pussy gripped and caressed his well-deserved ejaculation. He buried his head in the nook between my shoulders and neck while he held me in a death grip.

I felt the heat of him filling me with tides of his enraptured release. He slowly relaxed and sank into my soft body. He remained inside me while he wrapped his arms around me. I could still feel tremors coursing though my love canal and little jumping answers from his manhood. His syrupy juices flowed from my body in a teasing reminder of our shared exploration. I felt myself slipping drowsily away, but not before I felt his tender kiss on the slope of my breast and his caring snuggle into my form.