A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 10

Clearing her throat, the brunette looked up at me and clarified, "Well, ever since I saw it on the internet anyway. I wanted to know what it felt like. I didn't do very good, did I?"

"You did fine," I assured her. "I think it is something you have to work up to."

"Have you been with anyone...?" Jessika started to ask, but then she stopped herself.

"Um," was all I managed before Jessika saved me.

"I am guessing that might be something I do not want to know about," she commented, her eyes unreadable.

"I would say that is probably right," I agreed as I watched her expression closely.

I believed Jessika when she told me she was not interested in being more than friends with benefits, but I was also coming to understand that she was a pretty competitive person. I did not think it would be a good idea to give her details about the activities in which I had engaged with my younger paramour.

Jessika stared up at me, and just as it began to be awkward, she leaned forward and took my penis back into her mouth. I did not put my hands behind her head this time, and she did not grab me and pull me closer. She did take my as far in as she could and sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks.

After just a few seconds of her incredible suction, I groaned aloud, after which Jessika pulled all the way off my erect penis.

"You appear to be nice and hard now, Mr. Warner," she proclaimed.

"I concur," I replied.

"Can we move to the carpet in the living room if you are going to fuck me on the floor like a cheap whore?" she inquired, smiling.

"We can, if you are not tough enough to be fucked on the kitchen floor," I conceded.

Jessika glared at me as she lay back on the cold, hard tile floor of the kitchen. She then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, her eyes never leaving mine.

For my part, I dropped my eyes from her face, running them first over her heaving chest and then down her slightly rounded belly to the swell of her vulva, which was covered with a short growth of hair. Getting down on my knees - and instantly regretting I had suggested she was not tough enough for the tile floor - I leaned forward and began to lick at her exposed sex.

"I thought you were going to fuck me," she moaned.

My response was to take her clitoris into my mouth and suck it gently.

"Oh fuck!" she blurted out as she reached down and grabbed my hair.

Letting go of her clit, I started to kiss my way up from her labia to just below her large, magnificent breasts. Then I used my tongue to tease the underside of them, licking wherever my tongue would reach, before the sexy brunette used my hair to pull my mouth up to one of her thick nipples. I eagerly sucked and licked on it as I brought a hand up to twist and pull the nipple of her other breast. I was rewarded with a sustained moan.

"I love your tits," I told her, after I had released her nipple.

"I do too," she grinned, a mischievous glint to her gray eyes.

I shook my head even as I moved up between her legs so that my erection was rubbing against the opening to her wet pussy. Jessika bit her lower lip and thrust her groin at me, obviously eager for me to enter her.

"You should be more modest," I teased her.

"As smart as you are, Mark," she shot back, "I am sure you remember what I told you I did for a living before being a massage therapist. Modesty is not a virtue in that setting."

"You said you were a stripper, as I recall," I replied.

"Exotic dancer, if you please," she said with mock seriousness.

"Or an 'ecdysiast', if you prefer the neo-Greek term," I suggested. "But they all still mean you shook your boobs at guys for money."

"How dare you say such things about me, Mr. Warner," the brunette gasped, an exaggerated look of shock on her lovely face. "You have it all wrong. I shook my tits AND ass for money."

"Well that is different," I agreed with a wink.

"My point, Mr. Jerkface, was that modesty may not be my strong suit, especially if it's false modesty," Jessika retorted. "And saying anything other than I love my tits would be false modesty."

"Maybe 'humility' would have been a better word to use," I countered.

"Hey, are we going to fuck or talk?" she asked. "I don't have to be on this cold, hard floor to talk."

"I thought women liked to talk," I pointed out, even as I positioned myself so that the head of my penis was rubbing in her short pubic hair.

"You are the one doing all the talking, so what does that say about..." Jessika started to say, but my hard shaft sliding inside her elicited a grunt that cut off her words.

"What were you saying, Jessika?" I inquired as I stared down into her smokey gray eyes.

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me," she moaned, and I was happy to oblige.

Establishing a firm, steady rhythm, I leaned down and took one of her thick nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting it. As I concentrated on one nipple, out of the corner of my eye I saw Jessika pull up her other breast so that she could lick and suck on that nipple herself. I had seen her do this before, but it was always extremely arousing to watch, and I was glad I had already climaxed once. Otherwise, I do not think I would have lasted long while watching the show she was putting one, especially when she made and held eye contact while she licked her nipple with exaggerated motions.

"Fuck that is hot," I groaned, slowing down a bit to make sure I did not move too far ahead of my lover.

"Would it be hotter if I was licking your cum off of my own tits?" she purred.

"Yes," I breathed as I tried without success to put out of my mind the image her words had evoked - I knew I would not last long if she kept asking things like that.

Jessika grinned and returned her mouth to her nipple. I shook my head and pushed up so that my arms were locked on either side of her. I also closed my eyes to block out her wanton display. Doing so helped some, but then she started making loud slurping sounds, and my imagination took over.

"If you keep doing that I am not going to be able to hold back," I warned the brunette, opening my eyes so I could glare at her.

"Then don't," she replied. "Fuck me hard and cum in me. Use me for your pleasure like I'm your little fuck toy."

"I want you to cum," I told her, slowing down even more in an attempt not to go over the edge.

Jessika shook her head even while she humped her hips up at me and brought her hands up to squeeze her own breasts. I knew I would not be able to hold out when she began pinching, twisting and pulling on her nipples.

With an inarticulate growl, I began to thrust into her harder and faster. The brunette stared up into my eyes and snarled back at me. Reaching down, I knocked her hands away from her breast and began torturing her nipples with my fingers.

"How do you like that, bitch?" I asked her, and Jessika pushed herself up onto her elbows and opened her mouth.

I lowered myself enough to meet her lips with mine, and then our tongues battled while I built to an orgasm. Without warning, Jessika bit my lower lip, and I immediately lifted up my right hand, grabbed a fistful of chocolate hair, and bit her lip in return, all while supporting myself with just my left arm.

When I let her soft lip free from my teeth, Jessika threw her head back and grunted something that might have been 'fuck'. As I brought myself closer and closer to my climax, I heard animalistic grunts and growls escape my own lips. And like an animal, the only thing I wanted was to fill my lover's pussy with semen.

I straightened up so that I was kneeling straight-backed while I slammed my engorged penis inside of her sopping wet pussy. I let go of her hair, bringing both hands to her chest so I could pinch a nipple with each. I pulled on her thick nubs until they and her lovely breasts elongated, then I let go. Jessika closed her eyes as her body jumped and she yelped. When her eyes opened again, they were wild.

Without consciously thinking through what I was going to do, I slapped each of her jiggling breasts with my right hand. The curvy brunette grunted with each impact, then brought her hands up to her breasts, squeezing them as her eyes rolled up into her head. A series of squeaks emanated from her parted lips and she shuddered beneath me.

Even as she was reaching her climax, the sound of the slaps I had delivered to her incredible breasts along with her reaction to them sent me over the edge, and I pushed my groin tightly up against hers as I ejaculated deep inside of her. I put my hand down beside my brunette beauty so I was again supporting myself with both arms and held myself there, laboring for each breath. As I tried to calm my breathing, I realized that my hair was plastered to my head with sweat, save for a strand that hung before my eyes, dripping.

The panting woman beneath me reached up to push back the soaked strand of hair, and I realized that she was in the path of the droplets of perspiration. I brought up my left arm and used it to wipe the sweat off my forehead, and while doing so, I studied my lovely paramour.

Jessika's face and chest were both flush and covered with a sheen of perspiration. Her pretty gray eyes were locked on mine, and a small smile played across her full lips. She then bit the side of her bottom lip and shook her head even as she rubbed her breasts. It was not until that point that I realized the red on them was not fading as quickly as the color in her face, and it dawned on me that the redness was from me slapping them, not from her orgasm.

"I did not realize I did it that hard, Jessika," I explained. "I do not know what came over me."

"Lust, maybe," the sexy brunette breathed. "And it wasn't too hard - just unexpected."

"I should have asked you first..." I started, but Jessika shook her head.

"That would've ruined it," she countered. "It was at the perfect time, too."

"Are you sure?" I pushed, my eyes still lingering on the still visible red marks on her large breasts.

"I am very sure, Mark," she assured me. "I didn't think there was in way I was going to cum with my ass on this hard, cold floor, so I am quite happy about it all."

I breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned down and kissed first one of her nipples, then the other, before locking my lips on her and kissing her deeply. When the kiss broke, Jessika smiled up at me, grabbed my head from behind, and pulled me to her for another kiss. This one lasted some time, and we were both starting to breathe hard again when she let me go.

"Now can we get up off this fucking floor?" she asked, and noticeable edge creeping into her voice.

"Shit," I blurted out as I pulled out of her and stood up.

Jessika sat up and held out her hands. Taking them, I pulled her to her feet and into a hug, my arms around her shoulders. The curvy brunette put her hands around my waist and pulled us even tighter together.

As we held each other tight, or still sweat slicked bodies pressed together, I whispered, "you have a little bit of an attitude - and a potty mouth - tonight."

Jessika pushed away from me, glared up at me, and punched my shoulder.

"Ow," I grunted as I brought my hand up to rub my shoulder, instantly regretting my decision to continue teasing my stronger-than-she-looked lover.

"Sorry," she cringed as she watched me rub my shoulder. "I admit I might be a little on edge. I've been horny as hell all week and I drove all day to get here. I think I have grown used to regular fucking again."

"I am glad you stopped by," I told her as I took her hand and led her to the living room. "I have missed you."

"I would've thought you were too busy to..." the lovely brunette started, but then stopped herself with a shake of her head. "Never mind that. Sorry."

"It is not a problem, Jessika," I assured her. "Want to find a movie to watch or maybe just sit and talk?"

Jessika, who had been looking down, chewing on her bottom and obviously thinking intensely about something, looked up, cocked her head to the side, and smiled.

"Either of those sounds great, Mark," she informed me. "But let me grab my clothes and go clean up a little first."

"If you want something more comfortable, I can get you those sweats you wore home before, or maybe the shirt you wore before that," I offered.

"I'll take the shirt, please," Jessika answered with a grin. "I liked wearing your shirt."

"It is in my closet," I told her. "Are you going to use the guest bathroom or the master?"

"Yours, of course," she replied.

"Then let's go," I said as I led her down the hall and into my bedroom.

After Jessika closed my bathroom door, I went to my closest and retrieved the same light blue dress shirt she had worn before. I also grabbed a t-shirt for myself. I next went to my dresser, where I found and put on a pair of shorts, then pulled the t-shirt on. Leaving the dress shirt on my bed, I went back to the entry hall and kitchen and picked up our discarded clothes. I stacked Jessika's on the coffee table in the living room and took mine to the laundry. By the time I returned to my room, my sexy brunette lover, her side to me, was just finishing buttoning up the shirt I had left for her.

For a moment, I stared at Jessika's incredible profile. My shirt flowed over the curves of her body, clinging to her large bosom and her rounded ass. Jessika must have heard me enter, or perhaps felt my stare, because she turned her head to look at me, smiled, and then turned her body to face me, holding out her arms as if she was inviting me to take a good, hard look, which is exactly what I did.

My curvaceous paramour laughed and asked me, "So, do you still like the way I look in your shirt, Mr. Warner?"

"Very much so, Jessika," I answered, returning her smile. "You look beautiful."

The brunette opened her mouth, seemingly on the verge of saying something but nothing came out. She then blinked a couple of times before finally closing her mouth. Dropping her eyes, she gave a tiny shake of her head, then looked back up at me.

"Thank you, Mark," she said softly. "Let's go pick out a movie to watch."

I followed Jessika from my bedroom back to the living room, and as I did so, I was pondering her reaction to my comment that she looked beautiful. Clearly, she had not expected me to tell her that; further, I did not think she had expected her own reaction either. I started to worry that perhaps I had pushed the friends-with-benefits paradigm into something different.

"That is a complication I do not need right now," I told myself, going to the kitchen to find something to drink as Jessika looked through my DVDs and Blu-Ray discs for a movie to watch.

"She is not the complication - she is the person you should be with," my conscience responded.

"She does not feel that way," I told myself, but not with the surety I might have felt even earlier that day.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside my concerns and took couple of bottles of cold water and a bowl full of pretzels back to my living room. As I walked in, I caught my breath at the sight I found - Jessika bending over and loading as disc into the Blu-Ray player. My shirt that she was wearing so nicely had ridden up so that it fell just below her shapely derriere, exposing all of her strong, slightly tanned legs.

"What did you pick?" I managed to ask as the brunette straightened up and turned to look at me.

"To Kill a Mocking Bird," she told me, holding up the case to the movie. "It is one of my favorites."

"It is one of mine, too," I agreed as I set our drinks and snack on the coffee table.

As she sat down on the couch, Jessika beamed at me, and doubt again crept into my head. I sat beside her, and my curvy friend snuggled up against me, her torso pressed against mine, her head on my shoulder. As the movie started, I lightly stroked her long, chocolate colored hair and hoped watching one of my favorite shows would keep me from overthinking what might or might not be going on with Jessika.

An hour or so later, I sat watching the movie as Jessika snored lightly. The only other time Jessika and I had sat down to watch a movie, she had fallen asleep as well, but that time I had texted Jessi while Jessika slept. This time, my phone was in my office where I had sat it down when the brunette had knocked on my door. It hit me then that I did not even know if Jessi might have texted me or tried to call me during the time since Jessika had arrived.

Gently shaking Jessika, I called her name. She sat up and blinked her eyes a few times.

"I fell asleep, didn't I?" she asked.

"Just a few minutes ago," I informed her.

"I guess I was more tired than I thought," she yawned, stretching her arms above her, which caused her ample bosom to rise, pushing it against the light, clinging fabric of my shirt that she wore.

"I guess so," I agreed, tearing my eyes from her chest.

"It is just so easy for me to relax around you, Mark," she explained through another yawn. "And I did drive several hours."

"Let's go to bed then, Jessika," I suggested. "We can watch the movie some other time."

The lovely brunette looked at me and chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. I could tell she was trying to make a decision. I thought about encouraging her to stay, but I decided to let her process play out.

"I have to work tomorrow," she finally said. "I think I should go home."

"I will set my alarm for you," I assured her. "I will make sure you have plenty of time."

Jessika smiled, then nodded. Without another word, I turned off the TV and entertainment system, stood up, and offered Jessika my hand. She took it, and silently I led her to my bedroom.

Once we were in the bedroom, Jessika drew me to her and kissed me. It was a different kiss than most of ours. Usually, when we kissed, it was either a quick, friendly kiss or a deeply passionate one. This one was soft and tender and lingering, and it made me wonder even more whether something more than friends-with-benefits might be happening between us.

"Please fuck me," she whispered in my ear when the kiss ended.

In answer, I began unbuttoning the shirt she wore, revealing the swell of her breasts, then her slightly rounded belly, then the soft, brown growth of her pubic hair. Bending over, I kissed all over the smooth skin of her breasts, teasing her thickening nipples with my tongue as I passed them.

Jessika was breathing harder now, and the motion made her chest rise and fall in a way that held me enthralled. I barely noticed as she let my shirt fall from her shoulders and land in a heap at her feet. All that was important for me in that moment was licking and kissing every inch of her magnificent breasts.

After some time, the now panting brunette pulled my head up, kissed me, drew my t-shirt off of me, and then sunk to her knees in front of me. Giving me a quick grin, she rubbed my erection through the soft material of my shorts before grabbing them and pulling them all the way down.

Once my rigid penis was free of my shorts, Jessika licked her lips as she stared at it. Then she began planting kisses all over it. After a several seconds of that, she took it between her full lips and sucked on it, hollowing out her cheeks as she looked up at me, her gray eyes full of desire.

I would have happily let the sexy brunette continue to apply that incredible suction to my erection, but she had asked me to have sex with her, so I gently pulled my member from her lips, took her hands, and drew her to her feet.

"Get in bed," I told her. "I will get the lights."

Jessika nodded and moved to the bed as I went to turn off the overhead light. When I turned back to the bed, I could just make out the form of the woman on it, lying on her back, her legs slightly spread.