We ride up the coast to Maine on your brand-new motorcycle and stop for the night at a cozy, secluded bed and breakfast inn. They show us to our room. It is very romantic, with a fireplace and antique Victorian furniture. Beside the sofa is a round little table with a white linen tablecloth and burning white candles. Our room also has a huge, king-size bed on a riser with two steps leading up to it. The bed has large fluffy pillows, crisp white sheets, and a huge down comforter.
As they deliver our dinner to our room, we can see that it is beginning to rain through the large, picturesque windows. The room has a balcony. We open the French doors so we can hear the raindrops and feel the cool breeze as it enters the room. We sit down at the dinner table and begin to sip on the Dom Perignon while we eat the tender steak, baked potatoes, carrots, and oven-fresh rolls we ordered for dinner.
After dinner, we take the throw blanket that is sprawled across the sofa and lay it out on the floor by the fireplace. We continue to drink the champagne and toast each other as we watch the embers glisten in the fire and listen to the rain.
We feed each other fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate and discuss the drive up. Then you take my hand and lead me out onto the covered balcony. We can feel raindrops trickle across our skin. You kiss me, and our tongues intertwine as we begin to kiss deep and passionately. You go back inside the room for a moment, returning with an empty bottle that previously contained the Perrier springwater we drank on the bike on the way up. You set it on the edge of the balcony, with the lid off, and little raindrops begin to fall into it. You look me in my eyes and tell me you are going to collect the raindrops in the bottle and save them as a remembrance of the night we first made love.
I run my fingers across your cheeks and then take your hand and begin to suck your fingers, putting each one entirely into my mouth and sucking it gently. You pick me up. I wrap my legs around your waist, and you hold me up against the wall on the rear of the balcony. We begin to kiss again, but deeper this time, as I caress the back of your head and run my fingernails down the center of your back, tickling your spine through your shirt.
The black skintight dress that I changed into for dinner and your white shirt and black trousers begin to get damp from the rain. You can see my hard nipples protruding from the top of my revealing dress. You pull the shoulder straps of my dress down and begin to suck on my left nipple and palm my right breast in your hand, rubbing your thumb across my nipple. You begin to grind your hips between my legs, and I can feel your hard dick applying pressure to my pussy. I begin to gyrate my hips on top of your dick through your pants.
You let me down gently back onto the balcony and turn me around with my face against the wall. You reach around me and grab my nipples, pinching them, and I begin to moan. I turn my head to the side to meet your tongue. We kiss again as your left hand reaches down between my thighs and begins to finger my pussy, pushing my panties to the side. I hold one of my hands up over my shoulder and grab the back of your neck, pulling your tongue closer into my mouth as I grind my pussy onto your fingers. You now have two of them inside of me.
You pull away from me and then kneel down, push the bottom of my dress up over my hips to my waist, and then rip my hunter green satin thong bikinis off. You grab my ass cheeks firmly and bite each one of them softly. You suckle on them hard until I have hickey marks on each one of them. I squirm a little from the pain as you bury your face in between my legs from behind. I arch my back, pushing my ass farther toward you. You begin to suck on my clit from behind, my ass all in your face. You begin finger-fucking my ass while I grind my pussy and ass all onto your face and tongue. I begin to moan uncontrollably, and you say "Ummmm" as you devour my pussy juices and finger my ass.
After a few more minutes of this, you stand back up, and I turn around. You pick me up, and I straddle my legs around your waist again. We begin to kiss as you carry me inside, walk up the two steps on the riser, and lay me softly on the comfortable bed.
I watch as the lightning from the storm seems to track on all the high round parts of your body. I cannot ever remember feeling more desire than at this moment. I lean toward you and gently feel your lips touch mine. Oh, how soft they feel. I could never dream of a more sensual moment.
With fire in my soul, I seemingly lick the honey from your lips as our kiss begins. Deeper and deeper, I am drawn into you as I continue to lick the sweetness from your lips. I begin to softly suckle on your bottom lip for the life-giving energy of your soul. My desire grows even more intense as your hand caresses my back and the nape of my neck.
You kneel over me on the bed and slowly take your shirt off, letting it fall silently to the floor. You reach through the darkness to feel the smooth surface of my skin. Gently, you massage my shoulders as you lower the straps of my dress. Soon the wonder of my exposed, hardened nipples and firm breasts fills your eyes.
I pull my arms from the straps and knowingly touch you where you need to be touched the most, caressing your dick through the pants you are still wearing.
I kiss you again with a passion full of fire. You cannot hold yourself back any longer as you grab my breasts and massage my tender nipples under your thumbs. How soft they feel under your touch! With each stroke, I can feel my desire rising. You reach with an open mouth to take my breast in. You lick the tip of my left nipple just to taste the sweetness of me. Slowly, you close your lips to encompass my sweet dark pearl. You suck for moments that seem to last an eternity. Then you bite gently into my tender fruit, pulling a little more with each increasing bite.
You stop for a moment, lifting your lips from my nipple. You watch as my nipple shivers in the air. You blow a gentle puff of air to dry the moisture from me and watch as my hardened nipple grows even more impressive.
You lick a soft trail down to my belly button, kissing my skin gently with each pause. You pull the rest of my dress off to reveal all of my smooth, flawless body.
You take my right foot into your hand and begin to suckle on my pretty, polished toes as I take the toes on my left foot and caress your dick with them. I cannot control my desire any longer. I sit up on the edge of the bed where you are standing, anxiously undo your belt buckle, and unzip your pants. You help me slide your pants and satin boxer shorts completely off, and you kick them aside.
I take in your beautiful, scrumptious-looking dick with my eyes, biting on my bottom lip in anticipation of the tremendous amount of delight it will bring me. Gently, I take it into my hands and massage it up and down the shaft with one hand and caress your balls lightly with the other.
I want so badly to partake of your splendid nectar. I take the tip of my tongue and lick the head of your dick straight down the middle, immediately tasting your delicious precum. I want some more, lots more, so I take the head of your dick into my mouth and suckle on it, contracting my cheek muscles in and out as I attempt to draw every single drop of precum that exists onto my awaiting taste buds.
The intensity grows as you begin to feed me your dick, gliding more and more of it into my mouth each time you direct it in and out. I moan with delight as your dick fills my throat. My own saliva begins to trickle out the sides of my mouth onto my erect nipples. I arch my neck so that I can deep-throat your entire dick. I can feel the head of it hitting up against my tonsils while your balls slam up against my chin. You taste so delicious, it's almost scary. I never knew a man's dick could be so delectable.
We are lost in time as you stand there feeding me your dick for moments on end. Even though I begin to gag on it at times, I gladly continue to suckle on it without hesitation. You tell me you don't want to cum yet, and you glide it slowly out of my mouth. I still want to partake of it, so I lick around the shaft with the tip of my tongue in long, circular strokes. Then I go underneath your dick and tickle your balls with the tip of my tongue. You moan a little and run your fingers through my hair while I take your ball sack gently into my mouth and bounce it around on my tongue. I am like a kid in a candy store, wanting to taste a little of everything.
I start to flicker my tongue at your belly button as you stand in front of me. I move my tongue up the center of your stomach as I get on my knees on the bed so that I can bite gently on your nipples. Then, you lift my chin up so I am looking deeply into your soft bedroom eyes, and you begin to tongue-kiss me with an intensity I have never known. My pussy is so wet! I can feel drops of my own juice running down the center of my thighs as the rain continues outside and the cool breeze invades our private haven through the open patio doors.
You take me by the hand and lead me over to the table with the linen cloth where we had shared our romantic meal. You tell me to lie down on the table as you sit in a chair directly in between my legs. I oblige and you anxiously begin to suck on my throbbing clit. It is covered with my juices by this point. You hold my thighs open with your hands and use your fingers to hold the lips of my pussy open so that you can partake of my sweet pearl. I moan as I lose control of my body, surrendering myself to you completely. I feel your tongue direct its way into my throbbing pussy walls. You stick a finger into my ass and begin to finger-fuck it while you tongue-fuck my pussy. I grind my pussy up into your face and begin to cum. I can feel you sucking all of it out of my pussy. After a few more moments of concentrating solely on my pussy, I can feel you lapping up all the juices that have trickled down my thighs earlier, as if to make sure you let not one drop of my sweetness go to waste.
You stand up between my legs and ask me if I am ready to feel you inside of me. I tell you I want nothing more. You stick the fingers of one hand into my mouth. I begin to suck on them as your other hand is still busy fingering my ass. As I lay there looking up at you, suckling on your fingertips, I see you lean forward and feel the head of your dick opening my pussy. You glide it in, and I arch my back, pushing my pussy farther onto the edge of the table and onto your dick. You glide your dick in and out of my hot, contracting pussy, making me take a little more of it each time it invades my sugar walls. Our moans are in unison now as we both take pleasure in our bodies melting together.
You fuck me harder and harder until I can feel your balls slamming up against my ass. I can feel myself climax again, and I let out a low scream. I caress my nipples with one hand and grab you by the back of your neck with the other, making you bring your dick deeper into me.
You lift me up gently, your dick still buried deep inside me, and carry me back over to the bed. You press my legs over my shoulders, using your chest to hold them in place, and begin to fuck me with no mercy. I cannot take it. I grab onto the headboard trying to pull away as you pound your dick deeper and deeper into me. I can feel the head of your dick inside my stomach. It is a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, but I want it all. I want you to tear my pussy up, fuck me like I have never imagined, so I take it and I cum over and over again. Orgasm on top of orgasm.
Time loses all meaning. We continue to fuck for what seems like hours on end. Long after the rain has stopped and our Perrier bottle is filled with memories of our first night together, as the sun begins to fight its way over the horizon, you are still fucking me.
I bury my head sideways into a pillow while you hold onto my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pump your dick in and out of my pussy from behind. As cum trickles down the inside of my thighs onto the sheets below, I silently hope to myself that it never ends.
Copyright © 2000 by Zane
Zane's The Sex Chronicles
THE Sex CHRONICLES
SHATTERING THE MYTH
Anyone who thinks that men are by nature more sexual than women or that African-American women are especially inhibited hasn't read Zane. Here, she presents an erotic read in three parts: Wild, Wilder, and Off Da Damn Hook. With a unique ability to tell it like it is -- and also to tell it like it could be in your wildest dreams -- Zane crafts stories about everyone from the sensual housewife who wants her husband to experiment more to a secret underground sorority of women that organizes some rather unconventional social events. By turns tender and outrageous, The Sex Chronicles is a pleasure from beginning to end.