As I sit here, staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, trying to write anything that sounds interesting, I hear a soft purring noise of my lover behind me, a sound I was all too familiar with. I look to see Andrea turn and reposition herself in her sleep. As she moves the sheets slips off and exposes her breast. The light seeps through the blinds and hits her just right. As if to highlight the glory and elation I feel when I see them. My mouth instantly waters. I want to roll my tongue around her nipple, nibble and suck on them until they become hard like Hershey’s kisses.
She relocates again, and they move. Teasingly shaking and waving at me. Taunting me. It's like she is daring me to come for them. ROUND ONE. FIGHT, I hear as I accept the unspoken challenge. I must move strategically so I don’t make my opponent aware of my movements. First, I tie my hair back. One stray hair could ruin everything. Second, I control my breathing. Getting overly excited could make way for mistakes. Finally, I moisturize my lips. Dry lips fuck up the mood.
I move in, lying next to her so that my mouth was nipple level. I stick out the tip of my tongue and lightly flick her nipple. She moans a little and moves slightly. Just the little swirl of my tongue around her nipple sends electricity through my body, and I get excited. Step two, I remember and take a deep breath, center myself and move with her so I didn't lose the upper hand. And when she stills, I lower my mouth and graze her nipples again. Andrea moans more and louder, her moans always sound like music to me, but now they sound like a war cry, and it sends shivers down my spine. I try not to outwardly quake but, no luck. My arms start to shake, almost making me lose the high ground.
I perfect my oral assault on her right nipple. I use finger to nipple combat on the other, rolling it in between my moist index finger and thumb. Gently tugging and squeezing it as she let out short moans. I knew that the sensations would wake her, so I stop, not wanting the surprise sneak attack to end. I look for a more sensitive part of her to focus on. And I find it as I move the sheets further down her body to expose the rest of her soft creamy cocoa brown skin. I lightly run my tongue down her terrain, leaving soft kisses all over her stomach. I can smell the tangy sweetness, of her arousal, the closer I got to my destination.
I reach the source of the delicious smell, that has me craving sustenance. Her pussy is slick with juices, waiting for me to fulfill my thirst from her river. I smile looking at the reward my efforts have brought me. I dip my tongue into her folds and savor the satisfying taste. She moans louder and scoots into my face. I pull my tongue out to see a trail of her sweetness coming from her clit to my tongue, I suck on her swollen nub. She lets out an audible, "Oh Shit,” as I slide my fingers inside her slowly. She rocks her hips into me, fucking my fingers and my face at the same time, running her fingers through my hair to hold on for the ride.
"Oh, My God," She opens her bright hazel eyes and looks down at me smiling, "Mm, Good Morning, Baby. My boobs incited war again?"
I shake my head, yes, never removing my mouth from her love. I continue my steady rhythm until her body movement matches mine. She massages my head while I eat her, sending more shockwaves of intense pleasure through me. She knows that the combination of her fingers through my short cut brown hair and her pussy in my mouth drives me insane. She raises up, moves long black hair from her face just to run her nails up my back. As I start to shiver, I hear her chuckle. The Gauntlet has been thrown, I think to myself. She knows exactly what she is doing. She is trying to win this battle. The first one that comes loses and the loser cooks breakfast. And she was in it to win.
"You like that, don't you baby? You like how I ride your face," she says, as she rakes long pinks nails across my skin again, "You're going to come eating this pussy, aren't you?"
Don't say it, don't say it, I think to myself knowing the battle would soon be over. She has the key to unlock the floodgates of pleasure, and she isn't afraid to use it. She fights dirty, whenever she wants to win and walk away from the victor, she pulls out the heavy artillery.
"Aren't you…Stevie J," she giggles, knowing that calling me my erotic writer pen name, would drive me wild. She runs her fingers through my hair and tugs, not enough to remove my mouth but just enough to make my defenses fall.
This is it. The battle is ending. My control snaps instantly, and I come hard releasing her pussy from my mouth and driving my fingers deep into her. I let out a loud cry of pleasure. The loud breathy moans signal my defeat and ignites her own waves of pleasure. She threw her head back freeing moans that sounded like trumpets of victory.
"Damn it," I say, flopping onto the bed. Looking at her with a pretend angry look on my face, "You couldn't just let me have that one?"
"Not after the last battle. Nope. Paybacks a bitch and I'm not close to being done with you."
"What," I question.
She pulls back the cover to see that, I am still strapped, wearing the 9-inch dildo that had her conceding with screams and convulsions last night. Her eyes lit up like a child opening a Christmas gift.
"I see you're still prepared for battle," she says, as her full plump lips curved into a knowing smile.
"I'm always ready for battle," I say, thrusting my hips up, "I'm armed and dangerous."
"We'll see about that," she says, "you may be armed, but dangerous, I think not"
She smirks, her eyes lower and darkens because she knows those are fighting words. She moves her petite frame to straddle and kiss me again. I flip her over in one swift movement and she's under me again. Her small 5'1, 100 lbs. body, had never been a problem for me to handle and never compared to my 5'5 145lbs of all muscle, she always liked when I showed her how strong I could be. I look down at her and chuckle like I had just done something big. She looks at me unimpressed, trying not to show how turned on she is. I could feel waves of heat flowing through her skin, her chest heaving up and down trying to control herself, trying not to show any signs of enjoyment. I love it. The challenge in her eyes speaks volumes. She wants me to be more aggressive, more forceful. Soft kisses, hugs, and slow lovemaking is not her intention. She wants a fight.
Round Two. Fight!
It’s like she could read my thoughts. As soon as I thought it, she goes in for the kill, bring her hands up to my back and dug her nails in, biting her lip. My hand came down hard on her thigh, Smack. She let out a whine of pleasure.
"It's like that," she says, breathing heavy.
"You brought this on yourself," I say, as I rub the spot where my hand landed. Trying to sooth the little pain before I bought more.
I rub my thigh against her pussy, and can feel the hot river coming from her. She moans and arches her back at the touch. I take her neck into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on a pulsating vain in her neck. I shudder inwardly when my fingers felt the wet silkiness of Andrea. She always gets so wet. I close my eyes, bring my fingers to my mouth, lick each one and revel in the sweetness that is Andrea. I tease her opening with my fingers, swirling around in her wetness, preparing her for my dick to invade.
"Mm, shit, fuck," Andrea whimpers.
"That's right, baby let me know how much you like it when I play with your pussy," I growl in her ear.
She looks at me with a scowl, biting lip trying not to make any more noises, so she didn't give away her position. With every stroke of my finger over her clit she squirms, her eyes roll, and she closes them trying to will herself not to come. She isn't going to give me what I wanted this way. We have many sneaky, on-the-low finger play, under the table sessions, she is skilled at not letting clitoral stimulation make her make noise.
I want to hear her. I want to feel her convulse under me in pleasurable defeat, and I know what will work. I have been actively getting a Ph.D. in Loving Andrea, with a minor in Blow Her Fucking Back Out. Slowly and deliberately, I introduce all 9-inches of my weapon to her silky passage. She sucks in air and quivers, as she gets use to the dildo in her. I stare down into her face and she is cracking. Her eyes and lips are shut tight, she wants to come but doesn’t want to lose this battle. I press into her and her eyes fly open as she hisses, letting out the air she sucked in like a tire losing pressure. She glares at me as I smile because she made the first sound of defeat. It won’t be long. The tongue lashing, and finger play was the first line of offense, but this long hard staff was the finisher.
I start picking up the pace, finding my rhythm. I can feel how turned on she was. Her pussy was dripping with wetness. As I pulled out I can see her glistening wetness on my dick. I could feel it on my thighs is I rubbed against the moist pubic hair that surrounded her opening. I thrust into her harder and she let out an "mmm."
“That is Drea, baby," I say with a smirk, "It won't be long, Love. Just give in. Come for me baby"
“Fuck. You.” Andrea says, through gritted teeth.
“Okay,” I say, before giving her three, deep thrust.
“Shit,” She sighs, she knew what was next.
"Come for me, Love. Let me feel you let go." I say while nibbling on her ear.
She clutches me hard and pulls me close. Both our bodies were hot, dripping with sweat. The contact of our skin sent shivers through both of us. I can feel the ease at the way the dildo moves in and out of Andrea, she's open and ready for defeat. Her defensives have dropped, and I deliver the final blow.
I bit down hard on her neck, sinking my teeth in hard, and then licked the outline of my teeth. Tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. While giving her long, deep, deliberate stokes. Beating down her walls of defense. She wraps firm thighs around me, locking me in place.
“Fuck. I’m…I’m,” she says, before she lets out a loud high pitch moan, throwing her hips into me, “OH. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Stevie.”
“Yes, baby. That's it. Come for me,” I say, keeping a steady rhythm. Fucking her through her waves after wave of orgasms, lifting her and leaning back so she can ride me the rest of the way.
I watch as her breast bounce in front of my face. The round, fullness of her smooth cocoa brown boobs and chocolate kiss nipples, tease me again. I reach out and grab one massaging the firm mound in my hand while sucking on her hard perks, while she bounces on my dick. I release her nipple with a pucker sound to lean back and watch her impale herself on me. I can feel her hot silkiness streaming running down my thigh, I want to see. See the glistening of her arousal on me. Watch as she soaks it with her juices that only flow for me.
Her body shakes again this time more violently as she comes again, she falls back on to the bed and I follow her down. Still buried deep inside of her, kissing her shuddering body that is hot to the touch. She grabs my ass, as I give one more push into her. She opens her eyes after coming down from her orgasmic high, to see me staring and smiling.
“Get the fuck off me,” she says panting breathlessly and pushing on me.
“Don’t be upset. You lost. It’s okay love.” I say, kissing her as I pull out.
I drop next to her, pulling her close and say, "I would like pancakes, beef sausage, and potatoes, with a nice cold glass of orange juice."
“I’m not making that,” Andrea laughs.
“Yes, you are. You lost homie. Those are the rules.” I say with a hint of a whine.
“We are having breakfast with my folks this morning,” She grins, “So let's get up, hop in the shower because we have to be there in 45 min.”
She rolls out of bed, with an evil laugh, while I sit there stunned at the blatant disrespect of the rules of war. She tricked me into a fight. Letting me win the battle but losing the war prize. She had planned to lose all along. She had no intention of giving me my just rewards. I sit there and shake my head at the sexy craftiness.
"Hey," she sticks her head out of the bathroom door, "Maybe I can give you a consolation prize."
She licks her lips, while she devours me with her eyes. She turns to get in the shower, but before she reaches to close the door, I was behind her. And I thought, there is no way we’re making it to her folks. She will obey the rules of war. I will get my breakfast.