I Know What You Need

DISCLAIMER: Characters and their naughty actions are my creations, and not based on any real persons, living or dead.


She was having the most enjoyable dream. A warm, pleasant tingling sensation between her legs caused her to moan in her sleep. It seemed to intensify then recede in delicious waves. She felt warm hands caressing her breasts and a delicate tickling of her nipples, coaxing her from her drowsy state. As she became more aware, she realized it was Craig holding her, moving inside of her, his hands gliding over her breasts to tease the sensitive tips.

She pressed back against him stretching her right leg over both of his and hooking it behind his knee for added stability. He thrust into her smoothly and nuzzled her neck, nipping at the soft flesh where it curved into her shoulder. He lowered one hand from where it was lightly twisting a nipple, to gently touch her clit.

Jennifer didn’t know which felt better: the driving length pounding into her from the back or the delicate teasing in the front. He always knew how to drive her crazy. She felt her climax building and reached around to clutch his hair, turning her face so she could touch his tongue with her own, her cries of pleasure echoing through the darkened house.

She finally relaxed, although she could still feel his hardness inside of her. Turning onto her back she looked up into his deep blue eyes. “You didn’t come,” she said, a slight note of disappointment entering her voice.

“It’s dinner time,” he replied and a slow smile spread over her face as she realized why he had held off. “We slept through lunch.”

“Kiss me now,” she whispered. He raised a quizzical brow, but did as she requested. Her mouth still tasted of chocolate and pussy and he found it terribly arousing.

When their kiss ended, he asked, “Why are you so determined I kiss you now?”

“I love your kisses, and wanted to get one last one in before I wound up with a mouth full of your cum.”

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t kiss you with a mouth full of my own cum?”

She looked up from where she was stroking his rock-hard shaft. “You know, you’re right. I forgot, you don’t mind. Some guys do, though.” Lowering her head, she began sucking him gently, teasing the head, tracing the veins all the way down to the root. She licked around the base, sliding her tongue between his balls and underneath, sucking them gently.

Craig closed his eyes and idly stroked her perfect ass. It was so smooth---her whole body was like satin. He knew she maintained it with full-body waxes on a regular basis. He’d accompanied her once and had to admit, he’d gained a new respect for strippers and porn stars: that shit looked like it hurt!

He pulled her leg over him so she straddled his body and she never missed a stroke. He opened her well-fucked lips and began teasing her already sensitive slit with his tongue. Damn, but she tasted so good---like cashews. He applied gentle suction to her inner lips and heard her moan around his cock. He smiled---the vibrations of her throat were quite pleasant against the head of his dick.

Jennifer pushed his legs further apart and ran her tongue down the crease where they joined his crotch. She could feel his sac tighten as she stroked his rod while licking the sensitive area between his balls and his ass. He would come soon. He had great control, but he’d been fucking her for a while before she started sucking him, so he was about ready to bust one, and she wanted to be sure she caught every drop.

He tasted so good, anyway; tangy and a bit salty, sort of like caviar lightly spritzed with lemon juice, and creamy like the high-quality Russian variety. Plus, he seemed able to produce large quantities. He’d have been great in porn movies.

She moved back to his cock, sucking it deep, alternating between hard and easy pressure, using her tongue to tickle him until she felt his thighs tense and he dug his fingers into her ass-cheeks, burying his tongue in her pussy. The first spurts of his delicious cream shot out and, because she was on top, even though he erupted into her throat, it quickly filled her mouth. She made sure she caught it all and, once his orgasm had subsided, rose up, her mouth still full.

She ground onto his mouth as she came again, the feel and taste of him filling her mouth. Once she was able to move she turned around to face him and he sat up holding her on his lap.

“Open your mouth. Let me see it,” he said in a low voice.

She smiled and parted her lips so he could see the viscous, white fluid still held on her tongue.

“Swallow it,” he murmured as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her as his seed slid down her throat. He could make her do some of the nastiest things, she thought, and that’s one of the reasons she loved him. His imagination was as degenerate as, if not more than, her own.

They kissed for a few more moments, then, she laughed.

“I’ve simply GOT to use the bathroom.”

He chuckled. “Perfect. That’s where I was thinking of going next anyway.”

She ran into the spacious bathroom and relieved her aching bladder. He followed her and stood leaning against the wall by the door, watching her with a bemused expression.

“What?” she asked suspiciously. He said nothing and just walked over to where she was cleaning herself. “Do you want to get into watersports tonight, too?”

He seemed to consider her words for a moment, then shook his head. “That’s for another time. Unless you … ?”

“I don’t think so. I have to be in just the right mood.” She stood and went to wash her hands while he took a desperately needed piss. He snickered when he joined her at the sink.

As they lathered and rinsed their hands under very hot water, he commented, “You know, we don’t mind sticking our tongues into each other’s body parts, but we make sure we wash our hands after we pee.”

The absurdity of it was not lost on Jennifer. “Habit,” she replied.

He walked over to the shower and turned it on. It was one of those spacious showers that took up almost an entire end of the large room, with multiple adjustable jets. When satisfied with the powerful streams of water, he turned and held out his hand.

“Time to wash up.” She entwined her fingers with his and stepped into the warmth. They lathered each other, slick, soapy fingers gliding over smooth, hard flesh. Her hands, stroking his chest, buttocks, cock, balls and between his cheeks stirred him again. Still, he wanted to bring her to at least one, if not more, orgasms before he got off again.

He liked the way the water flowed over her body, beading in a quite seductive manner. As he washed her tight bottom, he kneaded her firm cheeks, letting his fingers pause to tease her puckered rosebud as they slipped into the crevice between the twin globes.

Jennifer closed her eyes as her body responded to his hands. Her legs spread for balance, she leaned against the wall of the alcove in the center wall of the shower, where a marble shelf had been built in for sitting. She grasped the chrome handles on either side as her head rested against the smooth tile. Without even noticing, her hips began moving in counterpoint to his fingers.

Craig smiled to himself. She was such a wanton little thing! He’d sat in Grand Rounds at the hospital, watching her present a case, and thought how well she hid her passionate nature under an ultra-profession, buttoned-down image. More than once, he’d felt himself starting to stiffen as he thought about the teeth-marks she hid under her Givenchy blouse; they matched the ones he carried under his Versace suit.

He began letting a finger press against her rear opening as he continued to knead and rub her bottom. He slid one hand around and up her belly to let the slick, soap-covered digits sweep over her breast and nipple. As she moaned softly, his other hand continued to work on her bum. She kept rotating her hips a bit and soon, she was pushing back against his hand and impaled herself on his extended finger. He kept his hand steady as she pushed herself back and forth on it.

“More,” she whispered and he added a second finger to the first, Jennifer pushing back and wriggling a bit so both fingers were soon buried inside her. His other hand grasped her breast firmly and began pinching the nipple. She groaned again and he heard her ask for more. Obligingly, he added the other two fingers, folding them together so they created a wedge shape, and she grunted a bit as she forced herself to take them into her tight rear. Her breathing was getting faster and she turned to look at him.

“Fuck my ass, Craig,” she said.

He did not move, just answered her with a silent smile.

“Please,” she cried, thrusting her hips back. “Fuck my ass. You know you want to. Do it! Please, baby. I need it.”

He chucked softly. “You know how I like to hear you beg for my cock,” as he grasped her hips and guided his now rock-hard erection into her ass with one smooth thrust.

“Yessss,” she moaned, dropping her head and concentrating on meeting his smooth thrusts. He varied his rhythm and she loved the way he would grind into her at different times. He’d been the first man to ever go there with her, and she’d found none of her other partners could quite match his technique. She felt her orgasm building as she desperately rotated her hips on his shaft.

“Harder, baby, I’m coming,” she gasped and he grasped both of her hips and pounded into her. When she came, she squealed with delight, and could barely hold herself up, gripping the handrails for support. Craig leaned over and kissed her neck before pulling out. He quickly helped Jennifer to sit on the marble seat. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth to his and lazily swirled her tongue inside his mouth.

“You’re a regular chatterbox tonight, aren’t you?” he asked when they broke their kiss. He lifted her legs and spread them, bracing them against the handrails on either side of the seat. He turned the water jets so the powerful, needle-like spray was aimed at Jennifer’s exposed body. Her recent orgasm left her extra-sensitive and as the first drops hit her freshly-fucked ass and much-stimulated clit, she shuddered and let out a small scream.

“Stay there, baby,” he said. “I like the way that looks.” Her nipples were hard and the hot, sharp spray only served to add to their delicious torture. Craig leaned against a corner on the opposite wall and lathered his dick, stroking himself as he watched her writhe under the delightfully powerful spray.

The water pounded against her body, bringing her to another crisis. When she opened her eyes and looked over at Craig, the sight of his gorgeous body, glistening from the water and steam, his talented fingers stroking a massive erection and his mischievous blue eyes watching her with undisguised lust was enough to send her over the edge again. He was the only man she knew who could make her come without even touching her.

As her cries subsided, he rinsed himself and turned off the water. He toweled off and, folding the cloth, knelt on it between her still spread legs. He licked the water from her body, paying special attention to her legs and what lay between them. He brought her almost to another orgasm, then stopped and stood. Helping her to stand, he took another soft towel and quickly dried the rest of her body. The arousal from his tonguing demanded satisfaction, but he refused to touch either her breasts or her pussy. He laughed as he led her, pouting, to the kitchen.