2 for 1

Blayne stared at Craig for long moments, trying to understand his reasoning and what he wanted. In another world, if she were younger, more reserved as she once had been she would have laughed in his face or just walked out, possibly even have been offended. But now . . . Now, she only hesitated for the space of thirty seconds or so before lifting her hands to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. The shorts were quick to follow, kicked away after dropping down her legs to join her shirt in a heap.

Blayne knew this was one of the moments that she would remember for the rest of her life. A man that she could honestly think of as a god among men had asked her to strip. She was now as naked as he was. And she was more turned on than she'd ever remembered being. She felt like the entire surface of her skin was a sexual organ, waiting for him to touch. That he was supposedly not meant to be attracted to her just heightened her arousal. The idea of walking away from this man's exploring eyes and possibly touch unfulfilled was thrilling to her. She almost laughed at the thought. Thrilled to not get off? But it was true. The sexual tension was palpable, a taste, a feeling. If she did get off it would be that much more of a thrill. The anticipation was surely going to kill her. Never had she been in a situation that was so indefinite. The outcome wasn't set.

Craig circled her. Stepping around behind her, conspicuously looking at her nakedness.

Blayne felt that she could literally feel his eyes on her. The muscles in her legs and ass clenched and flexed, either in nervousness or suspense, it didn't matter. She couldn't stop a lazy smile from coming to her face.

"You shave."

He'd circled around to stand before her. Her eyelids felt heavy as she lifted her gaze to his face, enjoying the path of travel across his thick legs, semi-erection, flat stomach and well-defined chest. He was referring to her pussy, which she shaved clean regularly.

"Yes."

She felt like an item on an auction block, the curious eyes of her 'buyer' on her, and Craig's eyes were curious. He seemed to be inspecting her, either looking for flaws or the lack of them.

"Why?" he asked, slowly stepping closer, but still not within reach.

Blayne had to blink several times, clearing her head enough to think of an intelligible response. "Uh, I shaved it once for a boyfriend and never let it grow back. It feels better to be smooth."

He stepped closer still, his size making her feel small. His hand brushed against her hip, making her take a small quick breath. She fought the nearly overwhelming urge to step away from him. Even though he was bent a bit, his head low, obviously trying not to intimidate her, he was still huge in comparison.

"What feels better?" he asked softly.

Blayne allowed herself to feel the warm touch of his hand smoothing across her ass for several moments before answering. "Everything. Underwear, showers, sex. Everything."

He'd circled her again, his hand slowly trailing up her back, over her shoulder. He stopped for a moment and pulled her hair free of the tie she'd used to hold it back, allowing it to spill across her shoulders. She'd closed her eyes, lowering her head, just enjoying the tickling sensation of his fingers drifting up her back.

"Would you lie on the bed for me?"

Blayne wanted to throw herself at the bed. Would she lie on the bed for him? Duh!! She stepped forward to obey as quickly as possible. He stepped back a bit to let her pass and in a moment she took him by surprise, and herself, as she stepped up to him, fitting her body to his.

She didn't know if it was an unconscious reaction or desire that made him put his arms around her. Her chin barely reached his collarbone, but she tiptoed as much as possible and put her arms around his waist. The skin of his chest was warm against her bare breasts. He was solid, immalleable. But then he was conforming to her smaller size. The hardness of his arousal pressed into her stomach as he gathered her closer.

"Lift your legs," he ordered in a growl of words. His hands dropped to her waist, hers rising to his shoulders, and then she was being lifted off the floor.

He lifted her easily, yet she hung on to him with a grip that would have hurt a lesser person. She wrapped her legs around his waist, stifling a moan as the movement spread her pussy, though she didn't come into contact with him there. His shoulders and upper arms bulged as he held her and her hands, completely of their own accord, explored the contours of his flesh.

"You're so small," he said into her shoulder.

Blayne smiled, feeling rather strange about clinging to this man completely naked. She didn't feel the desire she thought the position should warrant. Instead it was almost comforting to be held so effortlessly. "It's you that's big."

He turned with her toward the bed. Blayne had to mentally command herself to keep her mouth from him. The smooth expanse of dark skin before her had her mouth watering with the urge to taste him, but she would wait. He was setting the parameters. Until he but his mouth on her, which she would kill for, she'd control herself.

Blayne found herself being set carefully on the bed. She had imagined being dropped, so was unexpected pleased by his gentleness. Then he was crawling onto the bed with her, still somehow holding her, until they were centered on the bed, her head on a pillow. She released his waist with her legs, looking up at him hesitantly.

His behavior was so strange to her. A man with an erection that he wasn't thinking with. He was in the perfect position to just take her. A few inches adjustment and he would easily slide into her, and she wouldn't argue. But instead he moved to one side, leaning on his elbow beside her, to look down at her.

He lifted his hand to her breast, his fingertips grazing across her skin, and then engulfing her flesh. Blayne closed her eyes, willing her body to not arch into him.

"Do you mind?" he asked softly, the gentle massage of her breast continuing.

Blayne could only shake her head.

His touch drifted across her stomach, then back up over her sternum to rub gently at her collarbone before returning to caress her other breast. He seemed to be experimenting, going from a feather-light touch to a rougher stroking. His fingertips closed over her painfully erect nipple and she couldn't suppress the gasp of pleasure.

"Do you like that?" He backed up his question by doing it again, toying with her.

Blayne opened her eyes to watch him watching his own hand. "Yes," she whispered, causing his eyes to meet hers. He had beautiful eyes, dark and expressive if he allowed it, and she felt like she could swim in them. "Kiss me, Craig. Please."

He obeyed instantly, lowering his mouth to hers. For long minutes she forgot that she was supposed to be holding back or whatever. Her hands lifted to grip him, wanting to haul him closer. Her body knew the natural culmination of such fierce desire and when she was mindless, lost in his drugging, exploring kisses she couldn't control herself from urging him onward.

They came apart finally. Blayne was nearly panting for breath, while she didn't see any difference in Craig at all. If it weren't for the constant throbbing pressure of his cock pressed into her hip she'd wonder if he were aroused at all.

His eyes held hers as his head lowered again, this time much lower. She groaned in complete unadulterated bliss as that rough tongue lapped at her aching nipple. Her body arched involuntarily, wanting more. His mouth was hot and thorough as he explored her curves, curves that he'd obviously never explored before, and his curiosity and eagerness were evident.

Slowly he worked his way lower, lips nipping at her stomach, teeth grazing her skin. Blayne just continued to sigh and moan softly in utter contentment.

His body had worked its way down, now lying beside her legs, and when his hands urged her to spread her legs she tensed and raised her head.

He lifted his head to look at her and then smiled lazily. "May I? Is it bothering you for me to explore you?"

Blayne's heart skipped several beats at the oddest and most sincere and definitely the best question she'd ever heard. "Mind? I love it, Craig."

He gently lifted her legs, spreading them, exposing her center to him. "I know the anatomy, of course, but I've never touched you before. I never cared to before. I knew what I wanted and you weren't it. But now I just want to know everything. Just to be sure."

Blayne listened to his words. They weren't spoken to her, not really, though he was referring to her as all women, it seemed. His hands smoothed down her inner thighs, causing wonderful shivers of anticipation. He was nearly pinning one leg beneath him as he leaned over her. And then he was touching her, spreading her cautiously.

At his first tentative touches Blayne lay back and closed her eyes. His tickling touch was causing the muscles of her legs and stomach to jerk in reaction. For long minutes he just smoothed his fingers over her. The juices seeping from her slicked his fingers so that his touch was effortless, fingertips exploring, and that was it.

Blayne became consistently more restless. Her hips wriggled beneath him, unable to lift to make his touch more substantial.

"Craig, please. I won't break. Touch me," she begged, finally unable not to.

He lifted his head from staring at what he was doing. "But you seem so delicate. I don't want to hurt you."

Blayne nearly growled in frustration. She'd have guessed he would be forceful, rough even. A man accustomed to being with other men wouldn't control himself, right? But he was proving to be just the opposite, being overly careful in an effort not to hurt her. Her body ached for more, to be filled, something, anything.

She dropped her hand onto his and, finger over finger, guided his hand, rubbing herself nearly brutally. The sensation was wonderful. It was her touch, but not. She moaned at the delicious feelings, pressing harder, moving his hand jerkily back and forth over her swollen clit.

Craig didn't stop her actions, but he didn't aid her either. His hand was just the instrument. She writhed against the downward pressure of their hands, knowing it wouldn't be enough, wanting more.

"Oh, God," she groaned. She pushed his hand away, sliding her own fingers into herself and thrusting as deep as she could go. After only a few seconds she was arching into her hand, panting, a small orgasm clenching her body.

Needing more, desperate for more, she raised up onto her knees, causing Craig to pull back, sitting back.

"Lay down, Craig." She reached out and gripped his erection, stroking him fervently.

He hesitated, his eyes widening slightly.

Blayne took a deep breath, trying to force herself to slow down. She released him and after a moment of collecting herself she leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. Her hands pushed at his shoulders, urging him to lie back, which he eventually did.

"I can finish this. Do you want me to? Do you want this?" she whispered, leaning over him, kissing him lightly, her hands on his chest.

"You want to fuck me." His words weren't a question, but rather a statement, as if he'd never thought she'd actually want him.

Her hand found his erection again, her mouth moved from his to the expanse of his chest, closing over a pebbled nipple. He groaned at her ministrations, of either hand or mouth she didn't know. "You don't want me?" she asked softly.

He raised a single brow as if to say 'duh'. She smiled and stroked him again, feeling her pussy weep to have that inside her. "May I?" she asked, sounding breathless.

He only nodded, raising one arm to tuck the hand behind his head. She swept her hand down his flexed bicep, and then moved onto bigger, better things.

Blayne watched his face, looking for any uncertainty, any sign that he was uncomfortable with what she was doing. His length was still as hard as when they'd started playing, and she climbed onto him and sank onto him easily.

"Ah, fuck," he growled roughly. His hands came down to grip her thighs, stilling any movement she might make. His eyes were scrunched closed, his body suddenly rigid beneath her.

"Craig?" she whispered when she recovered enough from being filled so thoroughly.

"You're so hot," he whispered.

Blayne smiled at his tone of near wonderment. Had he expected cold? She had no idea what penetration must feel like to men. She'd explored both of her holes with her fingers before, but hadn't really noted any major differences, especially in temperature. But she imagined that by having something so sensitive as a dick buried in something, it would be possible to recognize the distinctions.

She flexed on him, using her inner muscles to grip him and he responded by groaning and clenching his hands on her legs. When no more reaction came but the beginning glisten of sweat, she rocked forward, pushing herself hard on him.

His hands finally released her, but he still didn't open his eyes. That he didn't try to stop her urged her on and she pressed her hands into his hard stomach to lift herself slightly and then dropping back into place. Within seconds she had a rhythm that had her panting from exertion and the building sensations. After only a minute or so he was helping her, his hands pulling at her hips, making her job easier, and then his hips were lifting to meet her downward stroke.

She leaned across his chest, her hair dragging and sticking in the dampness of his sweat. When her mouth touched his chin he quickly adjusted to catch her lips with his. Then he was nearly doing all the work, literally holding her as jerked his hips up into her. She helped as much as she could, but was rather distracted by his sucking mouth and her approaching climax.

He lifted a hand to grip the back of her neck, holding her head in place, his mouth ravaging hers. She felt the first fluttering stirs of what she knew would be an intense orgasm if she could ride it out. Abandoning his slower rhythm she jerked her hips on him, ramming her pelvis down against his as fast as she could. His fingers curled into her hair, though their mouths stopped all movement, just remaining pressed together. He quickly met her new speed, and she cried out. Moments later she felt the rush of hot wetness from her or both of their cum. She felt him tense beneath her, shuddering and groaning.

Blayne collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. His chest was rising and falling as rapidly as hers, his heartbeat hammering beneath her. As he relaxed beneath her his hands came to rest at her sides, effectively holding her in place.