I Know What You Need

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

“I know what you need,” Craig said as she took a sip of his beer and handed the bottle back.

“Oh, you do? And what might that be? I don’t even know what I need.” Jennifer slumped onto the sofa next to her best friend.

They had known each other for years, and sometimes slept together when not involved with others, so neither felt self-conscious in even the most flagrant of situations. She had been the lookout as he did a girl on the monkey-bars at a local park one night, and he had remained close-by for protection while she went out behind a club with a couple of guys for some quick finger-cuffing.

He put the bottle on the side table and turned to face her. “Yes, I do know.” His blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

She looked at him appraisingly. He was absolutely one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen. Black hair with the most beautiful dark lashes surrounding those startling blue eyes and strong lips, gave him the face of a medieval angel. His athletic body was not too bulky, but nice and buff, kind of like JFK Jr. back when he was dating Daryl Hannah. His self-confidence was incredibly sexy when combined with his off-the-wall sense of humor. Together, they made him one of the more popular members of the medical staff at the large, prestigious teaching center where they both worked.

For his part, Craig found Jennifer to be fascinating---she combined strict, proper, lady-like behavior with a freaky side that often led to encounters he’d thought only happened in porn movies. She was a perfect example of dichotomy. Shoulder-length golden blonde hair, eyes that shifted from green to gold to blue depending on the light, a perfectly shaped mouth made for kissing and other treats, and the body of a lingerie model gave her an unapproachable appearance. But they had met in college, kept in touch during med school, and wound up working at the same place, and he had always enjoyed escorting her in public and seeing the envious looks cast their way. They looked good together, they were good together.

He reached over and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. Looking into her amused eyes, he repeated, “I know exactly what you need.”

“And that would be … ?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. All weekend. Neither of us are on call, neither of us have any other plans, and both of us are so horny we can’t see straight.”

“Speak for yourself,” she laughed. But she couldn’t deny the prospect was tempting. She wriggled slightly and could feel him straining against the fabric of his jeans, pressing against her. He was very good in bed. And on the floor. And against the wall. And …

He smiled and stroked her thighs, spread on either side of his own. She was wearing a summer skirt, short and flirty.

“You know you want me to take you in hand, Jennifer. You love it.” His fingers were moving up to caress the curve of her perfect ass, left bare in the g-string panties she sometimes wore. He was surprised. Usually, she didn’t wear any underwear unless she was at work.

She lowered her head and kissed him. God, but his mouth was so sweet! She swirled her tongue around his before sucking it gently. He moved his hands up over her back and shoulders, and placed them on each side of her head, knotting his fingers into the thick waves of her hair.

He took command of the kiss and she yielded her mouth to his. Damn, she couldn’t resist him. As he made love to her mouth with his own, she could feel her arousal building to the breaking point. She’d always loved kissing, and Craig could always make her come with his kisses. He knew just what she liked. And what she needed.

She moaned softly as a gentle orgasm washed over her, simply from his mouth on hers.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she sighed as her tongue flicked out to lick his lower lip.

“You’ll surrender for the weekend? Do anything I say?”

“Yes,” she answered, nuzzling his neck and gently biting his earlobe. She didn’t see his wicked smile.

He removed his hands from her body. “Get naked,” he ordered.

She looked at him, gauging his mood. Sure enough, he was serious. A slow smile spread over her lips. Standing she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her full, firm breasts were beautifully encased in a sheer ivory bra, her rosy nipples straining against the thin fabric. She unhooked her skirt and let it drop and stood there in nothing but the matching bra and g-string.

“That’s not naked,” he said. “Take it all off.”

She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra and let the straps slip from her shoulders, then pulled the flimsy piece of clothing free and tossed it to her sometime-lover. She bent over and let her tongue trace his lips before slipping it into his mouth and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the triangle of cloth covering her wet sex. Keeping her balance, she freed first one leg, then the other, taking the panties, which were already wet from her excitement, and, pulling back, rubbed the damp cloth over his mouth and nose.

“Happy?” she asked, standing totally nude in front of him, hands on her hips, and a smile on her face.

“Getting there,” he replied. He reached out and applied gentle pressure to her shoulders. She knelt between his knees and looked up at him with a deliberately blank expression. He laughed. “You know what to do.”

She chuckled and reached out, quickly unfastening his pants and pulling them off. He lifted his hips helpfully, which also had the added benefit of forcing his erection within a fraction of an inch from her face. He could feel her breath against the head and felt a thrill of anticipation. She had the most perfect mouth he’d ever seen and the sight of her lips closing around his shaft made it difficult to avoid shooting off prematurely.

She reached out and stroked him for a moment. His cock was magnificent and the standard by which she judged all others. And he could do the most wonderful things with it. Lowering her head she let the tip of her tongue slide around the head, teasing the ridge of flesh that encircled it. She ran it down the underside, all the way to his balls, where she nuzzled and licked for a while, before licking back up with just the tip on his flesh.

He breathed deeply and played with a lock of her hair, anticipating her next move. Her teeth nipped just a bit on the little ridge of flesh surrounding the head and he tensed. Her tongue flicked out and pressed lightly into the slit. His muscles contracted and he fought to avoid grabbing her head and shoving into her face. She stopped and looked up at him, then took just the head into her mouth, sucking lightly, letting her tongue swirl around it. Without warning she swallowed his entire length, all the way to the root. He could feel himself going down her throat. Her lack of an appreciable gag reflex was just one of her many talents.

She contracted the muscles of her throat while working her tongue underneath his rod. Then, she pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth. She sucked hard as she went back down, relaxing and caressing him with her tongue on the upstroke. She tickled his balls with her nails, cupped them and squeezed them gently as she sucked him to the point of orgasm. He finally let go and pulled her head down onto him, thrusting deep into her throat and shooting his seed down into her belly. She didn’t let a drop spill, and couldn’t resist teasing the sensitive head of his cock as she pulled back and let it slip from her lips.

“Did it taste good?” he asked, leaning forward to lick a drop of cum from her lower lip.
“Oh yes,” she replied, kissing him so he could taste more of himself in her mouth.

“Good,” he said when their kiss ended. “You’re going to have it for every meal between now an Monday.”

“Do you have enough?” she laughed. “I get mighty hungry.”

“Definitely. I’ve been saving up. Also, you will not wear any clothes this weekend, not even a towel if you take a shower or go outside to work in your garden. You are going to spend the weekend just being my personal sex toy.