Never Question the Muses

Author's Note: I don't know where this little bit of smut came from. I just woke up one morning and there it was. I had to write it to get it out of my head. Told from a guy's POV. A little odd since I'm decidedly female, but it's just the way it came out. Never question the muses. ^_^

Warnings: M/F, Lemon, Oral

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“Why did you come here tonight?” I ask the raven-haired beauty lying beneath me. Just last night she said it was over between us. “You knew it would end like this.” It always does, I amend silently. We always end up laying like this, kissing. She's never let it go any further before.

She doesn't answer, just leans up to kiss me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. I moan softly as her tongue enters my mouth. She always did know how to turn me on. Her hips buck under mine, rubbing herself over my throbbing arousal. I can feel her heat through the layers of cloth between us. Her hands fumble at the waistband of my jeans.

“I thought you wanted to wait for marriage,” I sigh as I pull out of the temptation of her kiss.

“I changed my mind. I want you too much,” her husky voice whispers. “Say you'll take me back, baby.”

I groan. I should have known this was coming. How many times before have we played out this scene? I always take her back; I love her. “This is the last time.”

She smiles up at me, knowing better. I never have been able to say no to her. Her smile widens as she succeeds in unfastening my jeans. Her trembling hand lowers the zipper before creeping inside. “Hard already?” She inquires as her fingers stroke the length of my painfully full erection.

Torture. Her touch is sheer torture. “Stop,” I plead. If she doesn't stop soon, I may lose control. I have no wish to hurt her by forcing myself on her.

“No.” Her whisper is accompanied by a giggle. God, is she high? “Make love to me,” she demands. One soft hand works its way inside my boxers, as the other pushes at the hem of my shirt.

I rest my forehead against hers, taking a deep breath in a fruitless attempt to calm myself. “Are you sure this is what you want?” It seems a dream come true; I have wanted her since we first met. I have dreamed of her beneath me, her warm, willing body welcoming the invasion of mine.

“Oh, yes, baby,” her breath comes out in small gasps; I have yet to even start touching her.

I lean down to claim her lips in a scorching kiss. My hands roam over the sides of her body, memorizing those glorious curves. Her tongue makes its way into my mouth once again. I groan softly as my tongue begins dueling with hers. The hand in my boxers suddenly clamps down, pulling on my swollen member. I moan loudly, pulling out of the kiss. I lean up onto my knees, one on each side of her hips.

“You are so beautiful,” I breathe. My hands push at the waist of her shirt. She sits up enough to allow me to pull it off over her head. Her large, perfect breasts are covered by a thin layer of lace. I reach around her back, searching for the clasp of her bra.

“It's a front closure,” she whispers up at me, smiling as she lies back against the bed. When my trembling hands reach for the clasp between her breasts, she stops me with one small hand. “Use your teeth,” she demands as her other hand increases the pressure around my arousal.

I bend my head to the task. A small part of my mind wonders if she is purposely trying to make me lose control. After several seconds, I have made no noticeable progress. I look up into her face. Her rapturous look tells me she enjoys my attempts. I place a kiss on each smooth mound before returning to my task.

Several minutes later, I finally mange to unhook her bra. Her firm breasts pop out, pink nipples already erect. I lick the skin between her breasts. Her answering shudder of pleasure drives me to do it again before turning my attention to her large, yet still perky, breasts.

Her second hand joins the first inside my boxers. I take the time to pull them out before my hands resume their task of turning her on further. I trail kisses over her right breast. One hand kneads her left breast as the other rubs her stomach, venturing ever lower.

My fingers trace over her abdomen, just under the waistband of her pants. My mouth finally claims one erect, pink nipple. My ministrations are rewarded with deep moans from her throat. Her hands work their way up under my shirt, fingers flicking over my nipples. I gently bite her hardened nub. A loud groan and the upward thrust of her hips are my prize.

“You're driving me crazy,” she moans, hips bucking.

I sit up on her legs long enough to throw off my shirt. My mouth returns to work, on her left breast this time. My hands change positions on her body. The one that had been teasing her stomach now massages her damp right breast. The other resumes the teasing of the first. Her hands work their way up to my head, tangling in my my hair to hold me to her. She cries out as I simultaneously pinch her right nipple and bite the left.

“Please,” she cries.

“Please what?” I tease. “Tell me what you want.” As if it wasn't obvious, I think with a mental smirk.

“I want you. I want you inside me,” she breathes, gasping as my mouth resumes its hold on her left breast. “Now.”

I claim her lips once again as my hands fumble at the waist of her pants. Her hands move to help undo the fastenings. I roll off of her. With her help, her pants and lacy panties are gone in no time. I remove my own jeans, leaving me in only boxers, before leaning over to claim another kiss.

My left hand snakes its way down her body as our tongues duel. I gently knead first one breast and then the other. My hand continues its southward journey, stopping once more to tease her belly button. She whimpers against my mouth, hips thrusting into the air as one hand attempts to lead mine to the juncture of her thighs. I stubbornly refuse to let her, preferring instead to brush slow, feather-light caresses over her skin. Her agonized moan is lost in my mouth.

Once my hand does reach that precious mound, I find her hot and wet. I gently rub around her nether lips, teasing her into greater arousal. Breathless, I pull out of our kiss. “I want to taste you,” I whisper against her swollen lips. I lean back to drink in the sight of her naked body. “Beautiful,” I breathe.

My hands part her legs. I move to sit between her knees. Her pussy is already swollen and wet with her arousal. I lean over to softly blow onto her moist sex. She groans and bucks her hips up to meet my mouth. My tongue snakes out to sample her juices. I am rewarded with another deep moan. Her hands grab my head and force it down to her waiting pussy.

I smile as I lick around her nether lips. “Eat me,” she groans breathlessly, hips thrusting restlessly. That is all the invitation I need to thrust my tongue inside her wet, hot core. My hands reach up to knead her breasts gently. I lick around the inside of her moist sheath. Her body shudders with desire as my tongue passes over a small nubbin. I gently bite the little bundle of nerves, causing another shudder as well as a loud moan.

I seal my mouth over her nether lips and thrust my tongue into her waiting folds. Her hips begin to buck harder against my face. I move my hands from her breasts to hold her hips in place. I begin to mercilessly suck on her sex, my tongue thrusting in and out repeatedly, occasionally drifting up to lave attention on the tiny nubbin of nerves. After several minutes of such treatment, I feel her walls begin to clench around my tongue.

Her continual sounds of pleasure have ensured my continued arousal. I slowly withdraw from her dripping pussy. She groans in protest; I have left her unfulfilled. I quickly rid myself of my boxers before moving my body up and over hers until my erection rests against the wetness of her sex. Her legs wrap around my waist in an attempt to draw me inside. I slowly inch the tip of my swollen member into her wetness.

“Please, baby,” she moans. “I want all of you.”

That was what I was waiting to hear. I thrust in the rest of the way, shattering her flimsy maidenhead. A small sound of pain escapes her slightly parted lips. I lean down to kiss her, not moving so she can adjust to the invasion. Seconds later, her hips begin moving against me.

I withdraw from the kiss and her pussy simultaneously. Before she can protest, I thrust back inside. I want to watch her expressions as I make love to her. I have dreamed of this for so long. I slowly pull out, only to quickly thrust back in. I nearly lose control; her tight, wet heat is more than I ever dreamed. My repeated thrusts have her walls clenching hotly again in moments.

Her beautiful face glows with her arousal. Her parted lips emit a continuous series of moans, groans, and other sounds of pleasure. I know the moment her orgasm overtakes her, the small smile on her face turning into a look of pure bliss as she cries my name. Just a few more strokes find me spilling my seed into her while I growl out her name. Sated, I collapse onto her.

We both struggle to catch our breath. I manage, after several seconds, to prop myself up on my elbows to take my weight off her petite frame. “Oh, wow,” she breathes. “Wow. Just wow.”

“Yeah.” I agree. Her eager response was more than I had ever hoped. I lean over to kiss her again. “Thank you,” I whisper.

“No, thank you,” she replies. “Hmm, let's stay like this,” she breathes. A yawn escapes those lovely lips. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist; my momentarily limp manhood is still sheathed inside her. Her eyes drift closed, a smile on her face. I watch her sleep for several minutes before whispering. “I love you.” Her smile widens in her sleep.