Page 53 of Goode Vibrations

Wiggled, rolled to face away, pressed deeper against me.

This was spooning?

God, now I got it.

Now, with this glorious creature of womanly perfection nestled in my arms, feeling her soft curves pressed all against me, I got it.

Drowsed again, and this time it was to fall more fully asleep than before.

The next time consciousness returned,it was slowly, and disorienting. All was dark in my world.

I ached.

Yet something began to soothe the ache. Something caressed the ache with unhurried affection. I heard a sound, and I think it was me, and I was moaning my appreciation of the soothing caress of my ache.

Darkness receded, and the soothing caress intensified. Became more than merely soothing.

And that was when I awoke more fully. Eyes flickered, shuttered, opened. Full daylight streaming white-yellow through the crack in the curtains. Blankets were gone. I was on my back. A shape was above me. Curled, curved over me. I felt hair tickling my thighs and belly, obscuring her face. She was sitting on my thighs, hair splayed in a curtain around her and over me. I felt her small strong hands around my cock and her tight wet mouth was on me.

“Ohhhhhffffuuuuck,” I growled, my voice sleep-rough. “Poppy?”

No answer. She just continued her ministrations.

I pulled her hair into my hands and held it, curled it around my fist, and now I could watch in the dim light as she went down on me. Slow, unhurried. Fists pumping and twisting around my base and shaft, mouth suctioned around the head.

Her eyes met mine in the near dark, and a smile lit up her eyes.

I wanted her.

This, yes, always.

Buther.

I tried to pull her up, but she shook her head. Paused, let me fall out of her mouth. “Just take it, Errol,” she murmured, echoing my words from the night before. “Take it and enjoy it.” A hot grin, her lips curving against my cock, and then her tongue slid up my erection. “Take it and say my name when you come.”

And then her mouth went over the top of my cock and down, her lips stretched around me, and her fists pumped twisted. She backed away and caressed my length, and then put her mouth on me and took as much of me as she could, or wanted to—I didn’t care which, I only knew that it felt incredible.

Again, and again. Mouth down my shaft, sucking. Tongue flicking and licking as I slid out of her mouth. Pump, twist, caress, lick the tip, lick the seeping, weeping droplets of precum. I groaned as the first shudders started in me, low in my gut, in my bones, my balls boiling, cock hardening further, swelling as she gulped around me, spat me out and kissed the head.

Then, as I began to grind, began to thrust helplessly, she just gripped me at the root and held me away from my belly and went down, bobbing, tongue working.

My hands gripped and knotted in her hair. I fought for air, for words. “Poppy…I’m…oh fuck.” Words eluded me.

I knew there something I was supposed to do, let her know I couldn’t hold out, couldn’t wait. But I was gone, brain melted, my whole body arched up off the bed and she was sucking me higher and higher to an ever more elevated state of existential ecstasy, and I was notme, not a man, not even a person, just a being of pure sexuality, pure pleasure, and purely at her mercy.

“Pop—Poppy…” I gasped, her name a whisper, a breathless benediction. “Poppy…”

I exploded, and she moaned a sound of surprise, gulped, and somehow went deeper, took more of me, pumped me hard and fast and I exploded again, a sound rasping out of me, something like her name but a hoarse whimper of her name, and only my heels and shoulders were touching the mattress, the rest of me bent upward nearly to breaking and she still did not relent but sucked the very life out of me, a sensual succubus; I groaned in disbelief, and still she sucked until I broke, until I could not come any more, and even then she suckled and licked and kissed as I descended helplessly back under the frothing churning surface of wakefulness.

I felt her cheek against my belly. Her hand petting my cock as if it was a favorite pet.

I moaned, murmured, tried to rouse myself, because now I needed, wanted, was ravenous for her pleasure, for her to scream, but I was utterly spent and couldn’t even stir a finger.

“Ssshhh.” She wiggled up my body, cheek sliding against my belly, diaphragm, and then resting on my chest. Thumb on my lips, then grazing gently over my eyelids like a battlefield priest closing the eyes of a deceased warrior. “Shush, Errol. Back to sleep.”

I had no fight. I slept, and it was with her in my arms, and it felt like, for the first and only time in my life, the whole of the universe was finally oriented correctly, as if something had clicked into place.

The last time I woke,she was asleep beside me, on her stomach once more, hand curled up against her cheek. Plump buttocks bare, blanket rucked at the backs of her knees.