Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Finally I knelt between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders so that she was completely open for me to see and use. She was soaking wet and I could see more moisture seeping out of her vagina. I guided myself into her and pushed as I smoothly slid through her wet warmth until I was entirely in her.

I reached for her breasts and teased her nipples as I slowly pulled and pushed back into her warmth. Her eyes were closed and she was swinging her head back and forth with excitement. I knew that I couldn't last long, but I also knew that Holly was very close.

Our rhythm increased and I whispered; "Now Holly... you can feel me and I'm going to come. Come with me."

With a guttural, animal sound she lost control of her body as waves of sexual release caused her to convulse and arch her back into me; her body wanted all of me and frantically tried to get it. Her vagina muscles started to squeeze me and she screamed.

Her scream of lust made me come. I felt my liquid spurt into her warmth; filling her time after time. I had never come so hard before, or for so long. I kept pounding into her until I felt her come again. I didn't want to pull out even after I was done. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her into my now not-so-hard cock. There had never been a time that I had so lost control of my body and let the sexual animal in me want everything-no woman in my past had made me come close to this feeling. It was awesome; it scared me.

We rested. Her head was on my chest and I could feel the gentle motion of her shoulders as she softly cried. She finally looked at me and smiled through her tears, "I never thought I could go back to the pleasure of sex again; I thought I had lost it forever, and now you brought me to a sexual peak that I've never felt before. I owe you everything."

I kissed her forehead and soon she started to quietly snore. Hours later she woke me and we made love again. This time it was a quiet, deep orgasm that, although quite different, brought just as much pleasure.

I woke at sunrise, but not because of the sun-she had taken me into her mouth as she cupped my balls. I came and she swallowed.

We took a shower together and dried each other. She said, "I'll get my robe out of my bedroom and make you breakfast."

I smiled at her and said, "No."

She looked confused until I said, "You can get your robe out of the office. This is your bedroom."

She stared at me and her eyes became teary. Two hours later we left the bedroom and made breakfast. We never left the apartment that Sunday, and barely left the bed-we couldn't get enough of each other.

I will never forget the next three months of my life; it was a rollercoaster of selling, sex, and relationship growth.

I only sold now and she handled all installation and support. I had forgotten how much I loved to sell-to make that initial approach and convince my customer that what I had was a good product that worked for others and could work for him. Holly loved her job and the customers loved Holly. A couple of times when Holly was overwhelmed I called the customer and suggested that I would come over. Inevitably they would say, "We'll wait for Holly."

I sat in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and Holly walked in. She grinned and said, "Hi."

"Hi yourself," I answered, "but no more working on weekends. That's our time."

"But it really was important. They needed..."

"Who's the boss?" I teased gently.

She grinned, stood at attention with her breasts thrust out and gave me a mock salute. Minutes later we were fucking.

Our sex life was beyond description. After her initial hesitation Holly never looked back. She would try anything and everything with me. She was a talker and a screamer-I always knew what gave her pleasure-and kinky in her own little way. One day we were lying in our sweat after an intense session and she shyly asked, "Do you ever want to do it in my ass?"

I admitted, "Of course I've thought about it, but I've never done it before. Have you?"

She shook her head no and nothing more was said until the following Saturday. I walked into the apartment with some groceries and she greeted me with in shorts and a T-shirt. "How about a nooner," she teased. "Why not."

She impishly grinned, "Meet you in the bedroom in five minutes."

Five minutes later I walked into the bedroom. She was naked and kneeling on the bed with her face to the sheet so her ass was in the air. She had drawn red concentric circles around her ass like a target. It was obvious what the center of the target was even if there wasn't a tube of lubricant laying on the bed. It was an interesting first attempt for both of us. Not without a little effort we both came.

We cleaned up afterward in the shower together and then headed for the bedroom for more sex. She was walking ahead of me and I started laughing. She asked, "What's so funny?"

I answered, "What did you use to draw the target on your butt?"

She replied, "The red ink pen in the office."

I started laughing harder. "You mean the indelible red ink pen in the office that will not come off."

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She looked horrified and then started laughing hysterically. "Just please fuck me good for my attempt to be creative."

I did.

Holly's personality always kept me off balance. Most people have a business face and a personal face. Holly's was more than that. One day I bought three yellow roses from a peddler at a stoplight. When Holly came home the roses were in a small crystal vase on the kitchen table.

She stared at the flowers for a moment and then started crying. I hugged her until she stopped sobbing.

"You must think I'm crazy," she blurted afterward. "Maybe I should see a shrink."

"Maybe," I said, "but first describe yourself to me."

"Now?"

"Why not?"

"Well," she began. "Whenever you do something nice for me like the flowers I keep thinking about how much I owe you and that without you, I would be nothing. You don't know how desperate and depressed I was when we met. Except for my mom, nobody did anything for me, so I get emotional when you're nice."

"But you're not emotional in business. You're almost bossy." I countered.

"That's different, she replied. "I know I'm good at teaching people and I really like to work with them. It's almost like I'm the boss, so I act that way." "And sex," I teased.