Quench My Thirst. R. Moreen Clarke
His touch was as light as a feather and teased her nerve endings as his hands continued their exploration.
With the palms of his hands he slid the gown down her arms until it fell to the floor, leaving her totally exposed and vulnerable to him. Tenderly he cupped both breasts with his hands and circled each nipple with his tongue.
“Don’t get distracted. Keep talking,” she urged as her knees grew weak and she knew she would not be able to support her own weight much longer.
“I cherish your breasts. And I want to…He lifted one breast to his mouth and closed his lips completely over the rigid peak and sucked.
“Oh, oh my!” Claudette exclaimed and couldn’t stop the tiny orgasm that raced through her body and caused her to buckle at the waist. “You cheeky bastard, you’re cheating. I told you about skipping ahead.”
Trevor laughed aloud, picked her up gently, and carried her into the bedroom. “You’re very petite, ma chère, light as a feather. Are you sure we should continue?” he murmured against the soft skin of her neck.
“Oui, keep talking,” she replied.
He laid her down in the center of the king-size bed and then began to unbutton his shirt again. He stopped when he remembered the rules. “May I?” he asked, indicating the shirt.
“Oui,” she agreed. She watched as he removed the shirt and undershirt as well. Trevor was an extraordinary specimen of manhood. His boyish good looks, broad shoulders, and muscular physique would have lesser women begging to climb into his bed. When he began to unbuckle his belt, she couldn’t stop the escalated palpitations of her heart. It had been so long since…She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the task at hand. Tonight was about teaching him what he needed to know; it wasn’t about her. She felt his breath on her face and the tip of his manhood rubbing against her belly. She opened her eyes to see him poised above her, staring intently. She also got a good look at what she was about to become intimately acquainted with, and a flurry of unrestrained French rushed off her tongue.
“Mon Dieu! Vous êtes si grand! Il est mon plaisir d’être avec vous!” she exclaimed and then breathed a deep, contented sigh.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, why?” she demanded.
“You’re breathing kind of heavy,” he replied, concerned.
“I’m fine, get back to work,” she scoffed and closed her eyes.
He smiled and resumed his exploration. He lay on his side and used his fingertips to explore the skin of her stomach. Her skin did not have the firmness and elasticity of a younger woman, but he was surprised by its smooth, satiny texture. “Your skin is soft. I’m not sure what I thought it would feel like, but it is like the velvet on the petal of a rose.” He laid his head on her ribcage and ran his hands along the length of her legs. “Your legs are strong, like a dancer’s legs would be. You must have danced when you were younger,” he mused as he slid his hand between her legs, slowly parting them. He moved between her legs for closer inspection. “The skin on the inside of your thighs reminds me of a newborn baby’s skin, protected and silky smooth.” He kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Emotion rushed to the surface as her mind and body did battle. Her mind begged for reason, and her body begged for satisfaction. She allowed him to roll her onto her stomach and continue his quest.
He rubbed his hands gently along the outline of her body and stopped at the rising mound at the top of her thighs. For a petite woman she had a nice round butt. He placed both palms on her surprisingly firm cheeks and massaged gently. Then he brushed aside her hair to whisper in her ear. “Your ass is still perfect,” he said and planted a kiss at the base of her spine.
He rolled onto his back and pulled her into the crook of his arm so she was once again on her back. He placed his hand on the flat of her stomach and then moved it slowly down until his fingers slipped into the fine, curly hairs shielding her desire. “May I?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, but you must listen carefully to my instructions. It is important to focus on each task along the quest. At the end of the quest is the reward, but meeting each task sets the stage for a greater, more joyous reward,” she explained quickly. Her body was on fire, and the ache was more than she could bear. But this part would be so important, he must get it right.
Trevor began to nibble on the delicate skin behind her ear. At the same time he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her treasure with his palm. His breath was warm in her ear as he whispered, “Here?”
“Oui. Now apply pressure here.” She guided his hand a little lower and pressed the heel of his palm directly on the hidden and highly sensitive passion button. “Massage here lightly, rotating your palm slightly. Let me feel its heat.” She gasped as she felt a rush of moistness between her thighs. “Now,” she started, caught her breath, and started again, “now slowly insert your finger…ah, ah, yes.” She struggled with rational thought as he expertly followed her directions. “Test the inner walls, ah, do you feel the passage will be easy, or is more lubrication necessary?” she asked breathlessly. “This must be your call, not hers,” she cried and bit her lip to stifle a deep groan from bursting forth. “You must know instincti…instin…ahh…know instinctively when she is ready to accept you without pain,” she gushed.
Trevor was dealing with his own growing ache while he followed her directions. Her instructions were driving him crazy, and he couldn’t wait to delve deep into his instructor. All thoughts of her advanced age were long gone. His rock-hard dick only recognized the fact that there was a hot, juicy pleasure depot nearby it needed to dip into.
“Trevor, you…must…understand…the difference…between pressure…and pain. Pressure is good; pain is not always.”
He decided she felt more than ready to accept him. His fingers were covered with her own natural lubricant. He rolled over and poised himself above her.
“Not yet, mon amour. Everything, you must learn everything.” She opened her legs wide and guided his hand to her aching spot. “This is my treasure. You must dive into the sea to find the pearl and reward me for sharing my treasure with you.”
He slipped his fingers back inside her to rewet them and then gently parted her flowery lips and exposed her pearl. He teased and nipped the tiny jewel with his tongue and lips alternately until she screamed for him to stop.
“Now, mon amour, now,” she whimpered, exhausted.
He needed no other urging as he pushed his throbbing reward deep inside the warmth of her treasure. Fireworks exploded in his head as her muscles contracted around his shaft. He remained still for a few moments to allow her to adjust and then began slowly stroking in and out of her treasure. He could feel her squeezing and releasing him as she matched her movements to his. She was demanding and insatiable. He slipped his hand under her back to raise her hips higher and then hesitated.
“I will not break, silly,” she admonished him. “If a woman cannot take what you give, she will let you know.”
Permission granted, he picked up the pace a bit and increased his tempo. He wasn’t certain how much longer he could hold off, and he wasn’t sure she’d had enough.
As if she were reading his mind, she responded, “Remember, it is not so important what you are feeling—it is critical what she is feeling.”
What!? His brain screamed as his body primed for an explosion. “How am I supposed to know?” he demanded.
“She…will…tell…you!” she shouted as a growl started at the base of her throat and forced its way out of her mouth in the form of an agonized scream.
Almost simultaneously, he felt a gush of hot fluid rush from her body and finally released his hold on a stream of his own. He groaned aloud as he collapsed on the bed beside her.
They lay there quietly for a few minutes before she raised herself up on her elbow and peered at him. “That was lesson one,” she advised