Slumber’s Interlude.
By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,
‘Emily!’ She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!’ he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You’re having a nightmare.’
In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam’s handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn’t actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided.
'Thank you,’ she sighed at length. 'I’m not sure what happened there.’
'You had a nightmare. It’s perfectly natural after your accident,’ soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed’ hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again.
'May I hold you?’ he asked in a gruff voice.
'Yes,’ she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly.
Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn’t a snowflake’s chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire.
'Good night, Emily,’ he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm.
'Good night, Sam,’ she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring.
As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again.
'Can’t sleep?’ he murmured into her ear.
'No,’ she croaked from deep within her dry throat.
'You’re probably still stressed out from the crash,’ he said kindly.
'Um, maybe,’ she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks.
'I’m sorry,’ he groaned quietly. 'It’s the unavoidable curse of being a man.’
'Is it really a curse?’ asked Emily.
'Yeah, sometimes,’ admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don’t get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,’ he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you’re stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.’ A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she’d been bursting to ask.
'And is that also your opinion?’ she breathed.
'Can I plead the fifth amendment?’ he asked, only half joking.
'If I knew what that involved,’ smiled Emily. 'But I don’t, so you’d best just answer.’ Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside.
'Yeah, I think you’re stunning,’ he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move.
'And the other part?’ she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed.
'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?’ he queried, sounding increasingly confident.
'Uh-huh,’ groaned Emily, nodding gently.
'I’d substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,’ he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn’t? Sorry,’ he added, when she failed to respond.
'You know, men and women aren’t that different,’ said Emily at last.
'Is that right?’ sighed Sam, now achingly hard.
'Yeah,’ smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women’s bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.’ Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him.
Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam’s shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him.
'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,’ he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily’s ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I’m in heaven, just being here with you like this.’ Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam’s rock-hard thighs.
In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn’t even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow.
She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already?
Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam’s face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently.
'Uh,’ she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily’s throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam’s head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her.
'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,’ he murmured.
'You have been,’ she panted. 'Your aunt’s already informed me that you’re a good boy.’
'Did she?’ he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily’s lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?’
'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,’ gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands.
'Ah, well, that’s true. But if you’re looking for somebody who’s good, I’m afraid I’m destined to disappoint you.’
'I just want you,’ sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don’t care much about anything else.’
'That’s a relief,’ growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you’ll choose to describe me.’ Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily’s, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream.
For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she’d forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good.
When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows.
'Look at me,’ directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling.
'You are so beautiful, Emily,’ he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing.
Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily’s hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch.
'No,’ she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her.
'You need me to stop?’ he asked seriously.
'I need you to stop teasing me,’ complained Emily.
'Well, that’s never going to happen,’ he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.’
'Sleep?’ she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You’re kidding me, right? I’ve never felt this turned on.’
'Um, good,’ he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily’s clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren’t alone.’
'I want you inside me,’ she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast.
'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I’m a very patient man and I’m not going anywhere,’ he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth.
'Fuck!’ cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below.
'But what about your pleasure?’ she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her.
'You don’t think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?’ he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.’
'Oh, please!’ she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still.
'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,’ he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?’
'Yes!’ she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I’ve never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,’ she panted frantically.
'Um, good to know,’ he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,’ he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.’
With a caress so light, Emily wasn’t initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears.
'Please, please,’ she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue.
'Please what?’ he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit.
'Please let me come,’ she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ’
'Tell me how you want to come,’ he growled. 'What do you need?’
'Your fingers inside me,’ she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he’d simply made her feel so desperate.
'Just one?’ he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?’
'Oh God!’ she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.’
'Um, yeah. I think more too,’ he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful.
'And what about my mouth?’ he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider.
'Awgh,’ she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her.
'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?’ he grinned. 'Yeah, I’m inclined to agree.’ Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close.
This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I’ve truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she’d been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath.
'That sounded pretty nice,’ he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered.
'Jeez,’ sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?’
'Show me,’ he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam’s warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn’t wait to be joined.
His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily’s mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam’s torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making.
Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam’s incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head.
'Uh, Please, Emily,’ groaned Sam.
'Mum?’ she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth.
'Turn around,’ he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ’
Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily’s throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls.
Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily’s mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn’t imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy.
'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,’ demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last.
'Talk to me about contraception,’ he murmured, breathing rapidly.
'Oh crap!’ she groaned. 'I’m not on the pill.’
'Okay, give me a sec,’ he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin.
'My hero!’ giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don’t use them until right towards the end?’ she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.’
'That’s naughty, young lady,’ reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his.
'I know, and I’m afraid I don’t care,’ she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again.
'You do understand that I’m going to screw you senseless, don’t you?’ Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.’
Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.
Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench.
'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,’ he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You’re heaven, ’
'Please, don’t tease me,’ she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.’
'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?’ he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don’t worry. I’ll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I’m enjoying taking my time.’
Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement.
'I’m obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,’ he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,’ he instructed and, after a moment’s hesitation, Emily did as she was bid.
'Why?’ she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity.
'Because I’ll soon be buried completely inside you,’ he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him.
'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,’ he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I’ve bottomed out.’
'Fuck!’ groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case.
At last, fuller than she’d ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam’s pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she’d taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily’s internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle.
With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily’s and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily’s head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily’s hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within.
'Fuck me,’ she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes.
'Oh, don’t worry, I will,’ he growled. 'Once I’ve finished making love to you.’
Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam’s cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row.
'Oh God!’ cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal.
'Oh! Yes!’ groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam’s thick, insistent cock.
'Fuck,’ groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much.
Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn’t something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead.
'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ’ gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection.
'No problem,’ croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.’
'Um,’ she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.’
By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.
