It’s Only a Game
By G. Gregory
Copyright 2001 - MyErotica

The bathroom air hung thick with steam. Rivulets of moisture had begun to slide down the face of the mirror leaving a wake of tiny droplets that twinkled in the candlelight. She loved taking long hot showers. The warm air enriched her lungs as she breathed deeply of the light, aromatic scent of the lilac candles lined up on the vanity. The thirsty towel greedily gulped down beads of water still clinging to her body, as she stepped from the tub. She felt relaxed - rejuvenated. The tingling between her thighs had already started; anticipation bred a euphoric, sexual tension that pulled at her with the ache of mature addiction. Her eyes closed. A shiver of desire radiated through her when she thought about how much he liked to kiss her pussy right after a shower.

Outlines of a smile curled softly at the corners of her mouth when her thoughts drifted to the single-minded attention he gave her when she spread her legs for him. Nipples were drawn to attention with a smile of their own, recalling how he would knead them lightly, pulling and twisting with perfection. She reached down and brushed her fingertips through the closely groomed hair adorning her mound, prompting a little moisture of her own to form in places yet untouched. Pretending her fingers were his lips, she released a soft moan and leaned against the vanity to steady herself. The tingling became more urgent. It was time. She had to have his mouth on her – game or no game.

After squeezing the excess water from her hair, she wrapped the big towel around her, covering her breasts, tucking the corner in to hold it up. Graceful, barefoot strides carried her quietly toward the den where she stopped in the doorway, unseen by him. He was slouched down in his big easy chair watching the game. Strong forearms were draped over the thick armrests and powerful legs stretched out straight, claiming the wide ottoman, completing the picture of man-at-rest. He was shirtless and wearing only the black cotton boxers she loved. Her tongue slipped out absently and moistened her lips. Images of his cock growing hard renewed the tingling sensation between her legs.

With time-out called, the game was replaced by a commercial. He interlaced his fingers and rolled his palms outward, stretching both arms high over his head. With eyes pinched tightly shut, he leaned his head back into the heavy padding of the chair and yawned. Watching him move like that, with a wide-open mouth was almost too much for her to bear. She needed that mouth on her and she needed it right then and there. Several quick steps and she stood beside his chair.

"Can you help me with something," she asked softly.

"Sure, babe. Whatcha need?"

"Well…" she started slowly, using her you’re-going-to-love-this voice, "I’ve just stepped out of the shower, and I needed some help drying my puss."

"I see," he replied, knowing exactly what she wanted.

With a dirty sweet voice she continued. "Do you think you can help a girl out between innings?"

He had to laugh. "It’s a basketball game, baby. They don’t have innings."

"Whatever, it’s only a game," she said, as plans for a whole new game burned in her eyes.

The shrill of a whistle signaled the brief commercial had concluded, and his eyes went back to the TV. She watched him, wondering what it would take to draw him into the game she had in mind. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so she did what any self-respecting woman who wanted her pussy eaten would do – she boldly stepped right in front of the TV. With a flourish, she unwrapped the big towel. Standing with a wide stance, she spread the towel open in front of him and slowly rocked her hips to one side, coming to rest at a jaunty angle and waited for a reaction. She followed his eyes and knew immediately that he now played in her game. “Shaquille Iverson, or whatever his name is will have to wait.”

He gripped the arms of the chair and began to pull himself forward, showing her the level of interest she had hoped for. In a flash she dropped the towel and stepped over his outstretched legs, straddling his knees. With both hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back into the chair. Leaning down, she kissed him softly with an open mouth. As his lips came open in response, she backed away slightly breaking contact. His eyes came open to look at her with an unspoken question. ‘Perfect!’ she thought to herself, ‘I own you.’

She kissed him again, harder, her tongue grazing the roof of his mouth, then teasing the tip of his tongue – the tongue she wanted deep inside of her. The breath coming out of her nostrils was hot; hissing with the intensity of the wetness that boiled in her center. When his tongue responded and slipped between her lips, she nearly came. She was so deep in thought of how his tongue would feel slipping between her nether-lips that the power of suggestion caused her to clench on the image in her mind. She moaned; wanting his mouth, wanting those full lips closing on her, wanting that tongue to lick so wide and flat and slowly through her soaking pussy.

She exhaled her lust into his mouth as she whispered, "I want you to lick my nice, clean, little pussy. Lick all the water off the insides of my thighs and the outside of my puss. Lick me dry, and then make me come in your mouth."

He looked up at her, smiling, and said, "Bring it to me, baby. I’ll dry you off and then you can feed it to me any way you please."

Hearing him say what she wanted to hear took the breath from her throat. God, how she wanted his mouth on her. All she wanted to do was to climb up onto the arms of the chair and smother his mouth with her cunt. The ache drove her toward insanity. The fight to maintain control slowly slipped away. Only moments separated her plan to tease him and the uncontrollable urge to shove her pussy into his mouth and grind on him, begging for the penetration of his tongue.

The quivering anticipation that evidenced the intensity of her lust drove her forward. She placed her right knee on the arm of the chair and forced herself to stop and watch his eyes. To her delight, he licked his lips in preparation for the delicacy she was about to press into his face. Slowly, she brought her other leg up and stood on her knees on the arms of the chair. He scooted down in the chair and leaned closer to her, sticking his tongue out to sample the crystalline droplets of water still clinging to the soft hairs around her mound. Quickly, before he could touch her, she reached down and pushed his head back into the chair.

"Don’t move your head. Let me," she said, pausing to rock her hips slowly in front of his face, "I want to feed it to you."

"Hmm, I love it when you make me eat that sweet pussy of yours," he answered with a soft sigh, relaxing back into the chair waiting to be fed.

"I know you like it that way. And you…" she paused again, inhaling sharply between clenched teeth, remembering the other times gone before, "you always eat me so good."

"Bring it to me so I can dry you off, baby," he whispered, his breath tickling her soft hairs, sending a rush of desire straight to her core.

She scooted her knees closer to him, shifting her weight slightly so he could reach the inside of her left thigh with his tongue. Her arms supported her weight on the back of the chair, as she watched him. Slowly, his tongue came out, reaching for the hot skin at the top of her thigh, the heat of his breath sent shivers up her spine. Just as his tongue touched her a surge of sensation rushed upward causing her nipples to swell beyond hardness. With his tongue still outstretched, he moved his head back and forth, lightly licking the last few drops of water from her body. His tongue dabbed softly and gently with a light grazing touch. She marveled at how well he knew the limits of her ability to endure his teasing.

A wide, flat tongue swept across her swollen labia which had not yet blossomed, and her arousal threatened to release her secrets into his mouth. The pleasure from his patient tongue drove her beyond the point of controlling her desire. The curve of her back deepened, as she arched into him. Both hands slipped from the back of the chair up her torso to her breasts, pulling at them, pinching them between trembling fingers and the heels of her hands.

Her control slipped away, as she leaned toward him, pushing her pussy into his face. Rolling her hips upward, she pressed closer, wanting him to break the seal with his tongue, to slip inside and lick her with the long, slow licks she had come to crave. He took her by the hips and held her, pushing back so that only his lips and the tip of his tongue touched her. She pushed harder – wanting more. His mouth opened wide, and as he pulled his lips back, he took her into his mouth, biting down, scraping her lightly with his teeth.

"Ohh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Eat me like that. Chew me. Chew on my sweet little cunt."

Again, his mouth opened to take another big bite. This time he slipped his hands around her and cupped her ass, pulling her to him. Her weight shifted forward onto his face. His tongue slipped into her, breaking the seal, unloosing the essence of her arousal. He sucked her into his mouth hungrily, pulling her hard against his lips and tongue, kneading her ass with strong hands. Orgasm exploded inside of her, wave after wave of pleasure buffeted her soul. Her hands came down to cradle his head, pulling him into her, grinding on his face, as ecstasy wrenched away her last remnants of control.

Contractions that tugged at his tongue gradually weakened. He stayed with her, riding both ends of the firestorm that swirled in her body. She loved the way he took the time to finish the orgasm with her. The sensitivity of her clit always became  magnified just after coming so hard, but he never was rough afterwards. He knew how to soothe her soul, as she rode the waves of a waning climax.

She began to relax in his arms, sinking down into a kneeling position, trying to catch the breath so effectively stolen only a few moments before. There remained only one more thing on her mind. There was only one more step he had to take before she would be totally satisfied. Relaxing her legs, her calves slipped off the arms of the chair, and she sunk into his lap. Hardened evidence that something else needed to be handled had slipped through the opening in his boxers and was poised at her opening. With a quick swipe of his hand, he collected her come from his beard and smeared it on the head of his cock, aligning himself with her swollen lips.

Wrapping her arms behind his neck, she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his mouth. He moved under her, increasing the pressure on her pussy with the head of his cock. She loved that instant just as he pushed inside, that instant where she could feel herself stretching to swallow that wide, satiny head.

"Lean back," he said.

As she shifted her weight, leaning back, he moved with her, cupping her ass in his hands, causing them to roll back onto the big ottoman. His cock penetrated her slightly. His breathing told her how much he wanted to fuck her hard and deep.

"Yes, I know what you want now, lover. So take it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me until you come inside of me," she said, her voice husky with lust.

Her heels hooked behind his thighs and her hands slapped down on his ass, as she pulled him into her. Yes, it was true he’d fuck her the way he wanted it, but there was something in his display of lust she’d take for herself. She wanted it too – hard and deep. And that’s exactly what she got. His fuck was gloriously hard and deep with long driving strokes. She lost track of reality. She lost what little was left of her mind. Only the waves of another orgasm offered her a point of reference that had become a familiar part of her world. His own breathing and the deep grunt of an animal in Fuck told her he was going to come.

Hard driving strokes slammed into her, as she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back. He roared like the animal that ran through him when he came. He burst inside of her just as her own orgasm swallowed and gulped at the searing hot come that surged deep inside of her. He shuddered and pushed, driving as deep as he could go. Her legs held him tight. Their bodies pulsed and throbbed for many minutes, neither one wanting to let the other go. ‘Just like this,’ she thought to herself. ‘This is how I want to die. Just like this.’

They started to relax. He exhaled heavily, his satisfaction evidenced in the soft kiss that he placed on her lips. She sighed too, thinking, ’Ahh, yes, fucked to perfection once again.’ The smile of many remembered fucks crossed her face. They both looked toward the TV and noticed that something resembling the news was on. They laid there in silence watching but not really seeing.

"It looks like I made you miss your game," she said apologetically.

"It’s okay, baby. It’s only a game."