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Candles
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CANDLES
"Where are you taking me?" I was curious, intrigued, but not
apprehensive. I glanced at Greg's profile, my eyes resting on the sensual
lips before flicking downward and to one side.
"You'll see," he said. It was the only answer I'd been able to get from
him tonight. As we drove onward through the dark, I wondered why I was
here. Conflicting thoughts chased through my head. First and foremost was
the knowledge that the body beside me satisfied me as noone had in a long
time. Then I began to think about the way that its posessor didn't give a
shit about me, and gave even less of a shit about the fact that I knew that.
But then again, this had never been a loving relationship. Despite my deep
attraction to him, I didn't love Greg either. However, I'd made certain that
my other... interests hadn't impinged upon his consciousness.
The conflicting emotions had my bady roused to a fever pitch, waves of
heat coursing through my veins as my eyes devoured the white dashes rushing
at us through the darkness. The truck began to slow, then turned off onto a
dirt road. We bounced and jiggled through the dust until we arrived at a
fenced field. Whose it was and why Greg had access to it, I didn't bother to
ask. Without preliminary, I found myself being soundly kissed, warm, wet
lips sliding over mine while his tongue probed my mouth. "What finesse," I
thought sarcastically, but we both knew why we were here. Greg was simply
more direct than most people.
When the kiss broke, we stepped from the truck, the doors slamming loudly
over then noise of singing crickets. We went to the front of the truck and
he sat me against the bumper, bending me back over the hood with his weight
as our toungues grappled once more. My hands slid around his neck. In my
passionate confusion, I mentally sifted through three names before the correct
one slid from between my lips. "Greg," I murmered softly.
"What?"
It was all I could do to keep my irritation from showing on my face, since
my mention of his name wasn't supposed to mean anything in particular.
Instead, I smiled and said, "Nothing. I just like the sound of your name."
He began removing the alpaca sweater I wore as a barrier against the chill
night air. Somehow I doubted that I'dd feel much chill tonight. A part of
my mind was with the expensive fabric falling to the dewy ground, but it
quickly returned to the fingers unbuttoning my blouse and the muscular back
sliding smoothly under my hands, warm under his leather jacket. I pushed it
from his shoulders and dropped it next to my sweater. He had finished
removing my blouse, and his hands cupped my breasts, resplendent in a black
lace push-up bra.
His hips ground against mine, and I could feel his hardness through my
skirt and his jeans. Greg's lips came down on the mounds that his hands
pressed together, and his hot tongue ran between them. My hands stroked
through his ash blond hair. He unfastened my skirt, and as it dropped I
kicked it, along with my shoes, toward the growing heap of clothing. My
winter time white skin glowed in the moonlight against the black of panties
and bra, until he removed both.
"Hang on," he said, leaving me standing naked, shivering with cold and
anticipation while he pulled a duffle bag I hadn't noticed earlier from the
truck. Two black silk handkerchiefs were the first items to appear from its
depths. He had me sit on the hood of the car and, before I knew what was
happening, I was lying with one wrist strapped to each mirror. Well, I was
right. With the warm hood beneath my back, I was not cold.
Next, he produced some candles and lit them, positioning them around me
until I felt like a sacrificial virgin. For a long moment, his blue eyes met
mine and I almost knew who he was. He lit a cigarette and smoked it with his
back to me. The heat between my legs was unbearable, but I distracted myself
from it by looking up at some of the most brilliant stars I'd ever seen. The
candles reflected darkly from the paint on the truck. I looked down at my
nipples, rising from the cold. My legs were trembling from the chill and
from excitement. I wondered if I was dripping on the shiny paint. Finally,
he was through smoking, and he came toward me. He picked up a candle. My
eyes followed the scupltured shape of his hand as the candle tipped. When
the hot wax hit, my back arched. The sting, the heat, the burn! I licked my
lips, and a small sound escaped from my mouth. Another drip hit my shoulder,
not falling onto the paint. His mouth touched me just above the knee and
seemed as hot.
Greg lifted my unresisting legs with one arm, and I stiffened with the
unexpected touch of the crop he held in the other. After several lashes, it
dropped to the ground, leaving a sting that subsided into its own form of
heat. Picking up another candle, he looked at me so that his eyes were on
either side of the flame. In that instant, I knew who he was and closed my
eyes against the knowledge. When I opened them, he was parting my thighs,
his head between them as if he intended to eat me out. The smell of burning
hair rent the air as the flame warmed parts that feared the pleasure.
Closer...the flame's heat made itself felt, then, "Aaagh," I screamed as the
wax landed on my lips and slid between them to sting and burn. My hips
bucked and writhed. "Oh, god, oh god!" The pain, the pain and yet...
He used one finger to wipe up the cooling wax, and I jumped when his
finger hit my burnt clit. This time he did eat me out, and each swipe of his
tongue over the suffering flesh was exquisite torment. One finger slid
easily within me and stroked my aching g-spot. My fingers, toes, and various
other body parts began to tingle. I knew I was close when he stopped. When
I opened my eyes, I sighed with relief. He was only getting undressed. He
used his jeans beneath my ass to pad his knees on the hard metal. Sliding on
a condom, he plunged into my slick yet resistant hole. He gave me a second to
adjust, and I felt my body's joyous acceptance of another within it. With
every thrust, his pubic hair ground against my soreness, causing me to cry
out. Before I knew it, the muscles of my cunt were contracting around him.
Feeling my wetness, he pulled out. His penis was covered with my juices.
Greg's hands guided my legs over his shoulders. I felt my shoulder muscles
ache as I began to struggle against where I felt him preparing to enter.
Those eyes again. I stopped struggling. He began to force his way into my
tight asshole, and I moaned in pain as he filled me. He stopped for a
second, and I felt the waves of heat wash over me again. It was my hips that
started the motion anew. My breaths came in shallow gasps, making high
pitched sounds every now and then. He began to circle with his hips and I
felt my muscles stretch painfully. Something may have ripped, but I didn't
care. The tingling started again, and I pulled his head to mine. I
sucked his tongue as I came. A few minutes later, he collapsed on top of
me.
Soon after, we were dressed and headed back to town.
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