Sexy Erotica
"Strawberries" a sex story by Michael K. Willis
She tasted like strawberries. The sweetest, most intoxicating, ripe and juicy strawberries a man could ever savor. Even her sweat was honeyed, tart, and inviting. And I, deliriously drunk on her nectar, drank deep at the humid fountain of her sex. Of all the things I loved about her, the taste of her was foremost when I was in a primal state of mind.
My tongue darted and lapped, teased and lingered, made hungry tracks along the plump, sassy lips of her sex and deep into its percolating crevice. And when I kissed and caressed her proud clitoris, her body sang strong, undulating to a rhythm directed and dictated by tongue in vagina and my hands exploring her belly and teasing her breasts.
As her orgasm crashed upon her, she cursed in tongues and gasped my name as though it were a carnal prayer. And still I did not halt my sweet assault upon her delightfully pungent sex; my tongue and lips instinctively went where they could bring the most pleasure, where they could elicit the most uninhibited response.
Even as her hips bucked futilely against the bracing pressure of my shoulders and her hands clawed desperately at me, I gave her no quarter. I took delight in filling my senses with strawberries and feeling her magnificent body respond to my mouth's every brutally tender caress.
Her hands scratched desperately at my shoulders trying to bring me up... "please...fuck...me..." she gasped out through moans, using a profane word that would never have even occurred to her under most other circumstances. I smiled to myself and reached for her hands. I forced her hands down to the bed and held them fast. She fought me but her strength was no match for mine and her body was too involved in its passion to give up much resistance in any case.
I lapped harder and she shivered mightily in response. It was almost cruel...she desperately wanted to be filled by then...but I didn't care. She was a proud and strong and willful woman and surrendering control of her body was both thrilling and scary to her...she wanted to reassert some semblance of control by dictating when I would enter her. That, of course, was not going to happen.
She called my name, its syllables wrapped into long, passionate sighs and sudden sweet cries...she pleaded and begged, her legs thrashing under me, trying to dislodge my marauding mouth and draw me up on top of her.
The fifth time she gasped out the word "please", I relented. I lifted my head and released her hands. She grasped at my shoulders with quiet frenzy, trying to pull me up. I took my time, running my hands across her warm, soft belly and her full breasts with their proud, aching nipples. She raised her knees and quaked in anticipation. The head of my dick, which was engorged to bursting, slid up to the entrance of her vagina and lingered.
She arched her hips trying to capture my sex but I held back, moving slowly, letting the tip of my cock tease the sweetly bruised lips of her pussy. And then, with one powerful stroke, I plowed my way deep into her well-lubricated sex.
Her body flowed into mine, sighing its relief and gratitude as I surged as deeply into her as I could. Buried to the hilt, my pubic hair tickling the places where my lips had so recently been, I lingered again, exhilarating in the sensation of her sweet, humid pussy enveloping and welcoming my turgid cock.
I reached down and pressed her arms to the bed as I began to piston in and out of her with sweet ruthlessness. The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh could barely be heard over her cries and whispers, over my grunts and sighs. She wrapped her legs around my ass and surrendered completely to the moment. We sighed together, making love. We raged together, fucking with abandon. The smell of sweat and strawberries filled the room and time literally stood still.
I delighted in her orgasms and she delighted in the obvious pleasure that her ample body was giving to me.
And then, for an instant, I surrendered the power I had taken...I lost myself in the moment and gasped out that I was going to come. She smiled slightly and shivered... "give it to me, baby," she whispered greedily...and the world went white and red as I did just that.
Her hands slipped out from under mine and found their way around my neck as I roared and grunted my orgasm deep into her. Every erg of energy in my body seemed to flow in a mad rush through the tip of my cock as it exploded into her and I was beyond being satiated. And so, it seemed, was she.
Couple in Brown by Carter Vaughn
We lay together, gasping and moaning and giving heartfelt thanks to each other and saying prayers to whichever god was listening. In the thick air, sweat and strawberries lingered as we, entangled but in no hurry to be otherwise, whispered smutty endearments and let our hands linger wherever they might on each other's bodies.
"Why did you do that?" she said after lying silent against me for a lingering while.
I was dozing, my body damp and satiated, and I didn't register her question at first. "Do what?" I asked, slightly annoyed at having to speak when words were the last thing I wanted to deal with just then.
"You know," she said coyly. "Hold me down...keep eating my pussy when you knew I wanted you in me...and then take me so...roughly..."
I grunted a soft laugh. I rolled over on my back and she rolled over to slide against me. "Because I wanted to," I said in answer to her question.
She sighed softly. "What about what I wanted?"
"You got what you wanted," I said, idly letting my hand wander down and heft her still damp breast.
"Oh really?" she said coquettishly. "Maybe I wanted to be made love to gently...sometimes women prefer that, sport..."
I smiled to myself. "And sometimes they prefer to be fucked," I said bluntly. "Ridden hard and put away wet...so to speak," I paused, noting with some small satisfaction the shudder of lust that shot through her, and then added, "In any case, I didn't want to make love, I wanted to fuck and that's what I did. On my terms and as it suited me. And, indeed, as it suited you as well."
"Bastard," she hissed playfully.
"I love you too, baby," I said closing my eyes and relaxing back onto my pillow.
We lay together, each drifting in our reveries...each luxuriating in our shared afterglow...but the silence was, I realized, to be short lived. There were things that needed to be said and, knowing her, I knew that they would be said sooner before later.
"I got the feeling that you were...trying to send me some kind of message...trying to show me who was in control..." she said, picking her words carefully.
I shook my head slightly and held back a chuckle. "No," I began patiently, "what I was trying to do is make sure you remembered."
"Remembered what?"
I paused for a long moment and then I said, "Remembered what it was like to have a man in your bed..."
She shuddered involuntarily and withdrew ever so slightly. "That's not fair," she said petulantly, defensively, "my husband..."
"...is a boy," I said, interrupting through clenched teeth. "He's a very nice boy, I'm sure, but despite his age he is a boy nevertheless. It must be a bit like heaven to him to have a woman like you to call his own..."
She shrank away from me a bit more. "You're just jealous," she whispered with a defiant pout coloring her voice.
I winced and took a deep breath. "Yes," I said soberly, "I am."
The silence flowed warm between us and she edged back closer to me. "I never promised..." she began.
I reached over and caressed her stomach, then kissed her forehead to silence her. "I know," I said tenderly. "And I never asked you to promise anything other than here and now. Tomorrow you'll go back to your life and I'll go back to mine...but tonight, here and now, nothing and nobody else matters." I chuckled softly. "Jesus, I sound like a dude in a soap opera..." I said trying to lighten the moment.
She punched me playfully. "Shut up, you're ruining a beautiful moment."
I turned to face her. I caressed her face, gently pushing her hair back, and leaned forward and kissed her, soft as the caress of the breeze. "It's ironic," I said, "here I've found the woman of my dreams and I can hold her but I can't have her..."
She blushed so palpably that I could feel it even in the darkness. "Don't make fun of me," she said.
I felt a hot tear pool in the corner of my eye. I put my arms around her and drew her as close to me as humanly possible. "The thing that amazes me most about you is that you truly don't realize what an incredibly amazing woman you are..."
"Stop it," she protested, feeling self-conscious and exposed.
"No," I said, holding her tight, "the truth is the truth. And the truth, little one, is that you are one of the most intelligent, beautiful, funny, fierce and gentle women I've ever known. Smart and sexy is a heady combination and I am beyond intoxication...beyond infatuation...beyond awe and fascination..."
She nestled into me, burying her face and holding on tight. She didn't see herself the way I saw her and she didn't know what to say in response.
I bent down and kissed her neck. "And you taste like strawberries..."
She laughed, her sweet breath dancing warm against my shoulder.
"Sweet, juicy strawberries," I continued. "If that's not the sign of a perfect woman, I don't know what is."
She looked up into my eyes. "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Yeah," I said softly, "I know." I felt my sex begin to stir again. I leaned forward and kissed her ardently. Her hand wandered down to my crotch and gently stroked my stiffening cock.
She swallowed hard and moved slowly, deliberately against my body. "Do you want to...fuck...me again?" She said, stumbling over the profane word in a self-conscious but incredibly endearing way.
I nuzzled her neck and then nibbled at her earlobe. "No, baby," I said, my voice a husky whisper, "I want to make love with you..."
I rolled over onto my back and lifted her up on top of me. "I want to make love to you like there's no tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow?" she said with a carnal smile. "What's that?" She flowed against me, her breasts stabbing me tenderly, her sex, radiating the sweet musk of her passion, toying with mine as our mouths explored each other's with kisses both rough and gentle. She sat up slowly and slid up my body until she was perched on my chest. I reached up and caressed the smooth curve of her ass and waited expectantly.
"So," she said, playfully, breathlessly, as she straddled my neck and arched her hips forward toward my face, "tell me more about...strawberries..."
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Copyright May 2006, Michael K. Willis
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Originally published May 2006 - "Hot Tamales"