Climbers Part 6: Love

He didn’t answer her. She understood. She needed him. She showed a desire, a hunger, a passion borne out of her primal need to breed, ‘Would you like me to make love to you?’

‘I can’t, I…’

‘I want to make love to you,’ she insisted, ‘Now, look at me.’

He turned to face her. She ran her fingers over his damp face. She kissed away his tears.

‘Lie on your back,’ she said, murmuring sexily, keen to encourage him, ‘Try to keep still.’

He did as he was told. She climbed onto him, rubbing her moist cleft along his limp tool, constantly probing him with intimate questions, such as, ‘How does that feel?’

‘Incredible,’ he gasped, blushing scarlet, a naughty schoolboy caught in the act with a girl on his first date. He rose for her, erecting, hardening, stretching, his chest and abdomen sheened with sweat. Held captive by her, pinioned, unable to resist, he felt her, watching her slide up his body, hearing her quaint rustic voice, ‘Would you like to kiss my breasts?’

He nodded his assent. Kate squatted on his stomach, leaning forwards, teasing his craven mouth with her corky teat, feeding her virgin lover her milk, as he clung to her breast with his mouth, her baby, licking her engorged nipple, her areola: her ring of colour, relishing her salty flavour. Feeling between her slick, wet thighs, she took his rigid love shaft deep inside her, making impassioned love to him with a sublime intensity, always encouraging.

‘Put your hands on my bum,’ she said.

He slid his hands down her slender back, as far as her hips, gently caressing her soft skin.

‘No, not there! My bum.’

She felt his hands grip, then part, her small, taut, doughy buttocks, sighing so pleasurably.

‘That feels so good,’ she bore down on him in a frenzy, sliding her lubricious vulva along his rigid tarse, clenching his viscid girth, his throbbing, sensitive nub with her strong birth muscle. She kissed him deeply, tasting his saliva, licking the roof of his mouth, making him gag with her straining tongue as she teased his throat. Her kiss came to an abrupt end. 

He heard her murmur, ‘want to have your baby,’ his body shuddered. He went into spasm! Unable to control or constrain himself any longer, he ejaculated, prematurely, spurting copious dregs of his fertile semen, his manly life-juice, into her swollen, liquid, love-hole.

‘Oh, God!’ she cried out, her slick body rippling, in ecstasy, coating his stalk in her girlie jus as she came, riding, wave-after-wave of rapturous orgasm, ‘love you, Alex, love you!’

He held her tightly as she came, running his fingers thru her saturated hair, proud of her, caressing her, loving every bit of her. Her voice trailed off. Her glorious climax subsided.

Kate fell asleep in her man’s arms, her body entwined in her tender lover’s embrace: safe, content, happy, fulfilled at last, sure, in the knowledge that she would never be poor again.