The barter system, p.8
The Barter System, page 8
When he came back with the huge towel, he made every effort to avoid looking at her but she was pleased to see he was failing miserably. She took it from him and held out her hand, as though needing assistance stepping from the tub. He gave it, as she knew he would, and she stepped on the fluffy pink bathmat gracefully.
Standing directly in front of him, the top of her head barely came to his armpit. She noticed a few things about him physically that she’d missed before. His hair was all choppy, not in any particular style, but it was healthy and his features were very attractive. It was easy to picture him with a sword and shield in the Middle Ages. Yum.
She’d never felt truly short in her life until now. She dried her body and he never budged an inch. She wasn’t sure he was even breathing. “Victor, can you show me where we’re sleeping?” She took that question off the table to show him she was willing to participate in their agreement. “I could use your help carrying my bags there.”
He looked ready to pass out when she hung up the towel instead of wrapping it around herself. She waited to allow him to lead her.
He grabbed up her bags and left the bathroom, glancing back once as if she was a ghost about to disappear, before continuing down to the far end of the hall. Following him naked took all her courage and she tried to focus on the feel of the smooth wood floors beneath her feet. Victor’s bedroom was enormous and old-fashioned. Heavy pine furniture with a decidedly feminine décor…again.
The first thing she did was remove the rose quilt from four-poster bed. “This is so pretty, but you can’t enjoy sleeping under flowers.” She took her time folding it carefully before bending and storing it in the cedar chest at the footboard. “We’ll have to find some more masculine quilts for you. I’m sure there are some around here.” He nodded in silence but she continued to pretend she wasn’t naked.
Before their time was finished, Riya decided she was going to help Victor settle fully into this house. He was still behaving like it was his grandmother’s and hadn’t made it a home a man lived in. A masculine touch was necessary for his happiness here.
First, she had to help him relax. She was naked and realized she was actually comfortable in her own skin now. Victor was fully clothed and not comfortable in his. She crossed the room to where he’d been standing since they entered and asked, “Do you think anyone will stop by today?” As he shook his head she smiled, “Good, then we have time to ourselves.”
She reached out to the hem of his t-shirt and moved to pull it over his head. She had to stand on tip-toes and he had to bend for her to get it over. Once it was off and dropped on the floor, she had to appreciate the view. His chest and shoulders were wide and well-muscled from years of hard labor. His skin was dark and there was a triangle of soft hair across his chest.
“You are a big man, Victor.” She tilted her head to the side and looked into his eyes. All he could do was nod in slow-motion. “In excellent shape, too.” She said it absently in a quiet voice as if it was obvious and she was talking to herself.
The moment Riya’s fingers touched his belt buckle, he shuddered. She undid the belt and pulled it through the loops. “You’re going to have to sit down so I can help you with your boots.”
He walked like a zombie to the cedar chest and yanked his boots and socks off before standing back up. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid her fingers along the waistband to slide them off his hips. His skin was hot to the touch, like he’d just come in out of the sun. Once his jeans were at his ankles, she stepped on them and he obediently removed his feet. He wore only white briefs now and there was something almost like fear on his face.
She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, ruffling the short hair, before massaging his hard stomach and sliding down to the waist of his underwear. She slid them down to free him completely to her gaze.
There was a lot to see. Victor was big all over. She smiled, looking up at him, and said, “And you don’t have a girlfriend, why the hell not, exactly?”
Victor kind of choked then managed a small chuckle before he actually sighed in relief. “Most girls don’t want, um, quite so much, I guess.” As she watched, he slowly hardened and there was no doubt this was a ‘handle with care’ situation. The man was, quite simply, hung like a horse.
“I tell you what, I’m going to show you a few tricks that should make it easier for any woman to take you on.”
Riya walked to her bag and pulled a tube of over the counter lubricant from one of the side pockets. She held it up for him to see. “This is lubricant. Even a woman who’s excited might need it for you if she doesn’t produce, you know, enough of her own.”
She motioned to the bed and was quite happy with the view of him walking, fully naked, across the hardwood floor. His back and ass was firm with muscle. Very nice. “Where are your condoms?” She absently wondered where the hell he bought condoms to fit his massive cock. He pointed at the bedside table and she opened the drawer to find what she was looking for.
He sat on the edge of the bed and she stood in front of him, tossing the lubricant and condoms to the middle of the huge bed. Again, her breasts were at the level of his eyes. “You sure are pretty, Riya,” was all he managed to croak out. His erection was between them, a bit intimidating, she had to be honest.
“Thank you, Victor, you’re very good-looking yourself. You know, you can touch me. I don’t bite…unless you want me to, that is.” She smiled at him and picked up one large hand, placing it on her breast.
She moved closer until her bare legs were inside his. Pulling his head up with one hand, she leaned down to kiss him. His lips were like stone but she worked them with delicate passes until he opened for her, closing her lips over his thick tongue.
A gentle kneading of her breast and she felt the now familiar tingle begin in her abdomen and travel up and out over her body. His other hand went around to cup one globe of her ass and she was relieved that primal instinct seemed to be taking effect.
Her tongue played with his and he started to return her kiss, the hands on her body getting firmer and more demanding.
She was taken by surprise when he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and deposited her in the center of the bed. Victor went after her lips, throat, and breasts like a man starved. His hand moved down her body to her pussy and located just the right spot. He was rough and strong but knew to hold back on the pressure, applying soft strokes in a way that surprised and delighted her. She could feel herself getting wet and knew she wanted him.
After several minutes of him exploring her body, she nudged him to his back. It had taken a moment for her to remember she was here for him, not the other way around. He was already showing promising signs of patience, generosity, and skill.
His dick stood tall and thick in front of her. She crawled between his legs and took the base of him firmly in her hand; her fingers were over an inch from touching when she circled him.
“You have to understand that only a rare woman will be able to take all of you in her mouth, Victor. To expect all women to be able to do it is pushing it, maybe. But there are things that can make a blowjob great for you. I’m going to try some things to see if you like it. Gripping the root of your dick like this, applying pressure and stroking you. I’ll work as much as I can take with my mouth.”
She matched action to words, taking the first few inches of his cock in her mouth and sucking while her hands matched the movement on the rest. She let herself get accustomed to his size then used her tongue to play with the ridge while her thumb did the same.
Riya was enjoying this, moaning a bit as pre-come beaded on the head of his dick. His flavor was clean and musky. She was saying a silent prayer of thanks for her short-lived porn addiction.
Victor was clenched tight, his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of him. Muscles bulged in his neck and arms. His stomach was rippled and his knees were up, heels digging into the bed. He was a damn fine example of a man. When she cupped his balls with her other hand, his head started thrashing from side to side.
Riya paused and caught his gaze, “Victor, watch me.” When he met her eyes, his were glassy and unfocused. “Watch me suck your cock.” He rose to his elbows and she went back to it, increasing the pressure and rhythm. He was so hard, his balls so tight now, she wondered if she’d give him a heart attack.
He began mumbling out loud, “Oh my sweet lord. Yes. Oh my god, yes.” He put one hand in her hair but didn’t try to control her movements, just stroked through it with his fingers. “I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe you’re sucking me like this. It’s like a dream. Please don’t stop.” When she moved her hand to stroke the top and licked his balls, he was groaning, “No one has ever done that before. That feels so good.”
She laved attention there for a couple of minutes before going back to the head. Before she took him in her mouth again, she said, “Victor, your cock is fantastic. Any woman would be lucky to suck you off like this. I want you to give me your come. You know you want to.”
The moment she tightened her fist on him and took him back to her throat, he spasmed and hot semen shot into her mouth. Still stroking and sucking, she waited until she had it all before collapsing on the bed next to him. He turned to stare at her. Speechless.
When she used her finger to wipe a drop of his come from her lip and then licked it away with the tip of her tongue, he attacked her. Kissing and talking to her.
“You are amazing.” Nibbling her lips. “I have to have you.” Sucking her tongue into his mouth. “I want you to feel everything I just felt.” Kissing her throat. “I’m getting hard again.” Down to her breasts. “Need to be inside you.” Rubbing gently all around her pussy. “Going to taste you.” Moving his mouth down until his lips were on her clit. “Tell me what you like.” Licking the opening to her pussy. “I want to eat you the way you like.” Darting his huge tongue in and out of her pussy.
It was Riya’s turn to thrash from side to side. “Victor, that feels so good. Where did you learn to do that?”
He paused in eating her but kept his fingers playing over her clit, stroking in and out of her pussy and said, “Girls are afraid of my dick, I think. Most times, I just get to mess with them, so I get a lot of practice.” He licked her clit casually. “Do you like it? Am I doing alright?”
She pushed her upper body up on her hands to stare at him. “You are doing it exactly right, Victor. And yes, I like it very much.”
He smiled at her, his chin slick with her juices. He slid a thick finger, then another, then a third, inside her pussy, working them like a small dick. “I want to stretch you so it doesn’t hurt. Do you like that?”
“Victor, you are certainly full of surprises.” Her head fell back against the sheets; one leg went over his shoulder, pulling him tighter. He returned to licking her and the man was patient. He worked her inside and out with his mouth and fingers until she could literally feel her juices dripping from her body.
When he took her clit in his mouth and sucked at it gently, she arched off the bed and came hard. He sat up on his knees and pulled the condom on as she came down from her orgasm. She watched as he rubbed lubricant on himself then reached down to lube her pussy opening as well. He was a fast learner.
My, my.
He was very hard and ready again. Positioning himself between her legs, he glanced up at her nervously. “Tell me if I hurt you, Riya. I don’t want to, okay?”
She lifted her head to kiss him, tasting herself, and smiled. “It’s going to be fine. Go slow and let me stretch to you.” He slid into her slowly, resting his head on her shoulder, and stopped about halfway. Riya wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. Both of them went still.
Lifting his head to look at her he said, “You okay?” She nodded encouragingly. She could feel her body stretching in pleasure/pain. She pushed herself further and applied pressure again with her legs. When she felt his body flush against her, they both looked at each other. He looked so genuinely happy Riya felt her heart clench.
“Stay like this for a moment, Victor, if you can. Let me get used to you. I’m stretching to take you and it doesn’t hurt. I’ve never been so full in my life.” And it was true. Victor’s dick was enormous. It was an unusual feeling, though not unpleasant.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead and the veins were bulging in his neck and arms. “You are so tight. It feels really good to be in your tight little pussy, Riya. But I can stay like this all day if you need me to. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
“Victor, I think anyone would feel tight to you. One day, when you’re married with kids, your wife is going to be so happy to still feel tight to you.” Riya arched her body and felt him stiffen. “Now you need to move, because I want you to fuck me.”
He groaned and nuzzled her neck. He moved gently at first, small strokes in and out to let her adjust. Sweat slid down his cheeks.
“Oh god, you feel good. I can feel every ripple in your pussy. And so tight, just milking me.” He paused. “Why don’t you get on top? Then I’d know you weren’t getting hurt.”
“I’m fine, Victor, but I certainly don’t mind being on top.” Before she’d finished speaking, he flipped over on his back, taking her with him fast, his cock still deep inside her. She braced her palms on his chest, almost dizzy, “My lord you’re strong.”
There was no give in his pectorals, nothing but muscle. This position put him even deeper. She leaned forward and kissed him as she started to move.
His hands were hard where they gripped her waist. He did most of the work lifting her, letting her glide back down gently on him. Slow, steady strokes bringing him almost all the way out before taking all of him in again. The tension was building in her and she sensed the first orgasm coming fast and hungry. She felt her abdomen tighten and the chills up and down her back just before he pushed her over the edge.
Since he never stopped moving inside her, it felt like the climax went on and on. He arched up to take her hard nipple in his mouth, and she moaned with honest pleasure. He kneaded the other nipple between his fingers and she didn’t move as he began stroking up and down from beneath her.
“Victor, oh my god. That feels wonderful.” He held her in place as he fucked her. She didn’t have to do any work.
“You’re so wet, I can’t take much more. So wet and hot and tight.” He was licking her nipples and kneading her breasts, putting her nerves on overload. “God, you’ve got great tits. I could lick and suck them for hours. Riya, you’re tightening around me again, I hope I’m making you come. Oh god, the way you…tighten…gripping me like a fist. Riya, I’m coming, I can’t hold it back.”
He was thrusting up into her with firm controlled strokes, coming when she did. His dick grew even bigger before she felt him fully release. The heat of his come in the condom was so intense. When his fluids finally stopped pumping so did his hips. Victor kissed her tenderly and lifted her off of him like a doll to lie on his chest.
Neither said anything for several minutes. Finally his southern accent whispered into the room, “Damn, Riya. I needed that. I haven’t been with a girl in months, maybe a year. And you’re so damn good. Like you enjoy sex, not like it’s a chore. Thanks for being here.”
She raised her head and rested it on her hands to stare into his face. “I do enjoy sex, Victor. Sex with you is incredible; you’re a very giving lover, more than most men. I think you’re going to be just fine going forward. You have all the tools. Not only do you have a beautiful cock, you know how to use it. You just need someone willing to trust you.” She pushed his damp shaggy hair away from his face. “You also need a makeover. So you have to trust me. Can you do that?”
He nodded and pulled her to his side, nuzzling her in the crook of his shoulder. Her feet came only to his calves. They drifted off to sleep. The last thing she heard were birds chirping outside.
Riya woke hours later to the sensation of his mouth on her again, gently sucking the outer lips of her pussy. She glanced down to see his head between her thighs, his body stretched down the length of the bed and onto the cedar chest. He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers lazily stroking in and out of her in a lovely rhythm.
She laced her fingers in his hair, watching from above while he ate her. He kept going, bringing her to the edge again and again but not letting her come until she was begging.
“Victor, I need to come, your mouth is magic. Let me come. Please let me come.”
As he began to lick her to the edge again, her body tightened and she felt her orgasm gathering from her entire body. Just when the shakes began, his long tongue darted in and out of her pussy making her melt then explode. He brought her down gently, licking lightly and telling her he’d like to eat her with peaches.
He finished with a kiss on her clit and smacked his lips happily. When she tried to return the favor, he said, “Nope, just wanted to say thanks again. I need to get you something to eat.” He rose over her on all fours and reached one hand down to play over her clit, adding shyly, “Later, I’d like to try the 69 position. Have your come dripping on me while I eat your pretty pussy. Can we do that, Riya?”
