Some Like It Hot Author: Sue susieqla@yahoo.com Rating: NC17 (no hype, folks, this is graphic content, so be warned. Detailed with love, though). Category: Vignette, an idyll Summary: 'Connubial Bliss Biscuit' Note: To know who 'wifey' is, you need to be familiar with 'Thrown Back'. Some Like It Hot Manchebo Beach Resort Oranjestad, Aruba, Dutch Caribbean Cabana 113 1:00 A.M. (89 degrees) His bathing trunks, her bikini bottom and top lie in a tangle not far from the shower stall. The small, but sweetly-decorated bathroom is topped off with steam which is rising from the busily occupied stall. The close air is saturated with sultry moans and groans likewise erupting from within the glassed enclosure, its opague glass sheet drenched with heavy, glistening moisture. Heaven is the silky mouth lifting him to newer dizzying heights. His right hand grips the slippery stainless metal of the glass partition's sliding doors, his left, with a 5-finger spread is propped against the stall's sheeny tiled sea-green wall. The left hand begins sliding lower in response to his every grunting moan he makes until the hand falls away from the wall, holding it up. The intense spiking of pleasure drives his hand to the back of her head, which he palms. Her thick, jet black stringy ringlets jiggle as she steps up the suction of her sucking. It's all about him, for his very first time with a real live woman, and not just any woman...his wife. "Yo-you're g-gonna blow m-my fre-freakin' head o-off-ooohhh, Gahh--God!!" His eyelids droop, and he shudders in molten ecstasy. "That's the idea, Lamby," she answers, sounding seductively patient, mumbling around his engorged penis, relishing how it fills her mouth thoroughly. His right hand joins the left at the back of her undulating head, and when he opens his eyes, he sees that hers are aflame with raw desire. He draws her in closer so the head of his shaft is at the entrance of her throat. They breathe as one now, but she shakes her head, and he panicks, thinking he's grossed her out. She reads his nervous look correctly, and shakes her head again, while drawing her mouth away from his stiff penis until it slides out, its tip in the initial throes of spurting little drops of semen. "How about this?" she purrs. She takes the dripping ball peeking nearest to her wholly into her mouth in the next breath, and his eyes roll back like dice. Jumbled thoughts of one of Frohike's skin vids, he'd dared him to watch with him on a Saturday night before this carnal nymphet came into his life, collide. She is making him live one of those impossibilities he'd viewed, gotten off on at the time, without even Frohike's awareness. All he can think of now is how impossibly wonder- ful it feels, as her skillful tongue wears him down to jelled putty. "Mar, Ma-ah, oh-oh, yeah--YEAH," he gasps, clasping her head, and holding on for dear life once she takes his other scrotum into her mouth, giving him advance notice that she didn't want it to feel neglected. "Talk dirty to me, love." "Li-li-like how?" he pants. She teases the slick ball with some munchy lip- bites then, and licks its underside with more skilled tongue action. From somewhere cavernous in her throat she says, "It's all right, precious, I'm having too much fun, sans encouragement... regardless, you're exquisite." His eyes flutter, and he gulps, and wheezes, "I lo-love y-you..." A white, blinding shudder rips through him, and he battles for breath, feeling her mouth slip over his penis again, like a condom, and again, the tip of her tireless tongue tantalizes the life into the tip of his swollen cock. With the massaging spray of the warm water shower plinking upon his back, he comes hard and strong, errant semen streaming from the sides of her mouth, washing over the taut nipples of her breasts, down into the drain. She swallows some of his seed with an intoxicated smile of a wanton vixen, and focuses her burning eyes on his open mouth. Her hands lead the way, traveling up the length of his spazzing body, rising from her kneel, pausing at his chest long enough to pinch his nipples, and when she reaches his mouth, she kisses him with her mouth agape, full on, with violent lust, as though she'll never kiss him again, depositing some of his semen into his mouth so he samples what he tastes like. "OH, GOD," he heaves, his mind shutting down, his body on sexual auto-pilot. "Good to the last drop, lover," she pushes into his quivering mouth, with her hands anchored at his temples, he devouring her just as abandonly, with his hands like a potter's, molding the fleshy, supple firmness of her irresistable bottom. "Was it good?" she pants, licking her lips that have been made larger by their ferverish kisses, inches from his mouth which appears incapable of saying anything that's making sense. He nods against the side of her face as his hands flow downwards, and he squeezes her rear end again, and again, his face a gentle mosaic of saiety. "Love you," he murmurs, throatily and repeats it like a defective tape stuck in a loop, or a man head over heels in love, who isn't solely concerned about having his needs satisfied. "Sorry..." She looks at him without any hint of subtly, like she'll never take him seriously ever again. "Sorry? Whatever for, my love?" Hearing her call him her 'love' is nearly as mind-blowing as the ball-busting, cock-throbbing fellatio she's performed, performed magnificently; a 'blow-job' extraordinaire, and this, their first time reveling in the sexual frenzy of aroused flesh. The like of arousal which he never dared to imagine he'd ever be the boneless recipient of. He is reborn in the afterglow of such passion, unleashed and festooned with every glance, touch, no holds barred embrace. "I don't have anything left for you, baby. So not fair, after you've taken me to the next constellation and back. I wanna give as good as I got," he says sounding defeated, bordering on ashamed. She chuckles and takes his flaccid outshoot of manhood into her right hand tenderly milking it like an udder. His naivety for a man his age is such a turn-on, she considers, so little does he know... "Who says you won't? Don't be so hasty to sell yourself short. I'm not through with you yet..." He has no prayer of knowing what that means. Not yet, anyway. Her Siberian Husky eyes smolder afresh as she tugs on his cock a little to move him along. "We'll get it up, my incredibly endowed, stud crumpet...you take my breath away." "Ditto that for me, you. Good God, you've got the hottest bod." That earns him more gut-shredding penile worship. Nothing shy and retiring about her, my wifey, the tigress, he thinks as she towel dries them off. She buffs his buns, that are worthy to be called a sculptor's best work, with painstaking care, remarking how sexy his butt is, having the identical anatomical proportions of the 'David,' which makes his face catch on fire. She kneels, assuming the same position as before, and caresses his buttock with reverential lips. My non-blushing new bride all over again's kissin' my ass--she's literally kissin' my whitey-heinie off. What other woman would ever do that he, gloats, feeling his fire igniting. She's plumb nuts about me. He pauses just long enough to reflect on the second ceremony they were jubilant participants in, here at the resort, to compliment the ceremony witnessed by their friends back in D.C. a few days ago. Double indemnity with a marital twist. Wobbly, he gets her to her feet, and wraps his arms around her fine warm frame, vowing he's never letting her go. "Yes you will, because it's time to make you *my* man, the take no prisoners' way," she asserts. His damp, long blond wavelets whip past his face when he scoops her up into his arms. "I du-dunno," he says, his reflexive blush coloring his pale skin, spreading down to his neck, despite the extreme intimacy they've shared moments ago, "Don't think I'm gonna be fully-operational again for a while, angel." "Do you trust me, Lambs?" "With my life." "Then..." As he lowers her body onto the bed, with the greatest of care, she has other ideas about what should logically happen next within the confines of their mutedly-shaded bedroom. The candles she requested the attendant to light beforehand, gently flicker. She succeeds flipping over on him, so she's on top so she's straddling him. In his eyes there's expectation mingled with hesitancy. But then a gutteral moan escapes his mouth as once again she's in the pure erotica zone, driving him insane. "Sooo hot--oh, my God!" "You're hotter, lover..." She plants both palms over his nipples which look rosey pink like a young boy's dwarfted buds, and rubs them, circularly as well as linearly. She leans down, and starts laving them with relentless determination until they grow firmly ripe for inexorable inventive nibbling. Inflamed, he can barely manage coherence. Huskily, "I, I thi-think you-you've got it go-goin' on..." His hands come up to take her energetic head between them, his fingers like rakes in her tresses. She creeps her hand due south to his crotch to check on developments, while he feels the infant wakings of another arousal. She wraps her hand around his ballooning penis and smiles. "And you didn't think you had it in you," she teases, with a fluid squeeze that makes his hips buck like a bronc. When his shaft is as tumid as a water-logged cucumber, she sinks herself into his ramrod of an erection, keening ferally as his deep penetration is such that she feels his cock's bulbous head pushing against the limits of her vulval depth. It's a snug, riveting fit which makes her cry out louder, momentarily held fast by a paresis of a unique sort. A paroxysm of intense pleasure and joy unbounded, with mutual pulsion steadily building. Her head lolls as though in slow motion, and he feels as if he's back in one of the resort's private, secluded lagoons with her, as they had been a while ago, when she'd had her legs welded around his waist, and every kiss was a gateway to this paradise. She rocks back and forth upon him like she's riding a hobbyhorse, slowly, with a swirling, grinding motion to her hips, and he hurtles closer to the edge she's committed to driving him over. Their momentum increases with every nuance of contortion. Her succulent breasts, the replicas of round watermelons, bob and bounce before his glazed, feasting eyes and they mist; the magic of the moment flooding him with awe previously unknown. Never has this part of the female anatomy ever tantalized him this much before. His seductive bride is every definition of beautiful he's ever defined for himself. "Your cock's a rock, Pet," she extols with breaths charged with lusty excitement. "You make me so hot!" He nods, sort of, as though she's just said that to somebody else, but when she brings her hands to the sides of each gourd-like breast, and mashes them together, and repeats with variations on the rub and press and grope theme, he's with her again one hundred and infinity percent. When she squeezes her own nipples with her thumbs and fore- fingers, he knows he's going to explode any second now. The rocking gyrations step up. "Your turn, my enormous stud. Come on, don't be shy. Touch them. They're yours to touch as much as you like." Her busy hands fall away from her bulging cornucopias, their hypnotizing areolae two shades darker, as though the color's bleeding, and the teats as erect as Pinocchio's telltale nose. It's as though his hands are weighted when she positions them at her breasts, encouraging him to cup them. His hands shake, and his eyes are bugged-out, like he's too enthralled to twitch. So, she gets him going by governing the rubbing of her firm globes with his hands by hers. "That's right, love, that's the way." Her eyes bang shut, and she sighs, "So, good...so, so good." "Y-You're so go-good to me." "You feel sooo gooood..." She divorces her hands from his, as she opens her eyes just in time to watch his trusting smile transform the squimish look on his face to one of 'I am so diggin' this, baby, see.' When his thumbs circle her nipples to stroke them, she's on the verge of coming. "Oooooh, looove, YES, RINGO--YES, RINGO--YES!" She presses in on his penis harder, and they both writhe more furiously. She grinds into him harder and harder, and to him the feeling is as if his cock's getting squeezed by a huge wet fist. Jacking off over the years is a laughable, pitiful substitute for what she's giving him; the 'sextastic' real thing, at long last. "OH MY GOD--I, I'M COMING!" he hollers, "again!" He's going over Niagara Falls in a barrel that's breaking up in midair. So overwhelmed is he, he can't even close his eyes, as though they're frozen. Sight blurrs that very instant, moments away from seminal expulsion. She smiles down at him wickedly, humping him all the more until her face lights up all one thousand watts' worth of sumptious. They come together in more ways than the physical. "I am too," she crows, with ebullient breaths, "am I ever. You are the personification of the most sensual lover I've searched for all my life," she raggedly divulges, then collapses upon his heaving chest in a sated, consummated heap, aglow from the heat of the torrid interlude, and hugs him tightly. "W-Was I al-all right?" he asks nervously after some time passes, after he judges it's been quiet a little too long. "I di-didn't suck?" "If you recall," she says lazily, "I was doing most of that in the shower." Her knee jabs his upper thigh. "You're kidding, asking that, of course. You'd better be." She nuzzles the downy soft skin in his pectoral valley, and he tells her that it tickles. "Delectible man..." "Ju-just checking. For my first time, I don't have a clue how it was for you." Sounding like he's spellbound, he says, "You're wizard." "Trust me, you're electric, love. Without question, the best I've ever had, and will have, over and over again." "You've slept with lots of guys, huh?" "I told you. It's not as though I kept that from you, Lamby." "Yeah, no. I know. It's just that they were much better than me, I bet." He wonders if he'll always be saddled with nagging doubt. "You'd lose that bet. Believe me. I love you, Ringo, and want only you, always." Softly, she nibbles his moist flesh, sighing all over the place. "Oh, no, don't go," she whines plaintively, feeling him pulling out. "Huh?" It was a whisper. "You feel so good where you are. Stay the night, sweetness, won't you?" His heart flutters violently, and he curtails his withdrawal, adrift in vibratory sensory overload. "All night like this?" He feels her nod languish upon him. "Exactly like this." Her hips cradle his crotch in a lovingly tenacious embrace. She seals her desire with a long, cohesive kiss, wherein her tongue explores places he never knew were there. "Li-like yeah," he manages, sounding like he'd cleared his throat, when she withdraws from his mouth just enough for him to speak. He draws his legs up a little so his cock, though as limp as an empty waterbottle, rests comfortably within her, and she rubs against him, touching off some unexpected fireworks, beneath the blades of the softly-whirring ceiling fan. "What happens if, like we fall asleep, but I wake up, feel where I am, my dick gets hard, rarin' ta go, but you're still asleep? What happens then, huh? I mean, it'd be weird with you still asleep. Kinda sick, right?" She giggles briefly, his innocense firing her up again, but she reins herself in when she senses he's not amused. "You wake me, and we have another go, of course." "Serious?" "Deadly." "No foolin'?" "Not one wit." "Man..." "Remember months ago I told you I was insatiable in that IHOP?" "Yep," he says behind a yawn, and blinks sleepily, "but you meant when it came to food, least that's what you said." Following another spate of bubbly giggles and a meaninful thrust to his crotch, she reneges, "I lied..." Incredibly, as she feels his penis grow rigid in obedient response, she whispers, "Apparently, I'm not the only one, love..." "Well you'd be real horny too if you were a virgin as long as me." "I daresay, perhaps moreso. Was it worth the wait?" "Wha'ddya think?" With a spark of its own, his cock swells within her moist folds. "Why d'ya think I waited so long?" "End the mystery for me, love." He chuckles into her soft hair, not totally committed to telling her how adrift he's always felt with women. "A no-brainer. So I could give it all to you, the only woman I'll ever love more than I do me." He rolls her over so she's on her back this time, taking the lead being the aggressor while his nerve holds. "I want you, Marge," he muffles urgently into the dewy skin, above her supple breasts, his right hand stroking her abdomen. No longer sleepy, she whispers hoarsely, sounding as expansive as he's beginning to feel within her, "You've got me, sweetness. Right where I want you..." "You're the best." "As are you, because we're so in love..." When the first light of the new day taps their peaceful faces, they're slumbering, fast asleep, finally. The marathon temporarily suspended, but this is only the beginning. They'll be many of these all-nighters in their future. \oo/ End