Only At Night Chapter 10

There’s something about holding a woman in your arms that’s almost better than sex.

Sex is great, don’t get me wrong, but it’s this adrenaline rush, this desperate need to please and be pleased. No matter how slow you go, eventually it gives way to a gluttonous feast, sheer greed, trying to get as much as you can before the end bowls you over. Say what you will about cuddling, but it’s slow and leisurely—there was time for Carina to seep into me, like I was able to open myself to her aura and drink in the very core of her. 

Sorry for being a hippie.

The lingerie she wore, as sexy as it was, proved the perfect accoutrement to the simple charm of her body. It didn’t need to be flattered or accentuated, just shown off. The nightie did that, the material soft and sheer enough to give her a measure of self-confidence that everyone needs, but proving no obstacle at all to feeling the warmth and softness of her body. And as sleek as the material was, it was inorganic—I much preferred Carina’s skin, even the skin of her bare arms. All the naturalistic little details fascinated me in my fugue state of falling asleep—the dewy traces of sweat, the soft little hairs, the pulse and thrum of her body working just below the surface. I’d heard that vampires were harder to feel that way—more like marble statues or something. I wondered if werewolves were the converse, more alive, more warm, their hearts pumping faster, their blood racing through their veins…

“Keep that up and you’re going to get me going all over again,” Carina said, one eye open, an amber stone floating in the darkness. 

“Sorry,” I said reflexively.

“Don’t be. I’d be up for that. But you need your rest,” she said firmly. “Wait until morning?”

“It is morning,” I reminded her. 

She chuckled endearingly. English idioms just don’t translate well to working nights. “Evening, then. Promise.” She shifted against me, resoundingly getting into the final position of the night. I was the big spoon—really—and Carina was poured around my larger body, her knees pulled up to her hips, her arms wrapped around herself. She seemed to like me pulling the blankets tight around her as I put arms around her chest and neck, holding her tight in a surprisingly comfortable meshing of our two bodies.

It did put her taut ass against my groin, and despite my tiredness, I couldn’t resist being half-hard. It didn’t take much settling against me for Carina to feel my engorgement. I could just about hear her smile, even if she didn’t outright laugh.

“Way to make a girl feel appreciated,” she commented.

“Keep talking,” I leered, “you can’t stay awake forever.” And I pushed a little tighter against her buttocks.

Carina exhaled so hotly that I felt it bristle the hairs on my forearm. “Haven’t you ever heard to let sleeping dogs lie?”

***

When I woke up, it was dusk. The shuddered windows were casting red lights from their outlines, seeping in like rain dripping into a house with a leaky roof. I was on my back. The covers had been stripped from the bed and I’d been undressed, having already gone to sleep in my undershirt and boxers. I knew I was a sound sleeper, but… I wondered if Carina was really that stealthy. I thought she was a dog, not a cat.

She was as good as her word, though. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she was licking my inner thighs, nipping at the tender flesh just shy of my balls. I groaned in pleasure. It felt good, but also almost painfully not-good-enough. She moved to my balls, trapping a few of the thick black hairs there in her lips, then tugging on them teasingly, playfully, winding me up with the mounting pain.

I moved to reach down to her, but she was quick to bring a hand to my breadbasket, pressing me down against the mattress. I got the message. I wasn’t going anywhere until she’d finished playing with me. She pulled hard with her head, making me wince as one of my hairs was yanked out, then she blew it away and ran her lips against my balls.

I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy. Her tongue slid slowly over my scrotum, following the tiny wrinkles, the veins, with tiny slides of the very tip of her tongue. It was scintillating. It was torture. She ducked her head below the base of my cock, kissing the very bottom of my balls, then extending her tongue to lick behind them. My cock lurched to full erection, its very hardness skinning my foreskin clear of the knob. It was aching to fuck her and so was I. 

She came up again, running her tongue all the way from behind my balls to the base of my shaft, needling it into the underside of my cock. Then her tongue was gone and her lips were open, taking my sack into her mouth, sucking gently on its firm weight. I couldn’t help myself now. I was babbling, embarrassing myself, but I had to say how good it was.

“That’s so good, so fucking good, Carina, oh yes—your mouth, I want to come in your mouth, you’re making me so hard and I wanna come in your mouth, it’s so good, it’s so good!”

I felt Carina wrap her arms around my left leg in a tight embrace, press her cunt against my calf. She gasped against my manhood, a rush of air that nearly set me off from how unexpected it was, then she pressed herself even tighter against me, until I could feel her juices soaking into the hairs of my leg. I flexed my leg muscles slowly, like a weird mating dance as Carina rubbed herself against them. 

“I think he wants to play,” she whispered, her lips up against my cockhead. Her tongue flickered over my hardness. She wasn’t taking me into her mouth, not yet, but however ready she wanted me to be before she did, I couldn’t imagine it taking much longer.

With her lips and her hands, she stood me straight up, looking down to see how big I really was. Her eyebrows wagged as she ran her hand down my length, confirming by touch what her eyes told her. Then she took me into her mouth, her lips running soothingly over my glans, letting me in, sucking me lightly, letting me back out as she pursed her lips at my tip, sipping up my precum. I released a grunt of pleasure—that little sip was the perfect capper to one hell of a good move. Again she locked me in her mouth and tongued my knob, cajoling more precum from me, her tongue swiping from my collar to my tip. I felt a delicious little pumping sensation and heard her gulp up the tiny pearl I’d given her. It was incredible. She was kissing my precum away, drop by drop. I could only imagine what she would do when I came for real.

Her lips puckered and tightened, gradually shepherding me into her mouth. I could feel her hunger for me so intently that I found myself lifting my hips, feeding my cock slowly into her open mouth. Carina keened with pleasure at the act, twisting her hips around, rutting her naked cunt against my leg. I couldn’t see it, only the tiniest stirring of her shoulders as she moved, giving me the impression that she was entirely focused on blowing me. She had taken me halfway into her mouth and I could feel her tender throat at the end of my cock, starting to open up as Carina moaned around my prick. We both knew what came next.

My palms were sweating. I reached down, running them through her hair, prompting a little purr from her. It only intensified as I slid my hand down to her cheek and felt the bulge as my cock sunk into her face. God, I was thrumming like a subwoofer inside her mouth. I put my other hand on the top of her head and pressed downward, delighted with the supplicatory ease with which Carina obeyed my wishes and let herself be forced down onto my prick.

Her throat was narrow, warm, wet, tight. I could feel its give as my cockhead passed through it. She knew how to take it, tight as the fit was. She forced herself downward—I was barely even letting her feel the weight of my hand on her head, but she kept taking more and more into her stretching throat. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure as I felt her throat muscles flex around my length, alternately trying to force me out and sucking me in. 

She was throating me now—it felt just beautiful as she took me all the way down into her gullet. I stroked that lovely face, feeling the breath whip out of her, having to squeak its way around my thickness. Her smooth cheek felt like it was stretched thin. I felt her lips nestled against my balls—she’d taken my cock. All of it. I let out a little laugh in sheer surprise. Then she thrust her tongue hard against my shaft. 

She could only lick so much with my prick stretching from one end of her throat to the other, but God, she teased that part of my cock until it couldn’t have gotten anymore sensitive. I could feel every drop of saliva she lavished on it, feel my cock throbbing, pounding against the confines of her throat. It was almost torturous, how tight her gullet was around me. I almost wanted to come just for the relief of going flaccid.

She pulled away, dragging herself off my cock, her lips so tight around me that I swear she must’ve sucked away all the saliva she’d bathed my prick in. When she was halfway off of me, my helmet against the back of her throat, Carina started down my prick again. She took me all the way into her throat again, until her spit was running down onto my scrotum, drooling with her mouth stuffed full of cock. 

Again I ran my hands over her face, feeling her cheeks bloated by being impaled on my prick, her eyes teary with the strain of sucking me down. I wiped her eyes with my thumbs and she moaned happily. Then she was bringing herself down on my cock, and up, up and down, up and down, my hands steepled on her head, almost like I was trying to stop her from hurting herself. 

She whimpered low in her throat as she hilted me again and again. I’d never felt anything like it. The clenching tightness of her throat, the relief of being freed from it, then almost immediately being sucked back into her clasp… my cock hummed with pleasure and I found myself rocking my hips, thrusting into every lunge she took down the length of my member. It was irresistible; I was going to come into her mouth. And she wasn’t even hesitating. She swallowed every inch of me each time she sucked me down. 

And Carina was still dry-humping my leg, if that was the word for it when I could feel how wet her cunt was. I wondered what she was getting off on. Trapping my cock in her throat? Thinking that I was going to come in your mouth? I grunted rhythmically as she plunged down my manhood, letting her know how much I approved of her blowjob.

I felt my balls welling up with hot cum, my cock swelling with readiness to pump it all out. I took firm hold of Carina’s head, working her up and down my shaft, hearing her gargle and gurgle as she took my cock even harder than she had before. It was the perfect thing to make me come.

“I’m gonna come… Carina… hnnh… Carina!” I gasped, my cock pitching, that small eternity on the cusp just before a man launches. “Swallow it all!” 

Carina didn’t obey me. She pulled away from my groin, easily slipping out of my sweaty hands, and held herself in front of my surging prick just as I spilled. For a moment, my vision blacked out, that was how hard I came. My seed was flooding out of me, hitting Carina’s face like waves crashing on a rocky shore. The white semen foamed and boiled as it covered her face, splattering away onto her shoulders, her chest, my legs. Probably did a number on the bed, too. If only she’d stripped the mattress while she was undressing me.

I forced my eyes open and drank in the view. It was quite a sight. Let me tell you, watching a girl get a facial in a porno is nothing compared to doing it yourself. I could see every detail, every little reaction she had to being covered in sperm, and even through the exquisite pleasure of the orgasm, a small voice kept reminding me that this was my cock doing it, my cum—my girl. God, I felt like a caveman. But what was so sophisticated about bukkaking a woman? It was all hindbrain. You don’t get much more possessive than covering someone in your cream.

I took a deep breath. Her face had been left a mask of cum, some even dripping in her hair, her bright smile showing off more of my seed smeared on her teeth and gums. With a little laugh, her tiny pink tongue emerged and started the laborious job of licking up the pint or so of cum I’d donated. I’d never speak an ill word about morning wood again.

“Good morning,” I exhaled, slightly flabbergasted. I had never, in my life, felt like the kind of guy with a girlfriend who wakes him up with a blowjob. Suddenly I was. I felt like I’d been handed the keys to a Mercedes-Benz with directions to my new yacht inside. Call me crazy, but cars, boats—who really cares about that shit when you can have a girl? And if you disagree, ask yourself: what do rich guys keep getting in trouble over?

Not yachts and cars.

Carina giggled again—probably thinking something along the lines of how it damn sure better be after what she’d just done for me—and wiped a dollop of cum off her eyebrow before it could get in her eye. “I’m lactose-intolerant,” she said.

Three words. Two, depending on how you feel about hyphens. But though I didn’t know it yet, those words, that barely-a-sentence, was going to change everything.