Starting Over

Preparing The Raincoat

Adam rose from the floor and Alison flipped onto her stomach as she rotated herself so her head was at the foot of the bed.  She just looked up at him with great delight.  She reached up and pushed his jeans and boxers down so she could take hold of him with her mouth.  When she laid eyes on the sight before her, she grew more excited, and was thankful he wasn't a member of the pinkie finger club. When she took him into her mouth, he let out a soft sigh of pleasure.  As she kept sliding her lips over him, she also turned herself onto her back.  There was just something about taking a man into her mouth in this position that she loved.  She could take him further back, tasting all of him, leaving him in awe of her ability.

Another soft sigh from Adam was heard, followed by a sensual whisper of, "God damn."  He was enjoying her sucking on his cock.  He looked down at her and realized she was not only pleasuring him, but was squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples.  She'd let out a soft moan then continue on.  Adam reached out and began to rub her between her legs again while slowly thrusting himself further into her mouth.  Every once in a while, he would push in and make her hold it until she pushed him back out.  Alison didn't care.  His touch on her clit, the taste of his cock, they lit her up in ways she had forgotten about. 

On his last filling of her mouth, she pushed him back, rolled over, and looked up at him with sultry eyes, still stroking his saliva soaked cock with her hands.  She then did a quick pop on and off of his head, licked her lips, and smiled up at him.  He knew what she was asking for without saying a word.

Adam backed away to remove his jeans from himself completely while Alison scooted herself up on her bed.  He climbed on top of her, cradled between her legs, staring down at her beautiful brown eyes, sliding himself over her as if to ask her if she was sure.  He leaned in and attached himself to her left breast again causing her to reach down and grab a hold of him.  She began to push him closer to the entry and then stopped.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Alison thought for a  moment and then reached for the drawer of her nightstand.  She grabbed some coverage (she was alone, not dead, and kept them just in case).  She looked him dead in those sparking hazel orbs and spoke softly, and lightly out of breath, "Please?  I'm not ready for consequences."

He took it from her, opened it, and rolled it onto himself.  He was sitting up and then came back down.  "Thank you," she said softly.  He smiled at her, then kissed her.  Normally, she wasn't keen on kissing a guy after he'd eaten her, but something made this time okay.  As he kissed her, he began sliding himself on her again and finally entered.  When she felt him slide himself inside her, she pulled back from his kiss and again, became lost in his eyes.