Harry and Bertie

Chapter 3

Bertie opened her eyes and looked around thinking, 'Where in the hell am I?' From behind her she could hear a throat being cleared and she felt the weight of an arm across her waist. Slow realisation dawned on her and she smiled in ecstatic remembrance. The feel of Harry's hands caressing her from her hair to her toes. The feel of his tongue laving her breasts, making his way down her torso to her secret places. The feel of his scruff tickling her thighs as his tongue and hands paid homage to her womanhood. She blushed as she remembered the screams of ecstasy and calling his name in unbridled passion. Never before had she experienced a night like that.

The sun was just beginning to come through the curtains; Sunday, church day. She blushed again thinking about how Geraldine would know just by looking at her what had happened on her date. 'Oh lord, I'll never hear the end of it!'

Harry's hand moved on her waist, tightening its grip. He pulled her closer, spooning her. She could feel the swelling of his member against her ass and wiggled.

"Oh hell, Bertie..." Harry groaned.

She rolled over, putting her hands to his chest. "Hell? Really?" She threw her left leg over his and rolled her hips forward, "Really?" she purred.

With a groan Harry rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. For a brief moment he worried about his morning breath, but tossed the thought aside as Bertie's tongue plunged in, twisting and mating with his own. He broke the kiss, turning his attention to her neck. Last night he had discovered a spot just under her ear that had made her a mewling kitten. There! There is the sound, her purr made his stomach clench. He concentrated on the spot, his tongue circling, his mouth taking her earlobe and sucking gently.

"Harry...wha-I can't-"

"Shhh," he replied, kissing her lips before moving down her throat. He kissed and licked the hollow at the base of her throat. Her hands were all over his body, running up and down his spine, kneading his ass, reaching into the small space between their bellies, tracing small circles.

She brushed her fingers across the tip of his penis. "Fuck, Bertie!" "Yes, please Harry. Please fuck me!"

Last night had been an oral love fest...this morning all she wanted was his hard cock to plunge deep inside her.

She spread her legs and rolled her hips, grinding hard against him. He reached down, spread her folds and eased himself into her darkness. "God you are so tight!" They moved against each other, small sounds escaping their throats. He propped himself up on his hands, all the better for long, deep strokes, and leaned forward to kiss her. She pulled on his shoulders, dropping him to his elbows, all the better for wrapping her legs around him, all the better for depth. Harry was well endowed, but she wanted to feel him against her cervix.

Using her legs she urged him on, faster and faster! They matched each other; plunge to thrust, speed for speed until they were glistening with sweat. Bertie reached her head up and licked the glistening, salty sheen from his chest.

A sudden heat, 'how could I get hotter?' glowed in her womb; a sudden maddening need to finish. "Stop! Please stop!"

"Stop? You want me to stop?" Harry was gobsmacked.

"I need you to stop, but stay right where you are."

Harry's arms were shaking, he was not sure if he could do as she bid. She lifted her ass of the bed and started grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. With each grind the walls of her vagina tightened eliciting from Harry grunts of extreme pleasure. "Oh! I've never had that before!" he smiled. "THAT is gooood."

She stiffened, tightening her walls even further as waves of lust and pleasure poured through her body. "Oh FUCK Yes!" she shouted. Harry needed no further encouragement, he pumped into her slickness and came with an incomprehensible shout!