To Oblivion

A Just the Sex piece by Alice Holm

Word count: 804

Just the Sex pieces are exactly what they sound like: no storyline, just sex, with a few rules: writers must get us hot and bothered with an 869 word limit and create a title with words from the last sentence.

He opens the door. 

“Hello Lyra,” he greets me as he’s done a thousand times. But this time, as I enter, he follows it with something he’s never done before, grasping my arms and pinning me against the wall. 

“Is this what you wanted?” 

I can barely breathe, only moan in response, watching his beautiful mouth descend over mine. 

It’s been fifteen years since I have felt another man’s tongue inside me, let alone his cock. My husband and I have discussed opening our marriage for awhile; until now, the opportunity hadn’t presented itself. Next week our closest friends are moving away. Swapping with them feels safe.  

His lips are full and succulent, his tongue a gentle contrast to the pressure of his hands. Wrapped tight around my wrists, they hold me in place. He spreads my legs with his thigh, his knee pushing into the wall. 

I was already wet with anticipation when I walked through the door. Now, splayed and pinioned like this, I am lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. 

Satisfied that I am putty in his hands, he moves his mouth from mine and bites hard into my neck. A spasm of pleasure radiates downwards, adding fuel to the fire pulsing deep in my belly. My body arches off the wall, angling for more, but he takes a step backwards, releasing me.

With feral intent, I spring forward. My arms loop around his neck, pulling his face back to mine. Our mouths locked, we bite at each other's lips and tongues. He picks me up, my legs wrap around his waist. I grip his neck, the back of his head, pull his hair. My dress rides up around my waist. His hands are so large that my ass cheeks fill them, and his fingers reach lower still, skimming the edges of my lips through my panties. 

I have longed for this—unfettered desire, heady freedom.

Still kissing, he carries me down the hallway. He falls over me onto the mattress. His cock is thick, pulsing against my pussy even through the clothing that separates us. Already, I am desperate, as he unhooks his belt buckle, steps out of his jeans, then lowers himself on me once again. He moves his hips so that his cock rubs along my panties. My heart is racing. I need us to slow down, I need to make it last. I don’t know when I will get this again. 

And then he pulls up and off me. The sudden absence of his weight is startling. I am about to call out in protest when he pushes my dress up and off me, then lowers his face to mine even as the rest of his body feels unbearably far away. 

“Don’t move.” 

I want to know what happens next. I lie as still as I can, even though I’m trembling. He licks an excruciating line from my neck to my rock hard nipple. 

My hips buck of their own accord. He puts a hand on my belly. “I said, don’t move.” Then he lowers his mouth to the soft mound of flesh still covered by my panties. He pulls them down, with his teeth, licking everywhere but my center.

As if I am a rag doll, he lifts my hips and flips me over so I am lying on my belly. He presses his palm against the skin between my pussy and my asshole. Then he releases the pressure just enough that he can spread my ass cheeks apart and bury his face in my cunt. 

I am so sensitive I can hardly stand it. I could cum quickly just like this, but I want more. With all my strength I wriggle up the mattress and out from him. Caught off guard, he doesn’t react immediately. I make it up onto my knees and spin around so that we face each other. I lunge and knock him down onto his back on the bed. He stares at me, stunned and pleading.

“My turn,” I say. He smirks back at me, his cock sticking straight up.

I straddle him. He spreads my lips with his fingers and we both watch, entranced, as I slowly, inch by precious inch, slide down the length of him. This is what I came here for, and I could savor this moment forever.

He is so wide I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams. Holding still, we stare at each other, willing the other to make the next move. 

I start to grind as slowly as I can tolerate, seeking the spot I want. His hands find my nipples, pinch and twist. His hips rise and fall, matching my rhythm. I bend forward so he has to move his hands, wrap them around my back, and take my tit in his mouth. 

The change in angle and the moisture of his mouth lets something loose in me. He starts to thrust, hard and furious. I can’t help the waves that come crashing down. I lock my eyes with his, and let him take us all the way to oblivion.