The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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I walked briskly to the bus stop and waited for a little under two minutes, and when I bought my ticket I spoke as quietly as possible, so my voice wouldn’t sound too shaky: instead it sounded like a deranged croak. Trying to act cool, and relax enough to stop shivering, I took a seat at the back of the bus. The journey took about ten minutes, but felt like nearly a year, especially with the darkness outside being accentuated as it was by the feeble strobing quality of the lamp posts outside and the lights in the bus.
I stepped out of the bus and started to walk to the house of the person I was visiting, which was just round a corner and on a side-street. Stopping outside the door for a moment, I checked my phone and read back through the conversation we'd had.
Me: Oh dear, it sounded like it was going well
Her: I thought it was going well too but can’t win every time
Me: Ha, and you were saying a while ago about wanting that seeing to ;-)
Her: Meh you’re joking aren’t you it’s been ages. I’m going through batteries like nobody’s business
Me: Now wouldn’t be the time for me to come for a coffee then eh?
Her: Scared I might jump on you? Lol
Me: Maybe, ha. Or that I might jump on you, it’s been a while for me too
Her: Well wouldn’t that be a pity
Me: Let’s just say you might see a different side to me if you’re not careful
Her: You say that a lot lol maybe you should put your money where your mouth is
Me: …you mean put something else where my mouth is…?
Her: Maybe ;-)
Me: You must be in a mess if you’re actually saying this to me, hahaha
Her: Not yet…
Me: You want me to come and make a mess of you?
Her: Yup lol come for a “coffee”
Me: …fine. I’ll grab a shower and be there in an hour ;-)
Her: OK, I’ll be waiting just knock and come in
…yes, we really did have that conversation. And here I was, just under an hour later, stood outside her door. Sure, we’d had rather personal conversations before, but they were generally more clinical, only occasionally crossing the line into mild flirting. Crossing the line? ‘Bloody vaulted it this time,’ he whispered to himself…
A knock on the door – hel-lo there – and then I went in without waiting, as arranged, and locked the door behind me. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, with a half-finished cup of coffee and an ashtray on the small table in front of it, wearing a dark green dressing gown. The room was dark but for a small desk lamp in the corner of the room.
I sat next to her and put my arm around her briefly, stifling a sharp breath, in a greeting hug. She smiled a little and kissed my cheek.
Somehow I managed to speak. ‘Have a nice day?’
‘Yeah, and you?’ She didn’t sound quite as shaky as me. Not quite.
‘Yeah thanks.’ I allowed myself a deep breath and gingerly put my hand on her neck. ‘I, um…’ I cleared my throat. ‘I didn’t think you’d take me seriously.’
She laughed, a tiny and vaguely maniacal sound. ‘Well it’s been a while.’ She cast a glance at my hand and placed her own on it slowly, looking back at me with her head at a slight tilt. ‘And I wanted to see if you’re… as big as you talk.’ Her eyes flicked down mischievously.
I blushed and closed my eyes for a moment, attempting to regain my composure. I gave a dramatic shrug. ‘Well, you know what we men are like.’ Yeah. Pass it off as a joke if you can, make yourself look smooth. Smooth like gravel. ‘We all talk big and then inevita –‘
She put her finger on my lip. ‘You’re not backing out now, sunshine.’ I looked at her face. Her eyes were fiery, feline slits that made me blush even harder. I matched her gaze and opened my mouth slightly, giving her fingertip a gentle graze with my teeth, and gave a small squeeze on the back of her neck. Her fingers interlocked with mine and she pulled my hand away, putting it on the thick fluffy fabric of her dressing gown. I gave another squeeze.
Keeping eye contact for as long as I could, I leaned my head forward and kissed her neck, just under her ear. This close I could hear her take in a deep breath. I flicked her earlobe playfully with the tip of my tongue, and felt her shiver slightly. I’m not sure she was cold either.
She pulled away and blinked slowly, putting her hand on my neck and pulling gently. I yielded, letting her bring my lips to meet hers, and she kissed me hard, her cool lips closing around mine and taking me by surprise, even though I knew it was going to happen. After a fraction of a second I caught up and sucked softly on her tongue, bringing my hand up to her neck again and taking a gentle grip on her shoulder-length brown hair.
Her teeth closed on my bottom lip and she pulled her head back a little, pulling my head up slightly, possibly a signal that she wanted me to… I pulled her hair slightly. She made a low groaning sound in her throat, and I stroked her top lip and teeth with my tongue, applying a little pressure. She let go of my lip and opened her mouth, allowing me to push my tongue in more and flick the tip of hers with it.
I breathed in deeply and pushed her back against the couch so that she was lying sideways on it, and lifted myself up, looking her in the eye. I flicked my eyes down and noticed her cleavage; her dressing gown had fallen slightly open. Her skin looked pale and smooth. I bent down and kissed between her breasts, feeling them brush against my cheeks. They were smooth. I ran my tongue up and down slowly, barely touching.
Her back arched a little, pushing her chest against my tongue and giving me room to slip my hands behind her back and pull her closer, holding her up with my palms and brushing her cleavage and breasts with my bottom lip. She sighed, moaning slightly as she did.
It felt slightly surreal, all of a sudden, to be doing this with her. We’d been friends for a while, we knew each other pretty well, and I daresay there’d been a level of attraction between us – though there weren’t really any feelings that I knew of. Other than what we were doing felt pretty good, of course. I raised myself slightly and looked at her face. By the soft light of the lamp in the corner, she looked a little flushed. I bowed my head again and opened my mouth, and started to suck gently on the side of her breast, flicking her soft, warm skin with my tongue. She moaned openly and put her hand on the back of my head, pressing a little with her fingertips.
Without breaking contact, I looked up into her eyes again and moaned into her bosom. I slowly eased her down, freeing my hands, untied the belt of her dressing gown fully and let it fall open, and then started to softly trail my fingers up and down her sides, from her hips to near her breasts. She breathed deeply again and moved her hands to my shoulders, massaging them through my jacket with her palms.
Some moments later, I realized she had me at a possible disadvantage, so I stood up and took off my jacket, and let it drop by the side of the couch. I then knelt down and unfastened my shoes and kicked them off, pushing them near to my jacket. I went to take off my shirt, but she sat up and stopped me by putting her hand on top of mine.
‘There’s a time and a place,’ she whispered with a smirk.
I looked her up and down; her dressing gown hanging open, exposing her pale pink skin, her small, round breasts, her chest moving up and down slowly, her black underwear, her thighs… ‘Hark who’s talking.’ I winked. Yep. Smooth like gravel.
She stood up in front of me and kissed my lips, and trailed her hand down my chest to my own hand and took it in hers. ‘I never said the time wasn’t now.’ She led me to the door. Up the stairs. She pushed a door open with her foot and walked through it, and bade me sit on the bed. She stood over me and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, dropping it on the floor next to the bed, and then pushed me back and unbuttoned my jeans slowly.
Taking my weight on my hands, I lifted myself up for a moment and she took my trousers off me too. I sat up again and took off my socks, leaving me sat on her bed in just my shorts. I shifted back and pulled her onto the bed with me, making her kneel between my legs, and slid my hands up her sides to her shoulders, helping her out of her dressing gown. She pushed me down, more forcefully this time, and kissed my neck. I tilted my head to give her better access, and, closing my eyes, trailed my fingertips up and down her back, slowly.
Suddenly, she bit my neck, giving me a shock and making me instinctively grip her hips and groan loudly. She bit harder, and I gasped and crooked my neck further, biting my lip. She carried on, nibbling my neck and sucking a little, until I pulled away and rolled over, pinning her to the bed. I leaned down, as though I was going to kiss her, but I stopped just as our lips made contact, pausing to slowly flick her lip with my tongue. I teased her like this for a few seconds, and then gave in and kissed her hard.
I could feel myself growing more excited as the moments passed, and she must have too: I suddenly became aware that what was in my shorts was resting on her thigh. She broke the kiss and flicked her eyes downward. Yep, she could feel it too. I wanted to know if… I reached down, skimming my fingers faintly over her stomach, to between her legs. She was very warm. I could feel the impression of her labia through her underwear. They were ever-so-slightly open: she must have been rather excited too.
She made a circular motion with her hips, making my finger, though I wasn’t moving it, circle around her and brush past her labia a couple of times. I pressed my palm into her, pushing upward slightly, and she bit her lip and put her hands under my arms and scratched my back. Ouch, that felt good. I growled quietly and scratched up her thighs and buttocks, giving them a gentle slap afterward. She let out a high-pitched moan. Now that was a nice sound to hear. I did it again, slightly harder, and she moaned again.
I lifted myself slightly and kissed her neck, nibbling gently under her ear for a moment, and then started to work my way down. Under her chin, to her shoulder, her collarbone, her chest… I kissed between her breasts again and then touched her skin with the tip of my tongue. First I held it there for a few seconds, and then I began tracing a slow, wide circle around her breast. She was breathing deeply and slowly, which I could feel as much as hear, and after two or three circles I rounded to her nipple, which was standing up… glad I wasn’t the only one.
I flicked her nipple and kissed it, and got a sharp breath and a stifled moan as a reward. I laughed a little to myself, and took her hard nipple between my lips, sucking gently, occasionally opening my mouth and forming an O with my lips in the middle of her breast and pressing my tongue firmly against her nipple, licking it up and down.
Slowly, I moved down further, kissing her stomach softly all around, making her shiver and breathe more harshly. I reached up to her breasts and rolled them around in my palms and kneaded them gently, while at the same time moving down ward along her stomach, gradually working toward her navel. I licked a tight circle around her belly-button, at which she shuddered harder and jerked a little under my tongue. Squeezing her breasts, I pushed her back down, flat against the bed, with my mouth, and licked that minuscule circle again. She let out a single shaky breath and forced herself to remain in place. ‘Good girl,’ I whispered.
She giggled as I pressed my tongue a fraction of an inch past the waistband of her simple black underwear and licked her skin and then kissed her still-slightly-open labia. With my lips, I could feel how wet she was becoming. I pressed my tongue against the thin cloth, noting the shape of her, where her clitoris was, how warm she was to the touch… she let out another, long, moan, at the feeling of me pressing my warm, wet tongue against her warm, wet vagina.
I pulled away to kneel between her feet, one of which I took in my hand as I looked at her lying on the bed in the darkness. I whispered again. ‘Does that feel good?’
‘Yes,’ she replied in a voice which was half whisper and half moan.
I started to massage her foot with both hands, rubbing my thumbs into her sole. I’m not really into feet, but they are a part of the body, and a sensitive one, so why leave them out? ‘Good.’
Massaging her foot, I lifted it and kissed around her ankle softly and repeatedly, as far as I could reach. I carried on for a few minutes, and then swapped to the other foot. After a few more minutes, the relative silence being broken every few seconds by a quiet moan, I put her foot down. ‘Turn over.’
She turned over as instructed, with me leaning back for a moment to give her room, and then I resumed my position kneeling between her feet so that I could massage her calves. She must stand or walk around a fair amount, I thought to myself; her calf-muscles were surprisingly well-developed, and a little tense. I rolled them in my hands, dragging my hands up and down firmly along her legs, until they started feeling softer. I moved up to her thighs, working between her thighs and buttocks, which were satisfyingly firm to the touch, just like her calves.
I let my upper body move with the motion of my arms as I worked her upper thighs around in my hands, gently rocking back and forth and teasing slightly by letting my thumbs meet between her thighs. Before long, she was lifting her bottom slightly off the bed and rocking a little with me, breathing deeply. I bent down and kissed the small of her back and gave her buttocks a squeeze. She sighed.
Moving upward, I knelt with her legs between mine, and started to rub her back, pressing firmly with the heels of my hands on either side of her spine as I rubbed upward toward her shoulders, and making fists when I reached them, moving the sides of my hands in circles to either side of her neck, and bringing my hands back down, pressing my fingertips into her firm flesh. I’ve always loved doing this, there’s something relaxing for me about it.
I must have been getting more excited: after not many minutes I became aware that my own breathing was becoming shaky again, and that a certain part of myself was resting in the groove between her buttocks, moving up and down as I leaned forward and back, still massaging her back. I leaned further forward and pressed myself against her, feeling the firmness of her buttocks as I strained against my shorts, and I kissed the nape of her neck. She moved her head aside, giving me room to kiss her neck from behind, which I did, moving around from her nape to under her ear and back, only slightly aware that I was grinding slowly against her.
She suddenly turned round so that she was lying on her back, pushing my aside as she pulled her legs out from under me. Looking up at me sideways through feline eyes full of what looked like barely-controlled fury, she forcefully pushed me down against the bed and straddled me, pressing her crotch against mine and grinding in a slow, steady rhythm, and putting her hands on my chest. I was feeling almost painfully excited now, and feeling the shape of her vagina pressing invitingly against my penis through our underwear was not helping; it was making me harder with each moment that passed, and making my testicles ache and burn slightly.
Grinding her hips up and down on me, pressing her groove against my needle – so to speak – and taking a grip on my shoulders, she dropped down on top of me and kissed me again, still grinding as she bit my lip and sucked on my tongue. I took a firm grip of her buttocks and rolled them in my hands, relishing the feeling of her weight on me, her nipples occasionally brushing mine.
I slipped my hands into her underwear, pulling her up slightly so I could reach, and reached downward with my middle finger to find her groove. It wasn’t warm any more. It was red hot, her lips still slightly open, and slick with her juices. Moving my finger up and down and pushing a fraction of an inch inward, I noticed that she had freshly shaved… just like I had. She moved back a little again, lifting her bottom and making my finger skim upward. I stroked her clitoris gently, up and down, wetting my finger, making her moan gently against my neck as she kissed it.
I wanted to know what she tasted like. Tilting my head and looking at her face, I pulled my hand out from between her legs and raised her finger to my lips and sucked. She tasted warm, sweet. Like a woman should taste. I rolled round as she had, so she was under me lying on her back, and pulled myself away. Then, lifting her bottom off the bed with one hand, I took her underwear off her and dropped it on the floor, exposing her groove for me to see for the first time, and it wasn’t in any way a disappointment.
She looked smooth, her lips parted and exposing her pink inner lips and hood, which were all slightly shiny with her juices. I knelt between her legs and put my hands on the tops of her thighs, weighing down slightly as I slowly lowered my face. I opened my mouth and exhaled gently, blowing warm air over her warm and wet exposedness. She stiffened momentarily and gasped.
I wondered how much she liked to be teased. I started kissing her where her inner thigh became her groin very softly, dragging my lip ever closer to her groove, and sometimes pinching her delicate skin between my lips or flicking it with my tongue. I was again struck for a moment by how surreal this felt… though not in a bad way, not at all.
I tilted my head and kissed her groove as though I was kissing her mouth: softly persuading her lips further apart to slide my tongue inside, moving it up and down, feeling and tasting her warmth. She was moaning low, lifting her hips to meet my kisses, and I felt her hand on my head again, scratching my scalp slightly. ‘That’s right,’ I whispered between kisses.
She started to grip my hair, pulling my in closer still. OK, I thought – maybe she’s had enough teasing. I straightened slightly and righted my head and lifted her hood with my top lip, and flicked her clitoris with my tongue. She shivered. More? Well, if you insist. I flicked her again, harder, sensing the electric current through her as her thighs twitched and she breathed more harshly. I slowly and softly sucked on her clitoris as though it was a teat which secreted the sweetest nectar. She lifted her hips higher and I hooked my arms under her thighs, bringing her up to meet me and moving her legs so they were resting on my back.
This gave me better access to be able to lick and kiss and suck her groove, which I did with increasing ravenous excitement. Of all the things I’ve done with and to girls, this is my favourite. Having a girl’s pussy at my mercy. You have no idea.
I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue inside her and bringing it up to lick the underside of her clitoris, feeling her stiffening, her thighs straightening a little, pulling me in and holding me there, digging her heels into the small of my back, and making me thrust gently against the duvet. I nodded gently between her legs, accentuating the movement of my tongue against her warm, inviting groove… I felt a drop of fluid escape from myself, warm and then cool against the cloth of my shorts.
Now I was frantically flicking her with the tip of my tongue, and feeling her legs twitch almost imperceptibly, stopping my head from moving away but allowing it to move around within its sweet confinement. I was starting to shake a little myself: my shoulders were twitching under the weight of her legs, and they weren’t heavy at all.
I pulled away again suddenly, and knelt up, looking at her. Her chest was heaving, and she looked up at me, with a gaze full of more of that sense of barely-controlled fury as before. And well you might be angry.
‘You know what I think?’ I rasped.
She moaned. ‘What?’
I turned her round in front of me and bent over her, biting her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. ‘I think you’re a very bad girl, having me round to do this.’ And I slapped her bottom, hard. She squealed. ‘Aren’t you?’ I tickled her bottom, gently swirling my fingers on her smooth skin, barely touching, and then slapped her again.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, even more shakily than me. She stuck her bottom up in the air. ‘And what are you going to do about it?’
I got off her and eased myself out of my shorts. Free at last, my aching penis bounced up and down as the elastic snapped past them. I dropped my shorts on the floor and positioned myself so that it was freely bobbing up and down between her inner thighs. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ And I slapped her bottom a third time, and then took a grip of myself, stroking and positioning my penis so that as I stroked it, the top stroked her clitoris. She rose and fell with my movement, inviting. No, begging.
Fine, I thought. You’ve begged and been teased enough now. Time for the treat to slip off your nose and into your… I pulled back slowly and then suddenly slammed myself deep into her, not needing to ease her lips open, and felt her constrict around me, gripping me as if she was trying to suck me in deeper.
I took a grip on her hips and very slowly pushed her away, pulling out again so only the tip was inside her, and then slammed back in to the hilt, making her throw her head back and let a high-pitched squeal escape her throat. I gripped her hip harder with one hand and raised my hand as I pulled out slowly again, taking her hair in my hand and wrapping it tightly around my wrist. ‘I’m going to do this.’ I thrust into her again, making a loud slapping noise, and heaved a deep breath as I did it again, and again, pulling her head back and feeling her bouncing against me, edging forward and backward to oppose my thrusts. Fuck yeah, just like that… you forget what it feels like to be squeezed by a woman after a few months, but when you feel it again it’s like there hadn’t been any time away; it all comes flooding back… so to speak.
I imagine a few minutes went by, and then I pulled out of her completely and put my hands on her hips more gently. Her bottom rose into the air as if to seek my penis again, but it was just beyond her reach. I then turned her round again and put a hand on her heaving chest, positioning myself with the other to enter her missionary-style. I looked at her face: her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were closed. I teased her, stroking up and down with my tip, for a few seconds, and then pushed deep into her again, and I saw the look on her face change from relatively relaxed and easy to that classic look of what could be pleasure or pain.
Her hips were meeting mine again before more than a few seconds had passed, and as I placed my hands by her neck, she went to lick her finger. I stopped her, leaning in and kissing her mouth with her finger still there, and then pulled away. Sucking her finger into my mouth for a moment, I then let go, leaving her finger wet with my saliva. I bent my head down again to kiss her and nibble her bottom lip, and as I did I felt her finger between out hips as she started to masturbate.
Her finger flicking her clitoris as I was inside her, occasionally reaching too far and brushing the top of my penis, felt probably as good for me as it did for her. We were moving together quickly now, and both breathing heavily and moaning openly. I bit her neck where it became her shoulder, and I heard her groan loudly and tighten around me, through a bitten lip. I gently kissed and nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her hard on the mouth, flicking her tongue with mine as our movements became more urgent. I was starting to push a little now, holding off. I’ve always been able to last quite a while, but when it’s been a while I can’t last quite as long. But it was going to happen soon if I wasn’t careful.
Judging by the noises that she was making, I didn’t think she would take long now, either, so I lifted myself up so that I was kneeling again, still inside her, and lifted her bottom in my hands, so I could thrust up into her rather than down. Suddenly the noises she was making became rougher still, more animal; more growl than moan. I gripped her bottom and pulled her up, down… up, down… deeper and faster, feeling her constricting around me, growing warmer. I was willing myself not to let go before her, but was finding it increasingly difficult to supress the occasional twitch.
She was lifting her hips up herself now, and she shifted up so that her bottom was resting on my thighs, her legs flying loose in the air. I took hold of her ankles, pulling them so that the soles of her feet were pressing against my chest.
Suddenly I felt her toes curl, pinching my nipples, and that wasn’t all that was being pinched: she was squeezing my penis hard as she broke through the wall, moaning loudly and with a surprisingly high pitch and reaching out for my hands, which I instinctively caught and gripped. Hold tight.
I felt intense heat on the underside of the tip of my penis – I didn’t know she was one of those girls. Her half-scream became more and more tremulous with a speed and variance in pitch that would have made Leslie just give up making speakers, and her legs shook, making me redouble my grip on her ankles.
‘Fuckfuckfuck,’ she said. ‘Don’t stop,’ with an edge of urgency and desperation.
‘I’m going to come,’ I groaned through gritted teeth, giving her a chance to tell me not to let go yet.
‘Don’t. Stop.’ It was an order, barked between frenzied squeals.
Have it your way. Knowing she was closer than I was, I threw back my head and opened my mouth wide, gasping, begging the air for more oxygen as my heart beat against the prison bars of my chest. Inside her, I felt a contraction and then warm dampness leak out of her as she arched her back, her voice turning from a rapid tremolo to a rapidly ascending glissando, and pushed outward with the muscles inside her which, until now, had been squeezing me with such voracity.
Some music just has that effect on you: I let go, gasping hard, my head spinning as I pushed back against her pelvic floor, yielding a little but not letting her push me all the way out. As I twitched inside her, she gripped my hands hard enough for it almost to hurt, and she seemed to suck every drop out of me as I came hard inside her.
Moments later, we were both collapsed on top of the covers, quivering and gasping for breath. We lay there, hugging, holding onto each other.
We slept. We must have done, anyway, because we woke up – still naked – with morning light leaking through the coarse weave of the closed curtains.
Actually, I woke up first. I lay there for a while, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, and remembering the previous night’s events. Whoa… that really happened? She stirred and opened one eye, looking at me and giggling.
‘Hey,’ I said. ‘Sleep well?’
She ran her finger across my shoulder and giggled again. ‘Yeah. Had this weird dream though. One of my friends came round out of the blue and fucked me silly.’
I reached down and touched her groove very gently. ‘Don’t speak too soon.’ I touched myself. We were both sticky. ‘Maybe your dream needs a shower.’
She nodded.
I smirked. ‘Then I’ll make that coffee.’ -->
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