Landlord ch.6

She gasped as he ran his hand over the smooth skin of her lower abdomen, then lower, above her clit.

"You weren't wearing any panties," he muttered. "No, I wasn't," she agreed, grinning in anticipation of the kiss. "I hate bras. I hate panties. I hate clothes," she replied. "Well, I don't mind if you walk around naked," he said.

She laughed, began to respond, and then her expression changed to one of surprised pleasure as he touched her wet clit. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips. "Oh my-oh! Oh, that feels so good," she moaned as he started massaging her clit.

"Do you like that?" he responded.

"Y-yes," she panted. "Yes, I love it. I haven't been touched like this in ages. Oh my God. Please, don't stop, Harry."

"I won't stop, Daphne," he replied and continued pleasuring her with his fingers.

As he continued rubbing her clit, his movements gentle and slow at first, she trembled violently and let out a loud, long, longing moan of pleasure. After a while, they stopped kissing because he increased the speed and pressure, giving her even more pleasure. Her hips tensed, and her whole body seemed to convulse with raw ecstasy. It emboldened him, invigorated him, pushing him towards greater pleasure.

He changed it up by inserting a finger inside her, and she let out an even louder moan.

"You're really wet," he murmured, now kissing her neck.

She moaned loudly, shifting again, parting her legs slightly wider. "You make me so wet," she panted. She was so soft, hot, and wet inside, and her pussy felt incredible. How many times had he wondered what it would be like to touch her in her most intimate, sensitive place? Now he knew. He pressed repeatedly, sliding into her again and again, and she cried out in pleasure. "Oh yes! Right there!...oh, use two fingers!" she pleaded.

He continued kissing her neck as he added a second finger, making her cry out again.

"Right there?" he asked, grinning, unable to resist teasing her just a little. Harry still couldn't believe she was so aroused, or that he could bring her such pleasure. It wasn't that he was terrible with the few other girls he had been with, but rather that Daphne seemed somehow... beyond him.

Almost like sleeping with a porn star or something.

"Yes! Right there!" she moaned. "Faster! Don't stop!" she demanded.

He continued, fucking her with two fingers, now leaning back slightly to watch her. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be concentrating. He didn't stop, sensing that she was on the brink of orgasm, and he desperately wanted to give it to her. Around that time, his insides began to tremble as her eyes flew open, and she screamed, her voice loud in the dark, confined space they shared, her hips moving and experiencing orgasm. Harry continued fucking her with his two fingers, feeling the wild contractions of her vaginal muscles around them, feeling the hot release of her sexual juices spilling onto his wrist, hand, and fingers, as well as the inside of her shorts.

She writhed and trembled, screaming in incoherent pleasure as she reached her peak. And he did it for her. He brought her to that state.

The orgasm lasted long, longer than he was used to (though perhaps it had been too long, and he forgot), and he didn't stop throughout. Somewhere in those incoherent cries, he could make out her pleas for him to keep going. Eventually, though, she gently pushed his hand away as she collapsed onto the bed, and he withdrew his hand from her shorts. Studying her, he saw that she had closed her eyes again, her chest heaving as she caught her breath from the intensity of the orgasm. "Um, I'll be right back," he said. "Where are you going?" she muttered. "To wash my hand."

"Oh... okay. Yeah, good idea. I feel like I made a mess."

He chuckled. "You did, I'm happy to report."

She laughed too, then returned to breathing and, he imagined, focusing on that particularly pleasurable, full-body sensation of post-orgasmic bliss. He got up and headed to the bathroom. Turning on the light, he washed his hands, then looked at himself in the mirror. None of this felt real yet. He had just fingered Daphne to orgasm, put his fingers inside her, kissed her, fondled one of her perfect breasts...

"Get back in bed, handsome!" she called out. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then turned off the light and hurriedly made his way back to the bed. "So... what now?" he asked. She was lying on her back, smiling, practically radiating happiness, it seemed.

"Now..." She sat up and looked at him more attentively, then gently reached out and pulled back the covers, revealing him. He was naked except for his boxers now, and his erection was as evident as ever. "Now, I want to see it."

"Uh... okay," he replied, feeling that intermediate surge of nerves as he reached down to remove his boxers. He had exposed himself to four women in his life, one of whom openly insulted him, another said 'it's fine' when clearly expecting more, and the other two didn't say anything.

"You don't have to be nervous," Daphne said softly as he forced himself to take off his boxers. His erection sprang free, released from its fabric confinement, and she studied it as he moved, sliding his boxers off and tossing them to the floor.

"It's a little hard not to be," he muttered.

She reached out and wrapped one hand around his shaft. He trembled and made a small sound involuntarily as her hand made contact with his cock. It was so hard that it almost hurt, the kind of erection that only came after particularly intense sexual dreams or randomly, when he was inexplicably horny.

"I understand," she said. "But you really don't have to worry. I just want it to be enjoyable."

"I'm glad," he replied. "It's just that I've never been with a woman... like you."

"Like me in what sense?" she asked.

"I don't know... insanely hot? So much taller than me? So confident, intelligent, and sexy?"

She laughed, and he thought he saw her blush. "Well, thank you, but so far, you're doing just fine, Harry. Seriously. That finger show was just... oh, it was phenomenal. It's hard for me to orgasm, but you definitely brought it out of me, good job. It was the best orgasm I've had in six months. So you're doing well, okay?"

"Good to hear..." he said, watching her body as she continued the slow stroking of his cock. He thought about how it would feel inside her pussy, and how she might feel when he finally thrust his cock into her. "Ah shit," he muttered as something hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What? What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't have any condoms."

"Oh." She paused, seeming to contemplate something for a few moments, still touching his cock, which was incredibly distracting. "Well... do you trust me?" she asked.

"I think so," he replied. "I let you crash here, sleep next to me..."

"I have nothing. I know I have nothing because I took a test two weeks ago, and I haven't had sex since then. With anyone. I'm on a contraceptive potion, so if you're sure you're clean, then... we don't have to use protection."

He felt a hot blush of intense erotic desire flash through him, his heart racing immediately. "I was tested earlier this year," he replied, "everything came back negative, and I definitely haven't done anything since then."

"Alright then," she said. Then she smiled. "Will this be your first time raw?"

"Yes, it will. How did you know?"

"You seem thoughtful, and it was just a hunch. Can I give you some advice?"

"Yes."

"Let me give you a blowjob first. If you were to fuck me right now, you would cum inside after five thrusts. Now, this is not a comment on you or your abilities or anything like that, anyone would do the same. Trust me, Harry, using protection and having sex is night and day. You have no idea how incredible it's going to be. So... I suggest you let me give you a blowjob first."

"That, uh-yeah, that sounds good to me," he replied.

She laughed. "I figured you'd say that... alright, lie down, relax."

Harry lay back and relaxed, watching her work. He noticed that she still hadn't undressed, but he was too distracted as she moved lower. She looked incredibly sexy, her blue eyes full of allure, desire, and a hint of mischief. She cupped the base of his shaft with her thumb and two fingers. For a moment, she studied his cock, then she stuck out her tongue and ran it along the head.

He moaned as a powerful surge of raw pleasure hit him.

"How long has it been since a woman put your cock in her mouth?" she murmured.

"Too long," he groaned. "Like a year."

"Oh wow, I'm sorry. I can really sympathize," she replied, then licked again.

He moaned sharply, trying to maintain control. "Really?"

"Yes. My fiancé-" she stopped, shook her head forcefully. "My ex-fiancé actually never went down on me. I haven't had my pussy eaten in such a long time." "I'll eat you out tonight," he said.

She shifted her gaze from his cock to his face. "You don't have to."

"I know. I want to," he replied, grinning at her.

"You're really sweet," she said, then licked his cock a few more times. He moaned her name, finding it hard to sit still as pleasure ignited within him. Her tongue was an incredible thing. And she hadn't even started sucking yet.

"For now, I'm going to give you a blowjob because you deserve it, and because I like you, Harry."

She moved her mouth along the head of his cock and then down the shaft, taking it all in. He moaned loudly, struggling to resist the urge to thrust into her mouth. She held his cock there, her head bumping against the back of her throat. She pushed deeper, and then swallowed, and he cried out as all those tight, wet muscles squeezed around his head, sending waves of pure bliss screaming through his body.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.

She began bobbing her head, and he lost himself in her mouth, in her amazing oral skills. He groaned and moaned, watching her work. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Three other women had given him blowjobs, and Daphne surpassed them all without a doubt. She blew them out of the water with her abilities. She looked so confident, so sexual, and then she looked up, closing her eyes with him, and he felt captivated by her intoxicating gaze. He could feel the orgasm building within him, and he could almost feel her pulling it out of him. In a fundamental way, he suspected she was.

"Gonna come," he groaned, warning her just in case she didn't want to take his load in her mouth. She continued without hesitation. "Seriously, I'm going to come!"

A few more seconds passed, and then his orgasm exploded.