A Question of Sanity Chapter 1 C

DECENCY WARNING: sexually explicit

Thoughts of sleep were banished as she went upstairs as fast as her aching body would move. While the bath filled, she shaved her legs. She didn’t have long before Matt would arrive and she wanted to be clean and fresh to seduce him. Ten minutes earlier she was enervated and the thought of doing anything was a thought too tiring. Now she was filled with desperate energy that was borne of fear. ‘Move or die, move or die, move or die,’ she repeated to herself.

His timing was perfect. She’d stepped out of the bath and was wrapping a white, fluffy towel around her breasts when she heard the door security system scanning him for entry. She squirted a mist of perfume to her neck and wrists and, feeling much better after her bath, she went downstairs.

Before he could speak, she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him. Lust welled up from nowhere and took him by surprise. What started as a sweet ‘hello’ kiss, turned into a wanton need.

Ellie pushed him against the front door. Her hands roamed his body, her mouth ground on his and her tongue flicked over his top lip and into his warm, minty, mouth. His arms tightened round her waist and pulled her into him. He stiffened as he pushed against her thighs. She moaned into his mouth, not giving in to the need, but drawing it savagely from her body and pushing it onto his. The heat from his hands made her spine tingle. She squirmed into a better position so that his hardness pushed into her.

He moaned in her ear in a voice heavy with passion and disappointment. ‘Ellie, we can’t. You’re not well enough. You’re tired…your illness?’

‘Sod my illness,’ she said, her mouth covering his to still the words that she didn’t want. ‘Fuck the illness. I’m alive, Matt. I want you. Make love to me now, right now.’

His hands pressed into her back, circling until he cupped her buttocks. She felt the pressure of his short nails indenting her flesh as their bodies ground into each other. Without hurting her, he bit on her lip, his teeth grazing the fullness of her mouth as her tongue sought entry. He dropped his head to take the flesh of her neck into his mouth. Sucking hard, he stopped just short of bruising her before nuzzling into the cleft between her breasts. He was tormented centimetres from reaching her erect nipple, from being able to feel it between his lips without losing the pressure of his cock between her legs.

She could barely hear his words for the rasp of his breath coming in gasps between each thrust of him against her. ‘Jesus, Ellie, I need to be inside you. Let’s go to bed.’

‘I can’t wait that long.’ She backed her pelvis away from him and the towel dropped. He groaned at the loss of her. The sensual attack of his senses was so unexpected that he’d come to arousal fast. After two minutes of holding her against him and sensing a need in her at least as great as his own, he was already feeling the sensation of being close to coming. He knew Ellie’s body and her orgasm wasn’t far from fulfilment either. Another minute and they would both have come, and Matt was still fully clothed and dry-humping her like a teenager. He was like a horny schoolboy and this was something that hadn’t happened since the early days of their courtship when they’d tortured each other with long sessions of heavy petting weeks before they made love. Her hands clutched at his belt, her fingers clumsy getting it undone in her need to release his erection. Within seconds his pants were around his ankles and his cock sprung free. A blast of heat caused by the friction they’d generated rose from between his legs and the smell of him, mixed with his soap, made her salivate with the need to taste him.

She dropped to her knees and without the usual nuzzling and foreplay she took the length of him into her mouth. He groaned, pushing his head against the support of the door and jerking his pelvis forward. The pleasure coursed from his groin to his brain and a feeling of sensational dizziness made his head spin. His balls contracted and he pulled himself from her before she’d finished her third voyage down his stiffness.

‘No, Ellie, I want to be inside you. I want to make love to you.’

She tried to take him back into her mouth but he put his arms under hers and lifted her from the floor. He kissed her once before she grabbed his hand and headed with him for the stairs. It took all of his concentration not to trip over his jeans and pants that were still bunched around his ankles. It was easy for Ellie to swivel him round and push him onto the stairs before he was aware of what was happening to him.

He was winded, the treads of the stairs dug into his back, but Ellie was standing above him with lust in her eyes and a scent that told Matt what she wanted. Her lower lips glistened. His cock jerked as they rived his clothes from him. He never grew tired of the sight of Ellie’s naked body. Lowering one hand to guide him into her she dropped onto him with a hard thrust. Her juices had been flowing since the first kiss. She drove him into her easily but with a force that made him gasp as his foreskin took a second to catch up with the rest of him.

Ellie tensed her pelvic muscles and he felt himself being squeezed by the rippled walls of her pussy. She arched her back and rode him with more aggression and force than ever before. His back pounded onto the stairs. He made a bridge of his body, thrusting his pubic bone on to Ellie’s and feeling the extra half-inch of penetration that made her scream out in pleasure. Her juices squelched with the forward motion, an indication that Matt was stimulating her G-spot. She’d always been embarrassed when this had happened before. Twice since they’d been together, she’d been on the point of having a G-spot orgasm but as soon as the fluid was produced, and some of it was released, she’d stopped him. Both times he’d been drenched, and knew that another couple of thrusts and he’d have had the full blast of female ejaculate as she’d squirted. Both times Ellie held back and wouldn’t allow it, scared of the animal instincts of her body. She’d altered their position, calmed it down, and they’d gone on to finish making love—but he’d felt cheated of something more. What would happen if she hadn’t stopped him was the fodder of his fantasies when he was alone.

This time she didn’t stop. She ground herself on him hard.

She was moving faster and harder with every thrust. ‘Fuck me, Matt, fuck me. I’m going to squirt all over you.’

Matt felt his passion waning as the unfamiliar words came from Ellie’s mouth. ‘Fuck me, you horny bastard. Harder, harder, come on; make me scream your name.’ Sweat was pouring from her body and her breathing was ragged and rasping. ‘I’m alive and I’m well, Matt, and I’m going to be the best sex you’ve ever had. Make me squirt for you.’

He felt the last of his erection dwindling inside her, ‘Ellie, Ellie, stop a minute, love.’ She looked at him, her eyes clouded with confusion.

‘What’s the matter, Matt? Don’t you want me anymore?’

‘Ellie, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted you. The way you just proved you still need me drove me crazy. You are the best lover I’ve ever had, you know you are, but that’s not because of your sexual prowess, not because of how hard and fast you can ride me, or how dirty you can talk. It’s because of the way we feel about each other. It’s because I love you. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you the way we always have. Sometimes I like it rougher than normal, that’s fun, that’s keeping sex alive. But darling, you don’t have to prove to me that you’re still the best even though you’re ill because, even when lovemaking is difficult for us, you’ll still be the best, more than that, you’ll be the only.’

He wiped tears from her cheeks and carried her upstairs. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he laid her on the top of the bed. As she watched him, he took off the last of his clothes and lay beside her. Keeping eye contact for as long as possible, he stroked her, trying to restore the mood and bring her back to arousal. Her tiny, naked body was lost on the quilt. He dropped his eyes to her neat triangle of soft downy hair. Matt kissed her inner thighs at the top of her legs and she parted them for him. He kissed her slowly, teasing her back to the excitement that’d been broken. He didn’t stay there. It was so sweet that soon he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from losing his restraint and devouring between her legs until she writhed in ecstasy.  He needed to regain a feeling of sensual lovemaking rather than rampant sex.

He came back to the head of the bed and saw that tears were still rolling down Ellie’s cheeks, though her mouth was open and her breathing was hard and excited. He kissed each of the tears away, tasting this second of Ellie’s fluids on his tongue, tasting her love. He kissed her parted mouth. She was immobile, the breath escaping through her lips. He enjoyed the feel of his mouth on hers until he couldn’t hold back. She responded, raising her hand to stroke his face and moulding her lips to his. Her skin was soft and her mouth so pliable that Matt felt a new, protective love for her. A murmur of want escaped her lips, the sound amplifying in his mouth. His hand brushed across her small breast. The nipple was hard and budded as it scraped over his palm. She gasped and he cupped it, kneading slowly. It was more than he could stand.  His kiss was demanding and this time Ellie took her lead from him. They kissed for a long time.

Matt’s erection rubbed against Ellie’s outer leg and he ached with the need to feel himself expanding inside her again. She tried to resist when he pulled her on top of him. She was embarrassed about earlier and wanted him to take the lead.

‘You, please, Ellie. I want to look at you and that’s the best view.’ He smiled at her and Ellie smiled back. Her eyes were still wet and shining but the tears, now stationary on her cheeks, no longer brimmed over her lids.

This time they made love with long, languid movements, easing each other back when one of them got close. Ellie waited for Matt to be ready. Normally she took her orgasms as they came, multiple explosions to each one of his, but this time, one was all she needed. She leaned forward and brushed her nipple across his lip until he took it into his mouth. Her movements were shorter, tiny intense motions, relying on internal muscle contraction. When they came, the force of their love and mutual timing gave them an orgasm that neither one would ever forget.

Ellie sat up and a last tear fell from her eye to mingle with the perspiration on Matt’s chest. She smiled at him and her grey eyes shimmered with tears that moisturised her eyes and made them glisten. Matt saw a beauty that was something new, something more than the natural beauty that nature had blessed her with. He loved her. Ellie was five foot six, with soft, natural blonde hair cut into a short bob. She was slender, with small breasts. His girlfriend was the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen.

Afterwards, Ellie lay in the crook of his arm and when she fell asleep within seconds he didn’t have the heart to disturb her. What was a cramped arm compared to what Ellie was going through? He watched her sleeping for a long time.

She never saw him crying long into the night.