Coding Love

 It  seemed he was always standing over her, watching her do 

her programming.  A brilliant computer scientist she wasn't, but at 

least she seemed to like computers.  The biggest problem with hanging 

out with her was that she was always coming to him for help, even 

from the beginning, when she was studying Karel the Robot.  And that 

stuff was so easy.  At least they had a common frame of reference.  

And he got to spend time with her, which, in the long run, made it 

all worth it..  He loved to spend time with her.

 He'd never gone too far with her, for fear of damaging their 

friendship, but some of the most passionate kisses, and the most 

intense responses he'd ever received had come from this woman.  

Tonight was destined to be a wild time.  He could just feel it.  It 

was a very animal feeling, and he had been growling in anticipation 

all day.  That was one interesting thing about this fiery girl; she 

brought out the animal in him.

 All these thoughts, his reverie, was broken; he'd been 

stroking her firm shoulders, and she, her concentration broken, had 

leaned her head back against his stomach.  He transferred his 

stroking fingers from her shoulders onto her neck.  Her neck was so 

soft, the skin milky white, and, around her hairline, layered with 

short, soft, brown hair.  "Kissable," he thought, and then he knelt 

at her side, and did.

 As his lips touched her neck, just below her ear, a soft moan 

escaped her lips.  It was just what he wanted to hear.  He loved and 

listened for that sound, and tonight it was long and drawn out.  

Instead of her usual quiet pleasure, she turned her head quickly to 

face him.  Shock flashed across his face as her lips sought his for a 

hungry kiss.

 As lips touched, he put his arms around her, and pulled her 

close to him, almost pulling her off of her chair.  The kiss 

intensified and her moans intermingled with his.  She took a drastic 

step.  She climbed down, off of her seat, tightening her grip on his 

shoulders, and pulled him closer to herself.  His heart was pounding 

in his chest, but he didn't hear it.  All his concentration was being 

focused on her.  Her lips on his, the feel of her back against his 

hands, the smell of her, the taste of her mouth.

 A wave of purest passion washed over him, as, much to his 

wonderment, she pushed him to the floor, flat on his back.  Her lips 

found their way back to his, and smothered him again.  His hands 

wandered down her body, from the small of her back to her legs, 

covered by silky stockings and a modest skirt, now pulled up in a far 

less-than-modest way, baring her lacy panties.  His hands idled 

leisurely, caressing her waist, her thighs.  Her kisses ceased 

abruptly, but only to expose her neck and newly exposed chest to his 

kisses.

 She had quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and now it hung open, 

exposing her breasts to his eager mouth.  His lips quickly surrounded 

one nipple, gently nibbling, kissing, holding it between his tongue 

and upper teeth,  suckling.  She moaned louder, and ground herself 

harder against his midsection. The motion aroused him further, even 

though he thought himself near his peak.

 Eagerness filled him with great strength, and he rolled her 

over onto her back with a single fluid motion.  He peeled off his own 

shirt, and pressing down onto her, wedged himself between her 

now-spread legs.  Their partially clothed bodies writhed together in 

pleasure, and he, pressing down onto her, pushed his lips over hers.  

He was unable to use his hands, as they were holding him up, but she 

had no such encumbrance.  She allowed her hands to wander down his 

chest, to his stomach, and down to his pants, where she briefly 

struggled with the buttons on his jeans.  Soon his fly was open, and 

her hand snaked into the opening.

 When she touched him, the state of his arousal startled them 

both. She could fairly feel him twitching underneath her hand.  As he 

continued to smother her chest in kisses and occasional nibbles, she 

worked her hand underneath the thin layer of his underwear.  When her 

flesh met his, he started, and nearly cried out.  A fire had shot 

through his body the likes he'd never felt before.  He knew he had to 

do something, or risk losing control too soon.

 He extricated himself from her caress, and moved slowly down 

her body, to place himself, on his elbows, between her legs.  He took 

hold of her panties, and pulled them slowly down, as she lifted 

herself off the floor to assist him.  With them out of the way, he 

spread her legs wider apart, and pushed his face closer to her 

awaiting womanhood.  He inhaled, and savored the scent of her 

arousal.  It quickened his already booming pulse, and brought forth 

more of the animal in him.  He growled, and lowered his lips to her.  

After a preparatory kiss, his tongue slid out of his mouth, and into 

her, tasting her, and eliciting a loud moan from her.  She put her 

hands on his head and pushed him against her.  His tongue slid 

further into her, and she called out yet again. 

 Hearing her cries of ecstasy, he continued to work his tongue 

over her most sensitive parts.  Her soft moans and cries only made 

him happier and lustier.  He moved faster and ran his tongue over 

those places he knew would drive her crazy.  It was all he could do 

to keep his mouth upon her, with her bucking so wildly.  He knew what 

she wanted, and he wanted it too.  Nothing made him feel nearly so 

good as pleasing his partner, and for it to taste so good as well was 

a double treat.

 He knew her moment had arrived, for the first time that 

night, when he plunged his tongue into her again, and felt the first 

quiverings of orgasm.  He kept his tongue inside her when he felt her 

insides clutching at him, and rode the spasms out, savoring every 

drop of the sweet juice that was pouring from her.  She was just shy 

of screaming, as she pressed his face further into her, and he kept 

up a constant movement of his tongue on her clitoris.  She shuddered 

finally, and lay back, quivering slightly.  He leaned up on his 

elbows, and smiled a sated, some would say smug smile.  Nothing got 

him hotter than making a woman come.

 There were looks in both of their eyes that said no matter 

how good that was, there was a whole lot more to come.  Even panting, 

she looked like she was ready for more.  And he certainly was as 

well.  He reached down and pulled off his pants and underwear in one 

motion, finally releasing his restrained manhood.  He looked up at 

her face again, and smiling a similar smile, moved slowly up her 

body.  She smiled up at him as his face lowered to hers, and their 

lips met.  The kiss was long and passionate, and it did nothing but 

fan his lust.  He felt her hand slide down, between their bodies, and 

touch him.  He had to fight for control again, but the urgency 

subsided enough to keep him from spontaneously combusting.

 But not for long.  She wasn't touching him just to touch.  

She was guiding him towards her waiting cleft  Apparently she wanted 

him inside her as much as he wanted to be there.  He moved his hips 

to accommodate her, and felt her place the head of his cock at the 

very entrance to the nirvana he sought.  With a great deal of 

willpower, he slowly, very slowly, entered her.  She gasped, her arms 

and legs encircling him, trying to pull him into her faster.  But he 

had other ideas.  Once he was barely inside of her, about an inch or 

so, he stopped, and looked down at her blissful but hungry face. 

 "Do you want it?" he asked her in a husky voice, betraying 

some of his own desire.

 "Oh, God, yes," she panted.

 "Tell me," he commanded.

 "Oh, fuck me.  Fuck me hard!" she cried out.

 Just at that moment, he drove into her, pushing with all the 

force he could muster, sinking down into her, and eliciting a cry 

from her.  He knew he was going to have to take it slow, but that 

didn't bother him too much.  Slow and steady may not win races, but 

it made for some of the best lovemaking.  He began to move out of 

her, slowly lifting himself as he did so.  After a few gentle 

strokes, he remained inside of her, and just rocked, so that the 

motion moved him inside of her, but he never really left.  Just light 

rocks back and forth, and he could still feel the insides of her 

clutching to him.  "Still recovering," he thought, and levered 

himself up onto his palms, and pulled slowly out of her, stopping 

less than an inch from leaving her.  He then pushed into her again, 

this time eliciting less of a scream and more of a moan of lusty 

pleasure.  He then set up a rhythm of steady strokes, moving deeper 

into her, and leaning down again to kiss her.  She wrapped her legs 

around him again, and pulled him tighter into her.  His pace 

increased, and he pushed into her as fast and as deep as he could.  

She frantically kissed him, and alternately called out, heightening 

his arousal.  He could feel the impending eruption, and moved faster 

and faster.  He could tell there was no turning back now.  He pulled 

away from her face to get as much leverage as he could and he slammed 

into her again and again, each time drawing a moan or a cry from her.  

He could feel her starting to tighten around him again, and that was 

all he could take.

 As he slammed into her one last time, the orgasm took him and 

shook him.  He called out, the first time he had all night.  The come 

gushed out, nearly filling her.  It felt like he came and came.  It 

felt like gallons.  Of course he knew it wasn't but such a release 

was a powerful thing.  He collapsed against her.  She sought out his 

lips with her own and kissed him passionately.  He just lay 

there,kissing her, feeling himself slowly losing his rigidity, and 

reveling in the feeling of being inside of her.

 He opened his eyes to see her looking at him.  The hunger 

that had been in those eyes was still there, burning bright.  He 

smiled, rolled away from her, onto his back and beside her.  She 

rolled onto her side next to him, and, resting her head on his chest, 

stroked his chest and stomach.  He looked down at her, laying next to 

him, and sighed with great contentment.  But it seemed she was far 

from content.  Her hand had, in fact, begun to move down, past his 

waist, and now was touching his semi-hard cock.  She played with it 

as though it were her toy.  Even with the exertions of the last 

half-hour, he found himself beginning to rise to the occasion.  But 

it seemed she had her own ideas about what should happen next, for 

she rose from beside him, and moved to kneel next to his hip.

 He could hardly believe it when she leaned down and took his 

now hard dick into her mouth.  The sensation was wonderful.  He'd 

never experienced the like before, and it was certainly up on his 

list of truly pleasurable things.  She lolled her tongue over his 

manhood, and bathed his balls with long licks.  Then her mouth 

surrounded the end of his shaft, slowly sliding down.  She began to 

pump him in and out, her fingers digging into his thigh.  He moaned, 

his hands clutching at the open air, and his nails nearly gouging 

scratch marks in the floor.  She came up for a breath, and gasped "Oh 

God, you taste so good."  before dipping her head down again to take 

his entire length in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she 

pulled upward, the combined sucking and licking bringing out a loud, 

low groan.  The sensations were preparing to overtake him, and force 

an early end to the fun, so he motioned her to stop.  With some 

playful resistance, he pushed her onto her back, and positioned 

himself with his face mere inches from her, between her thighs.  He 

loved this view, and the he knew that after the intensity of their 

lovemaking, the orgasm he would give her would be immense.

 He leaned down, and kissed at the tender flesh, all red and 

exposed from the rough treatment he had dealt out earlier.  His lips 

were gentle yet insistent, and his tongue dextrous and untiring.  

Soon she was moaning again, and he could hardly wait for her to get 

off again.  He refrained from pushing his tongue into her, but paid 

close attention to her clit.  That was a little toy he loved.  He 

would take it between tongue and teeth, and suckle at it, as though 

he were a baby, at it's mother's breast.  He could just lay and 

suckle like that for hours, and often wished he really could.  It 

seemed to have the desired effect upon her, because her moans 

intensified, and she began to buck her hips into his face.  He held 

onto her, and forced his mouth over her clit, and lapped at it.  She 

cried out, and, spasming, stopped bucking.  He could see the effect 

the orgasm was having on her.  She was awash in pure pleasure, as 

wave after wave of sensation and release washed over her.  It was a 

blissful sight.

 He gave her a few minutes to ride out the effects of this 

most recent of orgasms.  She was just beginning to get back to 

breathing regularly when he patted her lovingly on the thigh.

 "Roll over, baby," he said, "Kneel in front of me."

 She moved in front of him, facing away, and raised her sweet 

ass up off the ground.  When she was kneeling, he moved in close 

behind her, and, pushing her gently forward, moved his hips right up 

to touch her.  He felt her hand move in to touch him from underneath 

her, as she leaned down.  He felt her stroking him, and moving him 

closer to her.  When she had placed him against her opening, she 

leaned full force onto her arms, and, looking over her shoulder at 

him, smiled. 

 He reached down, and took hold of her waist, and gently 

pushed himself into her.  The sensation, as usual, was wonderful.  

The position lent a different, exotic feel to her, and he reveled in 

it as he moved slowly in and out of her, pulling her onto him by her 

waist.  As she became accustomed to him again, he started to move 

quicker.  His strokes were deeper, and he felt himself slam into her 

again and again.  He could hear her breathing heavily, and feel her 

clamping down on him.  He knew it was going to be a while before he 

was ready, and kept up a quick stroking pattern.  She was still 

riding the effects of her most recent orgasm, and as such, was much 

closer than he. 

 He felt himself getting closer, aided by the action of her 

muscles, working around his cock.  He quickened his pace, feeling the 

flesh of her ass slamming against his pelvis, and took a better hold 

on her waist.  Between his pulling, and her rocking back against him, 

there was no way he could hold out.  He felt the pressure build, 

build to it's breaking point, and then the release.  He pushed deep 

into her, holding her against him, feeling himself being drained into 

her.  He wasn't the only one enjoying it, as she leaned back harder, 

and attempted to pull more and more come from him. 

 He knelt there for a long thirty seconds before he moved 

further.  Then it was to pull out from her, and collapse next to her.  

She rocked back on her haunches and looked at him, laying there, 

wasted and exhausted.  She lay down next to him, and, resting her 

head on his chest, listened to his heartbeat as his pulse returned to 

normal, and his breathing resumed it's normal pace.  They lay like 

that for a long time, just content to be in one another's company, 

and not have anywhere to be other than right there, in each others 

arms.