A Night in Jubilation

A Night in Jubilation
She had secretly lusted for him. Tonight she finds the fireworks in her bedroom. M/F. Oral. PWP.

Author's Note: Reviews are much appreciated! ;D


It was in the early hours of the morning when he came to me. The mansion was dead silent, and all the halls and rooms were dark. But he is familiar with slinking in the darkness, creeping through halls and bedrooms without rousing a soul.

He slides into my room soundlessly, and I watch him as he shrugs his coat on the floor. The moonlight glaring into my singular window casts strange shadows across his handsome, smirking face. Slowly, like a prowling tiger, he approaches my bed, stepping out of his shoes as he came.

Out of instinct I held tight to my bed sheets. I was eager and almost childishly giddy at his presence in my room, though I tried desperately not to show it. He laid his hands on my own, tenderly caressing my fingers away from the sheets as he sat down on the edge of the bed. As I relaxed his touch began to journey over the length of my arm and up to my shoulder. He was looking at me with those hot, smoldering eyes with a lust that I secretly craved from him.

For a moment I wondered how this came to be possible. How could this debonair prince charming be wooing me? Of all the girls wandering the halls of the school … Oops, he bumps into me one day, and here we are!

His fingers are now gently tracing my jaw line until he is cupping my chin. We are staring into each others eyes, a romantic link into each others world without words. I find myself yearning for him to dip his head down and take my lips into a burning kiss. Instead, he tilts his head to one side, his expression serious.

“You want this—?” he began to ask. And what a ridiculous question!

“Of course I do!” I replied quickly and firmly.

Then that alluring smile spreads across his face, and he finally kisses me. It was a slow, tender kiss at first. Then it grew in passion. His hand left my face and was now sliding down my thin neck. Then a disturbing thought struck me. How many people has he killed with these hands? The distant look in my eye must have been palpable as his hand rested on my collarbone and his face contorted with curiosity.

“Is something the matter?” he asked, his accent sounding erotic.

A fine time for a dark thought to penetrate my desire for him!

So I ran my fingers through his dark locks and shook my head.

Satisfied with my response I feel his hand continue to move over me. He stops at my pert breasts and fondles my erect nipple through my cotton gown. I felt a familiar hot bubbling between my legs. How good it felt to have his hands on me!

Then his hand slides further down until he reaches the hem of my gown. Slowly he pulls the fabric up, exposing my striped panties. He pauses for a moment to lean down and brush his lips over the skin of my pelvis. Then he continues to lift my gown over my navel… over my breasts… then over my head.

He kisses and cups my breast immediately. The feel of his lips on my bare skin is almost too much. I find myself breathing heavily and moaning lowly already. He takes my nipple into his mouth, lapping at it and gently raking his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

As his lips take care of my chest his hand roguishly snakes down my body. His index finger dips into my navel before carrying on to its desired destination. He lets his hand sit at the edge of my panties, a delicious torture for a few short seconds before they descend to my womanhood.

I’m wriggling underneath him now as he plunges a solitary finger into my slick pussy. Then, his finger wet with my arousal, he removes it from my hot cavern and finds that sweet spot. Softly he strokes my erect clitoris, the contact sending a ripple of tremors through my body. Then his middle finger, adjoined this time with his index, delved back into my pussy.

Everything that he was doing to me felt so amazing, but I should expect that from such a seasoned ladies man.

Don’t think of that now! I tell myself. Don’t think about how charming he is to every girl. And how many women have stories to share about his early morning romps like this one? No! I mustn’t think of such things! They don’t matter.

He slips my panties off and tosses them aside after prying himself away from my breasts. Then he crawls down toward the foot of the bed and settles himself between my legs. He is staring down at my exposed flesh and licking his lips with a dirty expression on his face. At the moment, I am feeling rather vulnerable and am embarrassed by it, and I find myself blushing at his gaze. He glances up at me and winks.

“You’re a belle,” he said simply, then ducked down to plant small kisses along my inner thigh. Suddenly his tongue ran over my glistening folds, and his stubble sweeping against my skin tickled. I shivered when he grazed my clit with the tip of his tongue.

No one had ever done something like this to me before. I had always wondered what it felt like to have someone bury their face into my cunt, to swirl their tongue around my clit and literally drink my arousal. The guys from my past were more concerned with their tool being pleased than tasting me. And I am uncertain about having physical relationships with other girls.

I exhaled a deep moan as he fucked me with his tongue. And his fingers had returned to my excited little clit, stroking it slowly. My desire was rising and nearly ready to bubble over, but before I found relief in release he abandoned his oral ministrations.

The loss of his hot mouth on my pussy disappointed me. I huffed in frustration and pouted at him, but he merely smiled at me and shook his head, his long brown hair falling into his eyes.

“Patience,” he whispered as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Oh, those tight muscles! I reached out craving to run my hands over his rippling stomach and firm pectorals.

He lay on his back beside me, and I watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs. He held his erection in his hand and stroked it idly.

Of course, I had done this before with other guys, but none were as experienced at sex as he is, and I was afraid that he may find my oral pleasures inadequate. But I didn’t want to say that to him, nor did I want to keep him waiting. I leaned over, took his hard cock into my hands and ran my tongue over the length. His moan was like a luscious whisper. I must be doing something right!

I cup his right testicle and gently message his sack as I take his cock into my mouth. At first, I am bobbing my head on a few inches of inches of his shaft, but after a while I find my mouth relaxing around his girth and I take him in deeper.

Then he begins to buck his hips cautiously. His cock-head is hitting the back of my throat now. My gag reflex is beginning to be exercised. I feel my pussy pulse with renewed excitement. Soon, he is fucking my face vigorously and grunting sinfully. I’m deep-throating him like a wanton streetwalker.

His body tightens. Fuck! He’s going to cum! But he pulls me away from his cock before I could taste his climax. Quickly, he covers my lips with his own, his tongue slipping inside and rolling the tip along the roof of my mouth. The need in his kiss bruised my lips.

Then he withdrew, laying me on my back, and took his manhood into his hand, guiding it to my hot and impatient pussy. He ran the head up and down my folds, and each time he hit my clit I would softly shake. He positioned his cock at my entrance and penetrated me slowly.

The feeling of his cock filling my tight pussy was almost unbearable. He had to muffle my moans with his ardent to keep me from being so loud. I thrust my hips to meet him, needing him to be deeper inside me. He took the hint.

Soon my legs were thrown over his shoulders, and he was bent down low over me still exploiting my mouth. The position was deliciously awkward. As he pounded into me, I felt that he was fucking me deeper than before. He was hitting that special spot that made my loins swelter with a flood of feminine nectar. Yes, I was going to cum soon.

“Oh, yes!” I demanded against his lips. “Fuck me harder!”

Deeper and faster he pumped his cock into me. His sweat was smearing all over my body, drenching me in his manly smell. I could tell that he was drawing close, too, as his movements were becoming more wild and desperate. And when he took that last deep plunge I tore my lips away from his and cried into the silent night as if he were some heavenly demigod.

Stars seemed to have burst before my eyes. Flares of red and pink rained down behind my eyelids as I felt his warm seed spill into my womb.

It must have been several minutes of basking in the residual afterglow that I finally opened my eyes to see him grinning at me.

“You almost got me with those fireworks of yours, chere,” he murmured amusedly.

“Sorry, Big G,” I blushed.

And with one final kiss to seal the night's events Gambit sneaked out of my room just before the dawn arose.