Chapter 3 - Landing On Her Feet: Chapter 3

                                   Landing On Your Feet

                                          by Volpone

                                         Chapter Three

           She set her glass on the table, and took his hand as she came to her feet.
          He led her to a clear area of floor and she flowed into his arms.
          She placed both arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and tried to find out just how
much skin she could press against his.
          He danced smoothly, naturally, and held her as close as she wanted to be. As the
lyrics of the song began, she put her head on his shoulder, and for a moment forgot about
the world.
          They danced silently for a minute, moving sensuously in time to the rhythm. Then he
bent his head down, and she felt his lips kiss her neck.
          Selina purred, then raised her head and looked through lowered lashes at him.
          Again, the kiss was gentle, lingering. Then Selina moaned and opened her lips, and
he turned the kiss passionate, sliding his tongue against hers.
          As she pressed herself tighter to him, he slid one hand into her hair, cupped the back
of her head, and the kiss gained in strength. Selina's nipples twanged and her areolae
crinkled, and she had to resist the urge to claw at his back.
          The perceived threat of earlier already had her adrenaline flowing, so her excitement
took off like a rocket. She could feel his stiffness through the lightweight material of his
pants, and knew he was as excited as she was. Her pulse quickened even more.
          She stopped thinking and concentrated on kissing. Kissing Quinn was not something
to be taken lightly.
          But then, neither was kissing Selina.
          After a few more moments, he broke the kiss and led her by the hand into the
bedroom. Her knees felt as if they would barely support her, but she held on because didn't
want to miss any of this.
          He seated her on the edge of the bed, and knelt on the floor between her feet.
Her nipples poked through the smoothness of the cloth covering them, and he ran his
hands sensuously down her sides to rest them on her shapely hips, and leaned in to kiss her
again.
          Her hands came up to hold him closer, and she slid forward to the very edge of the
bed, mashing her magnificent breasts to him and spreading her legs wide so she could press
all of her against him. Her hips started moving against him suggestively, and the high slit in
her dress let the material slide aside. God, but he felt good!
          Their tongues danced against one another for several minutes, until impatience finally
got the better of her. Without breaking the kiss, she tilted her body to the side just enough to
get one hand on the front of his silk shirt and begin unbuttoning.
          He took the opportunity to slide the straps from her shoulders and peel the dark fabric
of her dress down to her waist. He forced himself to break the kiss long enough to get a very
good look, and she was everything he had imagined and more. She held still and looked
back at him.
          She would have been perfect as a Boris model. Both Urbino and Siena (two
painters who were friends of his) would want her to pose for them as well, if she could be
persuaded. Black hair, beautiful face, green eyes that held a naturally mischievous twinkle,
and wonderfully sensuous lips. Her breasts were perfection... round, firm, but not too big,
and with as little sag as real breasts could have in her impressive proportions. They were
crowned with equally perfect and very erect nipples. Her waist was slender, her hips curving
sensuously into long, shapely, athletic legs. Overall, she was absolutely stunning. She could
have made a fabulous living off her looks, had she so desired.
          "Muy bonita, indeed," he said softly, smiling hugely. His voice conveyed a much
greater compliment than his simple words.
          She loved his voice, and purred in response, "Why, thank you," as if unaccustomed to
such compliments. She had heard them before, but from Quinn they seemed to mean much
more.
          There were so many things she loved about him... his humor, his gentleness, his
strength. His sensuality. The way he looked, especially right now, half-naked and expectant.
In fact, she loved just about everything about him.
          The feeling was very mutual.
          She laughed, and stripped away his shirt. The cat was now in heat, and reached for
his pants, deftly opened them with skillful fingers. When she did, Selina got her second
surprise of the evening, and she wrapped her hand around the "surprise" that jutted stiffly out
of his zipper. If she hadn't been so wet, she might have been slightly daunted. As his pants
dropped down to his knees, she gave him several long, loving strokes, deciding that life was
pretty damned good.
          She had a strong desire to lean down and slide his cock into her mouth, to return 
some of the pleasure she felt, and to see if she could actually take all of him. It would be 
a challenge. But though she had plenty of experience in the past (having been a "pro" for 
several years), fellatio was just a little submissive this early in a relationship for someone as 
strong-willed as she was. It was bad for her "persona".
          His hands found her wonderful breasts, and his fingers pinched and squeezed, making
Selina purr again as she pressed her chest more firmly into his fingers. She hadn't known
her breasts could feel so sensitive, so welcoming to his slightly rough treatment. Her nipples
were so hard they ached.
          Sliding forward to the edge of the bed again, wrapping her legs around him and
arching her back, she managed to press the slick lips of her vagina against the shaft of his
cock, and with just a little wriggle, she parted the lips so that the vein running up the front of
him slid smoothly up her slit, bringing them even greater pleasure. Rocking her pelvis, his
firmness slid up and down, and his purr joined hers.
          After a minute or two of frottage, she finally broke from him, stood and stepped out of
her dress completely. Her intention was to get him out of his own clothes as fast as possible,
because she wanted him... now.
          She stood before him in her glory, dress forgotten at her feet, ready to pull him down
on the bed.
          But Quinn had other ideas.
          Still on his knees, he slid his hands between her thighs and forced them apart, then
slid his hands up so he could hold her by her firm buttocks. As his fingers indented her solid
flesh, he eased her back onto the bed, leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lower pair of
lips.
          Oh, god!, she thought. Her excitement had been high before, but as he slid his tongue
around her small pink clitoris, she shuddered and twitched, and after a few minutes of this
she soared, then thrashed as a huge orgasm overcame her. When she came, Quinn
chuckled in triumph. He had a weak spot for women who were ejaculators. He continued
delicately tonguing her wondrous flower on through a second and even greater climax. She
reclined there, twitching and moaning, her hands crushing her breasts more cruelly than he
had dared.
          As she came back down, he let her sag back onto the bed, and she found his stiff
penis and pulled at it.
          She let him roll her over until she was kneeling on all fours facing away from the edge
of the bed. Quinn knelt behind her, took her by the hips, placed the crown of his cock at the
opening of her well-lubricated pussy, and then moaned as he slid in to the hilt in one long
even push. God, she was magnificent... hot, slick, well-muscled, and uninhibited. As he
began a slow, even rhythm, Selina rocked back and forth, matching his strokes, and in
seconds she flashed into climax again. Then, after a few more moments, again. She was
used to being fairly easily orgasmic, but this was amazing even for her!
          Quinn leaned forward and grasped one of her breasts in each hand and squeezed,
kneading her marvelous globes. He groped her chest, using them to pull them closer
together. When his strong fingers found her hard nipples and clamped down, Selina lost
control. Her breasts had always enjoyed rather rough treatment, and Quinn managed to walk
that fine line very well.
          She dug her fingernails into the sheets and cried out as an entire team of orgasms
washed over her. She drove herself back, impaling herself on his hard shaft again and again,
until she heard him begin to moan out, and some part of her realized he was almost there.
Then he cried out and mashed her breasts painfully, then gasped as he stroked his load
deep into her clenching pussy.
          As he did, Selina cried out with him as her body climaxed again and gave way to a
series of massive convulsions.
          After what seemed an eternity, but was in actuality only thirty seconds or so, she
slowly collapsed forward and pulled Quinn with her. Careful not to lose contact with each
other, they just lay as they were for a few moments, catching their breath.
          Then without speaking, she folded her knees back and signaled that she wished to roll
to one side. Still fully connected, they rolled left until she was laying atop Quinn, her back to
him.
          He kissed her on the collarbone, wrapping his arms around her ribs to keep them
close, and then crossed his forearms so that he could again fill each hand with one of her
firm globes. She hugged his arms more tightly around her, loving the feel of his strong hands
on her chest. She had caught her breath again, so wiggled her sexy backside against him
and decided to see if he was ready for more.
          They purred in unison.
          Having finally found her voice, Selina said over her shoulder, "Stay right there."
          Still facing away from him, she rose to her haunches without pulling his semi-hard cock
out of her, purred and began rotating her hips lasciviously.
          He gazed up at her appreciatively as she stretched like a cat, and the muscles of her
vagina began to stroke his cock back to life. She arched her back slightly, put her hands and
wrists under her hair at the neck and raised them up, lifting the black mass of hair and letting
it cascade sensuously back as she swiveled her pelvis and gave a pleasured smile. It was
one of the most sensual, sexy things he had ever seen, and it was no more than a few
moments before he had swollen back to his full size, as she blatantly reveled in the
sensation.
          With him firmly embedded inside her, Selina demonstrated how being a top-class
gymnast had its advantages other than when "on the job." By stages, she proceeded to turn
around until she was facing him, all without sliding more than an inch of his length out of her.
He decided it was a unique and extremely pleasurable experience.
          She smiled down at him through half-closed eyelids, looking more sexy than he had
ever imagined. Then she closed her eyes, tilted back her head and concentrated on one
thing... their mutual pleasure. Her manicured nails trailed lightly down his ribs and stomach,
leaving small trails of goose bumps as they went.
          As he gazed at her, he committed how she looked at this very moment to memory...
like some goddess of sensuality and beauty.
          He simply let her go for about five minutes while her very talented cunt performed its
magic on his hard prick, both of them in a transport of sensual bliss. He controlled himself to
stay just short of orgasm, while she managed to climax at least three times before he
changed the game.
          Suddenly, his passivity vanished. Her eyes came open in surprise as he began to lift
her up off the mattress by driving up into her. Then her eyes closed again as Selina was
inundated by a long, rising series of climaxes, each more intense than the last.
          It was then that he decided to "cheat" a little.
          He had done this earlier to a lesser degree when he kissed her hand. You could call it
mind-over-matter, or "direct neural induction", or psychic, or even magic... it really didn't
matter. The results were real.
          His eyes closed as his mind raced along neural connections until it somehow bridged
the gap separating her nervous system from his, and traced its intricate path along her neural
pathways until he was led to the point in her brain where pleasure was perceived. It was
easy to find with all the impulses normally going there.
          Now, he needed a bit of misdirection.
          Just before his mind triggered the extra jolt of pleasure to her brain, his fingers came
up and clamped down on her stiff nipples... hard.
          Selina gasped, then bounced and twitched as fireworks went off in her head... and her
in breasts, and between her thighs. It was, as of that moment, by far her greatest orgasm of
all time. She cried out her pleasure again and again as he kept driving himself deeply into
her.
          One of Quinn's favorite things was to ride with a woman inside her mind as she
orgasmed, ever since he had discovered that female orgasms were actually stronger and
more pleasurable than their male counterpart. Experiencing things from a female perspective
was one of the things that made him such an extraordinary lover. Although being able to trip
a woman's trigger at will didn't hurt.
          Of course, he couldn't experience her climax without his body responding in kind, and
he shot his load into her amazing pussy in perfect time with her contractions, plunging deep
and groaning out his pleasure.
          After all of their mutual contractions and pangs had passed, he reached up and pulled
her down on top of him. She swung her knees out to the sides without letting him slide out of
her, and slowly collapsed forward onto him, her magnificent breasts mashed between them,
her chin nestled into the curve of his neck, and her breathing slowed back towards normal.
          Several minutes passed wordlessly as she just held onto him, while he hugged her
and stroked her hair.
          Finally, she managed to find her voice and looked at Quinn.
          "By the way, what the hell was that? It couldn't have been sex, because I've had sex
before and that was much too good."
          He smiled at her and kissed her briefly but intensely.
          "You are pretty incredible yourself." He hugged her again to emphasize his words,
then went on. "You are the most incredibly sexy woman. And you feel great." He squeezed
her again.
          Without thinking, she almost said, "I love you", but caught herself in time. Though it
was rapidly becoming true, it would not do to admit it at this point. She had no suspicion that
he felt even more strongly about her.
          He kissed her hair, and smiled. "You'll have to excuse me, but I'm going to be
incredibly smug for the next... oh, two or three years."
          Selina purred and snuggled against him.
          "That's okay. I've been smug for a while now. I guess there's still some room left in
Smugville for you, too."
          "How kind of you."
          "However, as nice as this is, I can't remain here indefinitely. We will eventually need
some food."
          She shifted and slowly eased him out of her sodden and well-satisfied cleft.
          A gentleman to the end, he immediately handed her a very soft, plush towel.
          She smiled and took it from him. "There won't be much nutrition in this."
          He gave her a look that suggested she should use the towel before he used it on her
to fill some orifice or other.
          "Think of it as fiber."
          "You're so good to me." She would have used the towel, but felt oddly self-conscious
now that they were actually done. If only he would go into the other room or something...
          As if on cue, he rolled off the bed and headed for the other room, but not without
collecting a very satisfactory kiss before going.
          "Just one of my duties as a good host... speaking of which, I'll be back in just a
moment."
          As she heard him rustling around in what sounded to be the wet bar, she softly snuck
into the bathroom and cleaned up.
          He returned a couple of minutes later to find her back on the bed, posed as if she had
never left, giving the impression that her seductive position was completely unintentional.
He carried with him tall two glasses of what looked to be chocolate milk.
          As he handed one to her, he explained, "Since our meal was interrupted, we need
something to keep up our energy." He sipped his glass. "This should do it."
          She asked with one raised eyebrow, "Oh, are we going to need more energy?" She
sipped at the concoction and licked her lips. He answered with a smile.
          "We will if I have anything to say in the matter."
          Whatever it was in the glass, it was really very good. It was smooth, cold, refreshing,
somewhat thinner than a milk shake, and it blended chocolate and what seemed to be Irish
cream or something similar. It was sweet and seemed to be very mildly alcoholic as well. It
hit the spot perfectly.
          He sat down on the bed and slid close to her, staying just upright enough to drink.
          She noted, "This is excellent. Old family recipe?"
          "Not unless I qualify as an old family. It has a goodly amount of several disgustingly
healthy things in it, including quite a bit of protein, but I fixed that by adding sugar and
alcohol, too. Better finish it before it hardens. By the way, you're not allergic to any common
industrial solvents, are you?"
          She looked at him as if not sure he was joking or not, the gave a long, suspicious look
into the glass as if to see if anything moved.
          "No, but strychnine tends to give me a rash."
          "Good. We're safe then. I only use that in my ragout." He took her emptied glass with
his own, carrying them each by the lip and holding them out at arm's length as he took them
back to the other room. "I just wish I'd remembered to bring my radiation mitts. Oh, well...
Fingernails I can always grow back."
          While Quinn was rinsing glasses at the bar, she sighed and considered her good
fortune. Funny, intelligent, attractive, attentive, considerate, and a cat lover. A cat lover who
had loved this particular cat better than she'd known possible... several times. She hoped he
was as happy as she was herself. And she very sincerely hoped that it would continue.
          As he returned, she looked at him and said, "You are beautiful. Or are one of those
men who object to the word 'beautiful' and prefer 'stunningly handsome'?"
          He threw back his head and laughed aloud.
          "You didn't tell me you needed glasses."
          He leaned over, put an arm on each side of her as if doing push-ups, and said, "But if I
come across them, I think I'll keep them hidden."
          He kissed her soundly.
          She wrapped both arms around him and moaned as she opened her mouth in
invitation. He was only too happy to oblige.
          Selina quickly decided that kissing Quinn was more intense than sex with most other
men. Quinn decided he had absolutely no reason for complaint, either.
          Some time during the kiss, she was again impressed as his aroused penis began to
brush against her. Less than twenty minutes since their last very mutual orgasm, and he was
stiff as a life sentence. She was soaked and ready once again to party herself, but that was
normal for her.
          He slowly trailed kisses down her neck, across her collar-bone, and headed south until
he reached her perfect, pink nipple.
          He slowly sucked the rosy bud between his lips, flicking his tongue repeatedly across it
while keeping up his suction, then brought a hand up to squeeze her entire breast (or as
much as he could hold) as he kept up his continued attention to the point. His tongue and
lips nipped, pulled, laved, swirled, and sucked as his hand grasped and possessed, bringing
a steady stream of purrs and moans from her. He shifted his focus from one magnificent
breast to the other and back again, licking across the interval, and bringing both hands into
play.
          She twined her fingers into his hair, or trailed long fingernails across his back, or up his
side, and wrapped her thighs around one of his legs and rubbed the mound of her sex
against him.
          He must have spent a good fifteen minutes on each nipple before she decided that
she'd had enough foreplay. God, she'd actually had two small climaxes already! If she was
any more ready, she'd be finished.
          She stretched one arm down and firmly took his hard cock in hand. Guiding him into
position at the entrance to her slippery slit, she then grabbed his muscular ass and pulled him
in, all the way.
          Quinn groaned as he slid full-length into her. He just froze there for a moment as she
held him tight and began another climax, then began his slow, sensual rhythm, in and out.
Each time he withdrew, he actually pulled the head of his cock completely out until the
flaring crown rubbed across her clit, then pushed back in, rubbing against it again on the
return voyage. After a dozen strokes like that, Selina began yet another orgasm. After she
had finished her shuddering, he leaned back, leaving himself deeply imbedded in her
talented pussy, and said, "Here."
          More than willing to oblige him anything he might ask, she helped him as he bent her
leg up and in front of him until her left ankle rested on his left shoulder, then did the same
with the opposite ankle, so her legs crossed at the calf and her feet resting on his shoulders.
This was a new one for her. The result was that this made her cunt clamp more tightly
around his hard prick, and when he began moving again, they both moaned in appreciation.
          Selina rapidly lost all semblance of higher thought (actually her thoughts centered
much lower) as his steady rhythm stoked her fast-approaching orgasm. It arrived in a rush,
and washed over her in waves of pleasure.
          She was actually on her third climax in this position when she felt the change in his
rhythm and sensed his building tension. His own orgasm was almost here, and she joyfully
matched his strokes, trying to bring him over the edge again.
          It built from deep down and burst on him with major intensity. With a loud moan and
gasp, he sprayed his semen into her for what seemed ages.
          Feeling his climax was the final straw, and Selina cried out and became lost in the
throws of one huge final orgasm, a burst of her juices mingling with his. Spasms wracked her
body as she shook, and he stroked into her again and again, until both were utterly spent.
