I couldn’t wait any more. The way she looked, standing there in the half-light, the fading light from the sunset through the kitchen window catching on the gold in her hair… I felt something, a longing that I hadn’t felt in a long time. A deep ache that went down to the bones. I reached out to her and grabbed her by the waist. Without resistance she moved to me, pressing herself against my body, going up on her toes to wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me.
There was a shock of wonder, and a soft flutter as her tongue found mine. There was a low, soft moan from one of us. Her. Me. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
God, please don’t let me lose this, I remember thinking. This is what I wanted. Let this last.
Without thinking, I picked her up and set her down on the counter. We broke off the kiss, and I stood there looking into her eyes. Blue, like summer surf. She smiled. “Where is this going?” She asked. There was something dangerous in the question. An invitation.
I grinned back at her. That was the only answer she needed.
We kissed again, slower this time, without the wild madness of before with all the same passion. My hands had been resting on her hips, but they began to drift, my left finding it’s way to the small of her back, pulling her even closer and holding her there. My right hand was cupping her breast, and I gave it a soft squeeze. There was another moan, although this time I knew it was her.
I moved away from kissing her lips and began moving down the her neck, stopping when I reached where her neck and collarbone met to give her a gentle bite. There was another moan of appreciation. I grinned again, my face still against her skin. I felt like a hungry wolf, and I’m sure that grin made me look like one, too.
Another nip at her neck,and then I started to pull the top of her romper down. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breast were beautiful, with creamy, soft skin as pale as polished china where her tan lines ended.
Slowly, I let my lips move down from her neck to her chest, then to the space between her breasts. I breathed in her scent, traces of soap, perfume, and sweat twisting and mingling into a single smell that left me lightheaded. Her fingers were in my hair, alternately running through it and pulling. I was sober as a stone cat, but I suddenly felt drunk. Ecstatic.
When I let the tip of my tongue glide over her nipple, her breath hitched. Her legs were up around me, pinning me up against her. I grazed her nipple with the edge of my front teeth, then kissed it softly, letting my tongue work over it.
She had two handfuls of my hair. “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice a low murmur. She unwrapped her legs from around my waist and was already fighting to get the romper the rest of the way off. “Don’t stop…”
How could I, even if I wanted to?
We broke apart long enough for her to undress fully, and there she was, naked and absolutely beautiful. There wasn’t any shyness, just… A poise. She smiled at me again, those blue eyes lit with something I couldn’t understand, something terrifying and exciting. I felt like lighting, pure electricity and ready to burn. I went down to my knees and spread her legs so that they could rest on my shoulders. I kissed her inner thigh, tracing with kisses and nipping at her soft skin until I reached her pussy.
She was already wet, and she tasted of the saltwater on an ocean breeze. Her moan sounded like a song. I looked up and saw that she was looking down on me, smiling. What was that in her eyes?
I ran my tongue over her clit. She threw her head back and moaned.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!”
Well, she seemed to like that. I did it again, letting the tip of my tongue flutter and tickle her clit.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Oh, fuck!”
She shuddered and shook as she moved closer and closer to cumming, bucking like a wild horse under my tongue.
When she came, she pulled my hair and screamed ecstatically. “What are you doing to meeeeeeeee?”
“Just trying to make you happy,” I told her, kissing her clit. She quivered and pulled me up to my feet. She pulled off my shirt.
“You’re trouble.” She said as she undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.
“I’m the one who’s trouble?”
Her hand slipped past the waistband of my boxer briefs, and I groaned as her fingers wrapped around my cock. She laughed and kissed my chest. “You Like that?”
All I could manage was “Y…yeah…”
“How about this…?”
She started to stroke me, her hands warm and soft working a smooth rhythm.
Another laugh, and she gave my cock one last playful squeeze. I wanted her to keep going, I was so hard it hurt. Instead, she turned away from me. She pulled her hair to one side as she looked over her shoulder at me, her smile wild. “C’mon,” she said softly, backing up so that her ass rubbed against against the shaft of my cock. “C’mon,” she said again.
She was so wet I didn’t have any trouble getting inside, but I still took my time. Her pussy was soft and as hot as a fever, and it felt so good to just slowly let her slip down to the root of me. I felt her muscles tense the further I went, her breath getting huskier.
When I was fully inside, we held off for a minute. Maybe it was a minute. Maybe it was longer. Time didn’t seem to matter as much as it usually did. We didn’t say anything, but we looked at each other. We knew something was happening here, something that could never be taken back. It was the most holy moment I had ever experienced up to that point, in or out of a church.
I leaned down and kissed her shoulder. She moved against me, and I felt my heart melt when she smiled.
It was all I needed.
I held her hips, pulling her into me with each thrust until we built a rhythm that was good for both of us. With my hands free, I grabbed hold of her breasts and started playing with her nipples. They were hard, and I felt her pussy grip me tighter when I gave them and gentle pull or pinch.
“Oooooh,” she groaned, her whole body quivering. “Ohhh…”
We were lost in one another, wrapped up in nothing else. Nothing else existed. I didn’t want this to stop, both the physical pleasure and a strange feeling that was rooted in my chest.
“Harder, please, harder! Aww, fuck!”
She was cumming again, I could feel it. I tried to slow down a little. If I didn’t get a grip on myself quick, I was going to finish, and I didn’t want that, not yet. This was blowing my mind. I wanted to enjoy what was happening.
She wasn’t having any of that.
“Baby,” I said with a gasp. “Slow down or I’m going to cum.”
“That’s the point, right?”
She did slow down, but she was twisting and swinging her hips, dancing on my cock.
“Just cum for me…” she said. “Please…”
I felt the tension growing, growing growing and then-
-the sweet ache of release as I came. Blissful emptiness filled my head, washing away all thoughts like sandcastles under the rising tide. So, so sweet.