Loading...“My sweet Lord,” I heard her whisper under her breath, as I framed her face with my hand, and gently turned her to look me in the eye.
“Shh,” I hushed, my face inches from hers, “don’t speak.”
I curled my lips over hers, my bottom lip gliding into her mouth. I settled in closer, my other hand sliding down her arm to lace our fingers together.
I closed my eyes as she kissed me back hesitantly, exhaling in a note that made me weak. Her other hand slipped around my head, and she tilted to deepen our liplock.
How did we end up here?
I threaded my fingers in her hair and pulled her to the corner of the sofa with me. I felt rigid for a moment, still as stone, as her soft hands warmed my skin and held me close. Then, something in me snapped, and I relaxed and sunk into the kiss, allowing myself to be pressed firmly into the cushion behind me.
What was I doing?
This was something I’d been dreaming about since – God knows when.
Why was I hesitating?
What second thoughts hindered my passion now?
Sure, she was the last person I expected to be kissing in my living room, but that was because she was so far from attainable. Hell, I thought she was completely straight, until about a minute ago. We were chatting about pointless things, relationship things…
Subtext-y things, I thought, smiling.
And the next thing I knew, she was giving me a comforting hug and I was asking if I could kiss her.
Now, though, she was the one kissing ME. I had initiated it, like I said, but she swept it away, knocking it up to a solid R rating headed for NC17, slipping her fingers around my hips, and softly sighing like she’d been holding this back for as long as I had.
I opened my lips a little wider, kissing her slowly and deeply. I wound the fabric of her shirt around my fingers to tug her closer, and hiked myself up further on the sofa, helping her settle herself beside me. Awkwardly, my hands slid down around her waist, and I pressed them into the back pockets of her jeans. I pulled upwards, and she let out a groan, pulling both her legs up onto the couch.
Too involved to think about stopping, I removed my hands from her pockets and attached them to the sides of her face, subconsciously brushing the hair from her face. Gently, she made the next move, easing her tongue into my mouth with soft, slow strokes. I moaned audibly and returned the favor, marveling.
With little hesitation, I managed to get her on top of me, the tiniest shift of our mouths together making me ache and writhe. Soft, slow, deep. Long, hot, wet.
Delicious. She tasted…
I dipped my tongue into her mouth again.
…the way she sounded. If her voice had a flavor, this was it.
I slowly sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, making her moan and laugh breathlessly. The feeling of her pressed against me, threading her fingers through my hair, incessantly running her tongue along the outside of my lips, and her breath softly caressing my face made my whole body tremble. I pushed my knee in between her thighs and bent my leg up against her. She spread her legs a little and rolled her hips, groaning and desperate.
“Jesus,” she whispered, laying her head facedown beside mine. I inhaled the scent of her thick hair, and pushed past some to her ear. As I ran my fingernails over her back again and again, I breathed into her ear, adoring her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I purred, listening with insatiable lust to her moaning and sighing, “so beautiful when you’re like this. My fantasies didn’t even do you justice.”
She stopped and arched her head up to look at me. “You fantasized about this?” she asked, her voice cracking with incredulousness.
“I fantasized about YOU.”
She blushed deeply, laughing to herself. “That’s—it’s just so—”
“What?” I smiled at her, curious and trying to catch her gaze.
“It’s so unbelievable. Strange.” She shook her head and sat up.
“Why is that so hard to comprehend?”
“Be—cause—” she stammered, “You’re—you’re you! And I’m—” she sighed and surrendered to her loss for words. “Me.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the queen of Vague.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I guess.”
“We—we’re not supposed to act this way. It’s just—sweetie, it isn’t right.”
“But why?”
“It just wouldn’t be. We’re supposed to act a certain way around each other, and when that changes…” she paused, and I watched as her eyes glazed over for a moment before snapping back. “Well, who knows what kind of trouble we’d get into?”
“We don’t have to tell anyone. It could just be our little secret.” I shifted closer and slid my arms sensually around her waist, one sliding up to curl her hair behind her ear, “hmm? Think about it,” I whispered, nuzzling my cheek against her, my heart crashing against my chest, “how much would you love walking around with the thought that you know something no one else does?” I gently lowered my teeth onto her earlobe, and she shivered. “C’mon, baby.” I felt her tense as my far hand inched its way over her skin towards her breast. I ran my index finger along the underside of it, and she shivered again.
“I don’t—” she stopped short when my thumb slid up and circled her nipple slowly through her sheer top. When she didn’t stop me, I did it again, and her breath hitched in her throat. I bent my fingers into a claw and ran them down to her waist, where I caressed her bare back under the hem of her shirt with my fingernails. She arched her back and let out a suppressed moan. Though I knew her conscience was telling her not to give in, her body and spirit were anyway, and I was prepared to take that as far as possible. With my finger playing with the small of her back, I pushed my tongue into her ear and felt her relax entirely in my arms as my free hand began to work its way up her thigh. Straying my lips down to her neck, I sucked on her skin, and she moaned quietly in the back of her throat and covered my close hand with hers, tilting her head down to kiss me deeply again and look into my eyes. “You can’t do that.”
“Do what?” I asked innocently, already knowing the answer.
“That.” She gestured at her neck where a small red mark had appeared, and she blushed.
“What, this?” I leaned in and flicked my tongue over her neck, inhaling her. She moaned again, and I smiled against her when she ran her fingers through my hair. Bending my knee, I half straddled her to gain easier access to the other side of her body. I felt the muscles in her neck tighten as she clenched her teeth and drew her breath in sharply with a hiss.
She moaned my name and half heartedly tried to pull away. “Ahhh—don’t.” She protested, her actions betraying her words as she clenched my hand in hers. She rolled her head back and forth and pushed me backward a little with her nose. “People are going to notice if I leave here with a hickey on my neck.”
“I suppose.” I sighed with a smile, and began to lift myself off of her, before noticing with a smile that she was almost pouting at the loss of contact. I then maneuvered myself back around to pull her on top of me again. Our lips locked harshly, and we simultaneously let out a small moan of satisfaction. My tongue snaked around hers and we leaned back. I saw her out of the corner of my eye smile deliciously as she slowly closed her teeth over my bottom lip. As I felt her do so, I pulled away just enough to make her try to move close enough again, and I used it to reel her in.
She tried to pull me back, but I kept moving, and eventually we’d moved around the crevasse in my sofa and nestled ourselves in the corner, my hair mussed against the fabric of the cushion, eyes closed, fingers twining through the cloth of her shirt. I laughed richly and vacated her mouth to press my forehead against hers.
“My head is spinning,” I confessed, out of breath, my eyelids fluttering.
She gave me a chaste, open lipped kiss in response. “Mine too,” was her reply, before we smiled through our eyes. I swallowed hard and licked my lips.
After a moment, I slipped my hand up her shirt and over her back, my fingertips resting on the clasp of her bra. I looked to her for approval of this next big step, and she took two deep, pensive breaths before nodding. I flicked the hooks open with ease, and I heard her hum against my neck. My fingers gently glided along her skin until I found the side of her breast and rested my hand on it. Her lips rested on my shoulder.
Her skin was smooth, but it was tough, like I would’ve expected such a well established woman’s skin to feel. I could tell simply by the texture. I ran my hands down her sides over and over again, feeling her, touching her, holding her. I didn’t want to stop; it was like my fingertips were drinking her in. Under that sheer blouse of hers, she was warm and soft. I held my fingers still and ran my thumbs along the skin under her breasts, imagining how this skin looked and tasted.
I inhaled deeply the faint scent of her perfume, and worked my fingers upwards, under the stitching of her loosened bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders. She shifted her arms to take the bra off beneath her shirt, and dropped it haphazardly on the floor beside us. She pulled me gently back to her, reclining against the firm cushions as she fumbled to find the binds of my own lacy garment. We managed to get mine off, with some difficulty in our dazed state, letting it fall on the floor beside hers. We both immediately began to feel each other up, giggling as we experienced this together for the first time.
And somewhere deep in my conscious, something also idly wondered if this was the last time we’d experience this together.
Looking up at me shyly, she raised an eyebrow when I looked like I wanted to say something. “What?” She asked, blushing, her hands quivering as if she wanted to remove them, but still keeping them where they were on my breasts.
“I think yours are bigger.”
She began laughing. “What a thing to think at a time like this.”
“Well, that’s me,” I smirked.
She rolled her eyes playfully, and then let out a breathy laugh as I began to roll her nipples between my fingers, then running my thumbs around them immediately after. She looked me in the eye and ran her tongue over her lips. I smiled and kept it up as she reciprocated, and we maintained eye contact as we silently relished in the new sensations.
I broke the pretense with a giggle, and we eventually both ended up laughing ourselves to tears, embarrassed with ourselves because we had acknowledged how awkward this should’ve felt.
Should’ve felt.
And yet, I thought to myself, it felt so natural; touching her skin, kissing her lips, listening to her moan my name so quietly that it was barely even a whisper.
Minutes later, we found ourselves tangled up in each other’s arms, pants and shirts off, panties clinging for dear life between our aching loins, kissing desperately, knees and legs clashing with knees and legs. There was already a thin layer of sweat building over her back, and I dragged my fingernails over it, my hands and fingers gliding behind as I sucked gently on her tongue. My hands came to rest wrapped entirely around her body, cradling her back and head.
She scraped her thumbnail down over my nipple, and I jumped, giggling and nearly biting down on her tongue. She laughed into my mouth and did it again, eliciting a girlish squeal from me. I vacated her mouth to make eye contact.
“Stooooop – don’t do that.”
“What, this?” She teased, throwing my words back at me as she gave my other nipple similar treatment.
“Ahhh—no!” I laughed again, and she attacked both at the same time. I tensed and tried to bring my hands up to stop her, but she stopped of her own volition, smiling maliciously.
“Why not? You ticklish?” She licked her lips, and slid her arms down my sides, making me shiver, before she curled her fingers and began to mercilessly tickle me, making me shriek and moan with delightful protest.
When she finally had me in a submissive position, pinned to the couch, I began to wrench free, laughing and trying to fight back. After a few seconds, I pulled my leg out from under her and wrapped it around her waist, shifting my hips up and over. We toppled to the floor and I had the upper hand… for a moment. She was considerably stronger than me, so it didn’t take much before I’d found myself wriggling under her touch again.
And I was getting ahead of myself, imagining her in the same position, but in some black lace teddy with a riding crop between her teeth, preparing herself for an illicit tango along my eager, willing body.
She must’ve noticed the desire building in my expression, because she assaulted me further. I smiled through my tears of laughter. “Don’t make me use my secret weapon!” I admonished her playfully. She arched an eyebrow and paused.
“And what’s that? Something like…” Demonstrating before I could stop to catch my breath, she pinned my wrists above me and caught my lips with her supple ones, insistently thrusting her tongue into my mouth with deep, slow strokes.
We parted, and I tried to recover my breath after her achingly wonderful kiss. “Nope,” I giggled, squirming as she began to tickle me again with those long, slender fingers. Our bodies slid warmly against each other, nipples stiffening and peaked.
“Then bring it on. I dare you.” She tickled me harder and I responded, my hand immediately pushing down in between us and up against her thighs. With the ease and skills of a veteran, I slowly rubbed her through her panties, my middle finger lingering over the hard nub at the top. I found the fabric damp and pungent in scent, as I elicited a loud moan of my name from her, and she stopped tickling me to cling to my sides. “Holy—mmmmh—” she began to breathe shallowly as I increased my pressure and speed. “That’ll do it—oh god—” another deep breath, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh, GOD!” She began to tug at whatever cloth she could get a hold of. In this particular instance, it was my panties, and she clutched like there was no tomorrow. She pushed her hips against my hand and bit her lip, trying to silence the evidence of her obvious arousal.
But it wasn’t just her moans that gave her away, I thought to myself with a sly smile, as her musky aroma danced in my nostrils.
I slowed my movements between her legs and smirked at her, stopping completely before recapturing her lips with mine. She protested my kiss a little, mostly because of the lack of other contact with her body, but I drank again from her deeply and she gave in to me, threading all her fingers through my hair. I dragged my fingernails down her back and began to tease them around the hem of her underwear, the feel of gooseflesh erupting over her skin following my touch.
I followed the curves and arches in her back delicately, slowly massaging her skin in smooth patterns as I felt her legs slipping against mine to fasten together around my waist. Slowly, she began to grind, and I groaned, the soft mewls caught in the back of her throat leaving my body tingling. Our tongues meshed and swirled discreetly, and I tried in vain to kiss her deeper still. I took a moment to relish in the sensations I was feeling, finally with her in the way that I should be. Her body was so gently pressed into mine, and I cannot begin to describe what that felt like to me. A sort of perfect pressure that words wouldn’t capture.
Those soft, gentle hands descended again, hooking in the waistband of my panties to slide them down. My hips rose, and she followed suit as I in turn pulled hers from her warm body. We kicked them aside, and I didn’t even have time to look her over before she looped her arms and legs back around me and pulled my lips back to hers.
I arched up into her touch slowly, the shiver running down my spine making my skin tighten and my toes curl. She dipped her head down to my neck and began nipping at the exposed flesh. In one swift motion, she shifted her body up to whisper in my ear, “It’s payback time.” As I laughed, she took a mouthful between her lips for a moment, and after a second or two, she released me, letting me know by the playful smile on her face that she was satisfied with her brand.
Moving past my throat to my shoulder and down again, I prepared myself for the sensations I knew I was about to experience. Slowly downward I felt her slither, and that moment came. Slowly, torturously she encircled my nipple with her tongue, a feeling thrumming through my being that I knew I’d longed for. She did the same to the other, and I bit back a moan as she lowered herself to settle in between my thighs. Her kisses trailed lower, and I felt my pulse crashing against my chest. Her tongue flicked out across my inner thigh, and slowly up, closer. She kissed and gently suckled on the skin there, knowing it would be killing me. Just inches away, she hovered over me, and exhaled a breath of hot air against my sex. A long, deep shiver trickled slowly down my spine, and I trembled, knowing full well that at that moment, she was in complete control of me.
Our eyes met and the right side of her lip drew itself up into a smile before the left one did. It would’ve made me laugh if it hadn’t made her look so damned sexy. With a shy smile and softened eyes, I reached forward to take her face in my hands and fused our mouths together with a sigh.
As I tilted my head to the side to kiss her deeper, my mind wandered a little, and I lost myself in thoughts and caresses. I thought about what we were doing, how wonderful it felt, how natural it felt. And still, here, a part of me wondered how the two of us could end up mixed up in all this. How the physical and sexual attraction and chemistry had suddenly shifted gears and brought us here. Had it shown up on its own, or were we just beginning to end our denial?
I stopped kissing her for a moment; my fingers still tangled in her hair, and locked my eyes with hers. I did my best to wipe away the confused expression dancing across her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, my eyebrows rising, “because after this, there probably will be no stopping us.”
She swallowed hard and looked down for a moment, looking back up with a gleam of confidence in her eye. “Yes.” She nodded, as if she’d convinced herself as she said it, “I’m sure.”
“Oh, good.” I exhaled in relief and hooked my arms under hers, and she shivered. “You okay?”
“Mhmm,” she laughed, “your hands are cold.”
“Oh!” I pulled them back and rubbed them together vigorously before running my fingers down her arm. “Better?”
“Much,” she replied, putting her fingers over them herself. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply and looped my arms around her neck, sitting up. I stood with her curiously in tow. “Where are we going?” She asked, as she was feverishly kissing my neck. I sighed and rolled my head back, taking small steps backwards towards the stairs.
“Up to my bedroom. Is that okay?”
“Sure, but I was just fine down there.”
I contorted my face. “We could go back…”
“No, no, it’s okay,” she shook her head awkwardly, “I just—why?”
“Oh, I um—” I giggled and blushed, trying to figure out how to answer her question without sounding childish.
She started giggling too, but was still obviously confused. “What is it?” She asked, her voice soft and her eyes searching.
“Um, okay—I just—okay, just—do-don’t laugh at me—okay?”
“So long as you stop stuttering and tell me!” She played, nudging me. I laughed again at myself. Why was this so awkward for me to admit? I took her hand and led her up with me, self-consciously clenching the muscles in my legs so that they wouldn’t shake as we bounded to the top.
“I’ll tell you later, okay?” I turned around to find myself twined in her arms again. She moved her head, trying to bring our lips together again, but I resisted, taking her hands in mine and pushing her back a little. “Hang on there, not so fast,” I said, grinning as she eyed me strangely, “I want to look at you for a minute.”
“Why?” She asked, knocking her knees together awkwardly.
“Because I don’t think I’ll ever see you like this again, and I don’t want to forget it.” I darkened my eyes as they glazed over a little, taking her all in. I flinched with intense pleasure at the slightest movement she made along my neck.
“Oh,” she stated unnecessarily, making me jump again with her fingers.
“And besides, I’m sure you like as much as I do to admire a course before feasting on it.”
She laughed, and sobered as she blushed. I then added, “And you, my dear, are a meal fit for a king.”
“Or a queen?” She suggested, arching her eyebrow over her rosy cheeks. She kicked at the ground with her bare foot, and I grabbed one of her arms to pull her body flush against mine.
“Exactly.” I cradled her head and tenderly pulled her lips to mine, my tongue delicately flicking against hers. Each time they brushed against each other, a surge of arousal twisted itself around in the pit of my stomach and found its way between my legs. I moaned, and started to guide her backwards towards my bedroom.
I found the door shut, so I fumbled behind me to find the knob, and opened it, both of us tumbling backwards into the room. I managed to keep both of us from falling all the way to the floor, but it was difficult, as much as I wanted to just surrender to the feelings I was experiencing and just finish what we’d started right on the floor in front of my bed. But we’d come this far, why not make the extra few feet?
We managed to regain balance again, and she slowly began to back me against the door I’d just shut behind me. She braced her forearms against it, her fingers lazily brushing my hair away from my face as we kissed again and again. She was a generously tall woman compared to me, so I felt compelled to stand a bit on my toes while we embraced, all the while my vision swimming at the feel of her body pushing me against the wood.
After a minute spent raining sensual kisses on each other’s lips, I broke us apart to press my forehead against hers. “Shall we?” I asked, looking pointedly at the bed and smiling. She nodded.
“All right.”
I took her hand and led her to the side of the bed. She sat down first, shyly looking up. I grinned as I looked her over again, and I noticed that she’d self-consciously sucked in her stomach to make herself look a little thinner than she was. I’m sure we both knew that she didn’t need to; that I was so smitten with her every feature that it didn’t matter, but it still made me happy that she wanted to impress me.
She scooted back to make room for me, and I framed her face with my hands as I knelt on the bed in front of her. I dipped my head down to kiss her on her forehead, and she looked up at me through her crystalline eyes, a warmth building and resonating in their icy depths. I straightened back up as she slipped her arms around my lower back, and I took a moment to wrap my own around her head and press her gently against my chest. She breathed out slowly through her nose, and it danced delicately across the baby fine hairs on my body, making me tremble and sigh.
Abruptly, she turned her head and kissed me on the spot where she’d just been breathing, before flicking her tongue out along my skin and down around my breast. I whispered her name, and bent my knees further, pushing her back and laying her flat along the cool sheets of my bed. We began feverishly kissing again, arms and legs unable to settle in one position, our tongues seeking refuge in each other’s mouths. We rolled around aimlessly on the bed, hands searching out the unfamiliar. As her fingers wandered up my thigh, I parted my legs to grant her any access she wanted, but it seemed she was in the mood to tease again. Drifting up and over my legs, across my stomach, and finally slowing near my painfully hard nipples, which she courageously caught between her fingers and began to play with, knowing that I was nothing short of ecstatic when she did so. I giggled and moaned beneath her, before leaving her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw and down her throat.
It was that way we rolled around for several minutes, pleasantly enjoying each others’ touch and company. I finally worked up her appetite, and with a daring caress, I dipped a finger down below and between her waiting lips. She was so moist beneath my touch, and I reveled in it. Her warm hands encouraged me, those slender fingers gently rapping on my shoulder blades. I straddled one of her legs, my knee gently easing between them. She caught on, and parted her thighs for me, the soft skin brushing up against mine making me dizzy. I slowly twirled my finger around, rubbing up and down and around and into her. She seemed to be enjoying the pattern I’d slipped into, but as soon as she began bucking her hips up at me, I’d change it around, making her back arch a little more. Slowly, deliberately, I tantalized her with two fingers, flicking back and forth across her clit and down around her inner lips. My other hand, freed by shifting my weight to my elbow, took firm hold on one of her nipples and began to tug gently. The twin sensations made her lick her lips and groan quietly. I idly wished that I had more hands to occupy with touching her; the two I had couldn’t catch enough. Her flesh was becoming slicker with sweat, and her curves began to slither beneath me in anticipation of something spectacular.
I mistook her shift in position for a response to my ministrations, but found myself corrected as I realized that she’d moved because she wanted better access to my own body. She roughly turned us over, and I began to protest, but was cut off by my own breath. I inhaled sharply as her hand made vicious contact with my sex, two fingers pressing insistently into me. She stilled them as soon as they were nestled within, and began moving her thumb about my clit in gentle, soothing circles. I hummed low in my throat and wriggled my body upwards to a warm spot on the mattress, content with her taking matters into her own hands.
So to speak, I thought to myself.
The result of that thought was a rather loud giggle, which startled her in the moment, and she stopped to look at me. “What’s that for?” she asked.
I giggled again. “Nothing, just thinking.”
“What about?” I felt her release me, and I thought about pouting, until I felt her press closer to me. I blinked very slowly, and laced our fingers together.
“Well,” I started, now only forming tangible thoughts that I could express, “mostly how unequivocal the attraction has been between us, and how we still managed to ignore it until now.”
“How was I supposed to ignore it, when you wouldn’t let me?” She replied, smiling.
“What was I doing that was keeping you from it?”
“Being you.” She said, simply. She raised her eyebrows, as if it would emphasize her point, and she broke our eye contact. “You’re so hard to resist when you’re honest, you know that?”
“So are you.”
She brought our hands to her lap. “Does that mean we’re weak?”
“No. We’re just human.”
“Same thing.” She muttered, as the same thought crossed my mind.
“What I mean is, we’re smitten. It’s not a sign of weakness, it’s just something that happens.”
“So you think this is just an infatuation?” Her eyes betrayed the tenderness of her touch. They were confused, doubtful… afraid.
What was she so afraid of?
I swallowed hard, and looked at her. “I sure hope not.”
She swept me up with a kiss and an embrace, her lips soft and wet. I wondered if she was escaping a response by kissing me, or if the kiss was meant to tell me something she couldn’t say aloud. Either way, the thrilling sensation of her tongue’s admittance to my mouth again was enough to cut my thought processes off at the source. My thighs were quivering with need, and she tended to them, brushing each lovely finger over them, before drifting into familiar territory again, her index and middle fingers slipping up and into me with ease. She went back to the delicious attention she’d been giving me a few minutes before as she kissed me. I melted away to pure lust as she caressed me to near incoherency.
There really is nothing like the feel of someone else’s hand on you like that. At first, you feel surprised, like you weren’t expecting it. Your nerves make you jump out of your skin, and some electric sensation bolts through you like lightning. For a split second after that, you feel naughty and dirty, like you’d just committed a crime. Masturbation was, for a very long time, looked upon as something forbidden; something taboo. Added in with the thought of someone else doing it to you made it doubly so. And no matter how much you try to deny it, the thought of doing something forbidden just turns you on a bit more. And your nerves begin to go into shock. Then the realization hits you. The realization that someone ELSE is the one that’s making you feel this way. This isn’t something you’re doing to yourself to help you sleep easier. This is someone who wants so badly to make you feel good that they’re focusing all their attention on getting you off.
Then the waves arrive. Torrents of lust and passion and pleasure wrack you to your toes, and you can’t think of anything except where you are, what you’re feeling, who you’re with, and all the things you’re going to thank them with afterwards.
And here I was, completely drowning in it, with someone who’d never made me crave reciprocation so much in my whole life. I felt nothing short of divine.
And the divinity washed over me again and again, as her fingers brought me to my peak and over it, my muscles clenching and my head spinning. I came down with a long, deep sigh, my world now rose-tinted.
“So, does that clear things up?” She asked me, giggling, once I’d opened my eyes again.
“My sweet Lord…” I whispered breathlessly.
“That’s what I thought.” With a triumphant smirk, she kissed me deeply, and I pulled her as close to me as I could, trying to do as she did, by expressing myself through my lips a different way than usual.
As I regained my ability to speak in full sentences again, I slowly sat up, bringing her along with me. “You have no idea, babe. No idea.” I smiled brightly, and she smiled back.
“Your cheeks are all red.” She stated, concealing something that looked like pride. My smile was so big it was becoming painful. She looked occupied for a moment, and then she quickly returned to my eyes, something sinister sparkling in them. “Tell me something. What was it you didn’t want to tell me before?”
“What?” I replied out of instinct, caught off guard.
“Before, you started to tell me why you wanted to come upstairs, but you stopped.”
I looked down. “Oh, right.”
“Now your cheeks are even redder,” she added. “Well, c’mon. Spill it!” She punched me playfully on the arm. I mentally rolled my eyes. The determination in her own eyes conveyed that there was no avoiding the subject. I took a deep breath, and confessed.
“It’s just because of your perfume.”
“My what?” She chuckled.
“Your perfume.” I shook my head, the words sounding more ridiculous as I said them than they ever had cooped up inside my head. “I wanted you to come and be in my bed, so that my pillow would smell like you, and I could close my eyes and…” I leaned forward to her, eyes closed, and inhaled deeply. The scent of her filled me, and I exhaled with a smile on my face, my eyes opening again. “Make believe you were there with me.” At that moment, I heard a very small hiccup, and looked up to see that she was fighting something back. “Are you crying?” I asked earnestly, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She hiccupped again. “No.” Her voice was cracking and she looked away from me.
“What’s wrong?” I tucked a finger underneath her chin and tilted her head back towards mine. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
She shuddered and scrunched up her nose. “It’s just this whole thing. It’s unfair.” She sighed. “You know we’ll never be able to do this again, right?”
I nodded solemnly. “I know. But doesn’t that mean that we should take advantage of this time we have together now?”
“Yes, but…”
“Then let’s do that. I just want to think about right now. Okay? Fuck the future. Fuck the past. It’s just you and me. Right here and now.” I reached out and pulled her lips over mine, yielding to my desire to throw away my inhibitions and live in the moment. She fell over me, and I wrapped my arms and my legs around her completely, taking all of her in and letting my emotions take over. We kissed deeply and passionately, and the next thing I knew, I had feasted on the swells of her breasts, leaving her nipples wet and dark, and lay between her thighs, poised at her entrance. Her back was arched as I took my first taste of her. I found a primal appetite for her, and bathed her, tirelessly. My tongue had a mind of its own, and it seemed to know what it was doing, because the woman beneath me had arched her back and sworn loudly, her fists clenching at the sheets around us. My tongue flattened and began a slow ascent towards her the bundle of nerves at her peak, which my mouth received hungrily and lavished with attention. She was writhing and gasping, a hand encouragingly running through my hair. I pushed my tongue gently into her and began to slide in and out, before a finger took its place, and I continued my oral ministrations in a steady rhythm. After a few minutes, I added a second finger, and mimicked the moves she’d used on me earlier, my thumb gently rubbing in circles over her clit.
Very swiftly, I moved my body up to kiss her as I sped up a little at a time. Our tongues meshed and her fingernails began to clench down on my skin. I could tell she was getting close. Feeling daring, I slowed my movements inside of her and worked in a third finger. Her eyes widened in surprise, but they then closed again, as she got used to the feelings coursing through her veins.
It started as a whisper, but soon I was able to hear her quietly purring into my ear. “God, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, oh god, fuck me…” I heard my name half a dozen times amidst her moans and that delectable mantra, before she took several deep breaths and her eyelashes fluttered, her thighs trembling and her body rigid. I slowed down the slightest bit as she came, so I could watch her. Her beautiful face contorted and a smile hinted along its contours. A long exhalation left her lips as she concluded. Her fingernails finally released their death-grip on my shoulders, and I felt her muscles relax and her heartbeat return to normal.
The feeling of contentment that washed over me from being wrapped up in her, silent, sated and smiling, was something I’d never forget, but still never truly comprehend. Nothing existed outside of here; there was no past, no future, no problems, just the here and now. Just that moment. I couldn’t recreate it if I tried.
My focus seemed to shift from her shoulder to the clock on my nightstand just beyond her. I grinned to myself as I saw that it read 2:22.
“Look at the clock,” I implored her, my voice hushed and low.
She blinked at me, and then rolled over to look. “It’s 2:22.” She said, facing me again and arching an eyebrow.
“Make a wish.”
The comprehension visibly dawned on her feminine features. She hummed, and closed her eyes, pursed lips drawn to one side in thought. She looked at me again. “Okay.”
Confidently, I leaned in and gave her the best kiss I could muster, wrapping my hands around her neck and slowly deepening it. When I pulled back again, her eyes stayed closed for a few seconds, as if she were savoring it. She opened them and licked her lips, unrelenting a response. “Well?” I urged.
She chewed her lip thoughtfully, smiled, and replied, “Could I wish again?”
FIN.