by Leanne Davis
Without any words, his mouth drops down, and he presses his lips against mine. I’m so taken by the speed of it after all these years. Are we finally here? Is it a mistake driven by too much alcohol? Or did he finally wake up and see me as I am? Always right there. Right freaking there for him.
My eyes flutter shut, and my knee joints unlock. Suddenly, my entire body collapses and goes mushy. His lips touched mine. My eyelids flip open, and I’m grateful to see his eyes are shut. Otherwise, he might have seen my shocked expression. I can’t believe his soft, warm lips are finally on mine.
He kisses me softly for just a moment before shifting his shoulder off the wall. Both of his hands hold my face and he cups my jaw. His hands are big and strong, the perfect platform to rest my head on. His mouth opens, and my senses overload when his tongue enters my mouth and slides along mine.
My eyelids flutter shut and stay that way. I lean towards him as the heat and sensation elicited by his touch overwhelm me. It’s so much. My emotions make me feel like Devon is everywhere, in and around me. I’m so elated; the one thing I always longed for is happening that I almost can’t process it. Is it really happening to me? Does something special exist between us?
He shifts and drops his hands from my face, sliding down my arms before they rest on my waist. I keep my arms flattened by my sides, unable to trust it will continue. Rooted to the ground like a tree, I am so frozen, I can’t even raise my hands. But as for my mouth, oh, hell, yeah! Of course I respond to his kiss, tilting my head for better access and welcoming his tongue when it dives deep into my mouth. He grasps me all the way around the middle and I bend backward ever so slightly, trying to accommodate the pressure of his lips and tongue bearing down on mine. Groaning, I clutch his shirt in my hand and fist it as I cling to his front. He’s holding me up when we fall into each other. My heart is hammering so fast and hard. I have such a burning desire for this, for Devon, for us together, that it’s almost painful.
One of his hands is wrapped around my back, holding me up and angling my mouth to his. The other hand is entangled in the curls of my hair. My big, fat sausage curls are stubbornly natural so I rarely bother to straighten them out or mess with them. His hand massages my scalp as his fingers comb through my hair. We kiss and kiss until I fear I’m going to melt into a puddle on the floor.
I feel wet and steamy as my breathing grows more rapid. It matches the fast beating of my heart. It’s all so much to experience. Overwhelming. Everything I’ve ever wanted is happening to me.
He pauses and lifts his mouth off mine. I respond by almost groaning my disappointment. No. I stare up at him and wait. Surely now, he’ll jolt to his senses and stop this teasing and nonsense. I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before he ends the one relationship I’ve always wanted. After a long eye-lock with me, during which he barely blinks, he takes my hand and gently tugs me to follow him. We go down the hallway and into his bedroom.
I all but leap for joy at the chance. I hastily ignore the rumpled bed as well as the… soiled sheets. I ignore my mind’s protest. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything that ever happened until this moment. I refuse to think of how we got here, what this day started out like or why it ended here. I won’t do it. I will not. He stops and tugs my hand, pulling me towards him. It feels as natural as anything I’ve ever done. There isn’t a moment when I pause. He presses me against his chest and wraps his arms around me. I sigh. I’m in heaven and finally right where I belong.
He leans down and kisses my lips softly. Oh, so gently he barely puckers his lips against mine, and I melt like warm ice cream into a puddle on the floor. He lifts his lips barely off mine, and my lips eagerly follow his radiant warmth and magnetism. Oh, yes, my panties are getting soaked. Sighing softly when his lips become a half smile, I blink with surprise as I look up at him. He fingers my hair before engaging my mouth with his. We start kissing again, and our lips entangle as our tongues play. Gently turning me around, he steers me backwards to the bed. We pause before reaching it and he pulls on my blouse. He starts to undo the buttons in a slow, easy, patient pace. So slowly, I almost yell at him to rip it open even though I like the pretty color and the fabric. His leisurely, protracted, and well-practiced technique only combine to heighten my readiness and anticipation. Every button he pops is like his breath softly caressing my skin. All of my senses are heightened to him. My entire body responds to his with pinprick reactions to every breath, touch, and word.
His hand comes back up to my shoulder and he turns me slowly. I feel like a pliant ragdoll, designed only to do as he wishes. It’s so sensuous when he turns me all the way around and very slowly backs me up against his front. I’m plastered against him when his hands slip into my now open blouse and he touches the skin at my waist. My stomach twitches at the sudden intimate contact, and my heart accelerates as if I just injected a hypodermic needle full of speed into my jugular vein. He slides his hands around my waist and over my stomach. I liquefy every time he touches me. I am nothing like Ireena or any of his other dates, including the woman this morning. I’m not fat, but neither am I thin. I am ordinary and average.
I shake off the doubts. That seems like such a trivial concern right now.
His warm hands leave my waist and slowly, very sensually, begin to trace the outside of my arms. It’s a very seductive and practiced move. Goosebumps break out everywhere on my arms and the rest of my body. When he reaches my shoulders, he bunches the fabric of my loosened blouse and ever so slowly slides the garment off me before going down both arms at the same pace. It’s so erotic. My hands drop when he slips the material off me and lets it fall to the floor between us. I’m wearing my bra. It’s beige with lace-edged cups and a firm underwire. I wish I were better prepared; I could have worn pastel-colored, lacy, sexy undergarments. Not the ordinary, errand-running, kid’s birthday party undergarments I chose today. He pauses for a moment, grabbing the hem of his shirt before dropping it with mine. He again pulls me tighter to his chest, and I feel his warm skin on my back, which nearly makes me moan with pleasure. I practically purr in satisfaction like a cat sunning itself on a warm window sill. Content to just absorb the natural heat.
His hands touch my shoulders again, and he rubs the muscles around my neck. The pressure of his thumbs feels so good I can’t suppress my moan. He slides his hands over to my shoulders, then uses his biceps to hold me there as his mouth descends to my neck in the softest, most erotic kiss I’ve ever had in my life. His lips pepper my skin, in sync with my pulse, starting at my ear, to my hairline and down the back of my neck. I shiver at the innocent, sensual pleasure he evokes from his chaste caress, which also makes it fully erotic. His hands continue down my arms until he catches my hands. Our finger clasps and entangle, holding tightly as his mouth continues to kiss me. I drop my head forward, basking in his attention and his touch as I let him taste me ever so innocently, and I wish it could last forever. I could die happy in this precious moment of his undivided attention and interest. He is spoiling me. My senses are overloaded. Overwhelmed. It feels so good. Sensual, soft, erotic… his hands clasp mine with affection, care and tenderness. I feel tears filling my eyes. This is everything in the world I have ever wanted to share with a man. A companion. It’s so much more to me than sex. But it’s also the most sensual experience I have ever had the pleasure to enjoy.
His hands release mine and slide back up my arms to my shoulders. His mouth touches my left bra strap before he trails a line of kisses there. He takes the strap between his thumb and forefinger. He does the same on the other side and deftly slides the straps down my arms. He lets them fall loose, and they remain at my elbows when he addresses the hook at my back. His movements are deliberately slow and measured as he slides his fingers over my skin to squeeze out every last drop of my anticipation. I fight the urge to turn and push him down before falling onto his body while savoring how adored I feel. All of my senses are bursting with urgency and need, in eager expectation of the heat to come.
He finally undoes the hook, and again, slowly removes it as if he is unwrapping a precious, long-awaited gift. The bra cups fall loose as his hands reach around both sides of me. Pushing the bra free, he uses his hands in tandem to slide them around me. My breath catches in impatient anticipation. Wetness soaks my panties when his hands graze my breasts and my tight, hot, pebbled nipples ache for his warm touch. My breath hitches when his hands, those big, strong fingers that can be so soft and steady, wrap around my sides and stomach. He reaches up to cup both of my breasts in his palms, as if he is weighing them. I adore his fingers and palms on my bare skin when he pushes me right against his chest. I let my head fall, and it rests on his shoulder.
He cups one breast and then the other, pulling them both up and using his thumbs to glide over the hardened tips of my nipples. They are overly sensitized and straining for his contact, ready to freaking prick him they are so hard and keen for his attention. At last, his fingers begin to play with me and they twist and pull and push as I whimper my approval in total bliss. My breathing starts to rapidly increase with the movement and the overwhelming feelings it evokes start too soon. Way too fast, my head starts spinning and holy shit, if I’m not deluged by a wave and explosion of feelings that seem to incapacitate me. I cry out and wilt like a flower in the hot sun. He gives me my very first orgasm like this… one that never happened so fast before. I blink my shock and surprise only to have Devon’s mouth descend on mine again before he unexpectedly devours me.
My head rests on his shoulder so he angles his mouth to reach my lips. I grab the back of his head when his tongue plunders my mouth. I’m half dizzy and still coming down from the orgasm. I feel disoriented and woozy from the new onslaught of emotions that scatter all over my body, but mostly are concentrated in my middle. His hands slip off my breasts, and he finds the button of my jeans. He undoes the button, and I’m only half conscious of it. My entire being seems wrapped up in his lips. I am leaning on his chest and enveloped by him. All of him. Devon.
He is finally here. With me.
He peels my pants off and pushes them as far down as he can reach without separating our mouths. Then his hands plunge straight into my panties. I sigh and moan as my neck stretches further until his mouth takes full advantage of the easier access. His tongue and mine are irreversibly entangled. His fingers slide around my wet opening, rubbing back and forth until my legs nearly buckle and collapse. His other hand wraps around my waist as if he senses my failure to stand upright. I moan into his mouth and his fingertips find my clit, which he rubs with skill and precision. When he finally plunges two fingers fully inside me, I can only cry out in relief… I want him so badly… I need him now… to provide me with more ecstasy. His hand plays and fondles and dips and rubs me. All of it spins inside my brain while his mouth keeps me busy. Then I get strung out as I climb towards another orgasm.
He releases me, and the crescendo slows down when he kisses me. He lifts his mouth up high enough to physically turn me around. I glance down and step free of my pants before using one foot to tug my panties off my legs. First one, and then the other. I’m now naked, and Devon stares unashamedly at all of me. From head to toe, his gaze starts on my blonde curls, dropping to my face, and caressing my breasts. The bright crimson nipples are still standing upright, straining for his touch. His gaze drops to my rounded stomach and he glimpses the darker blonde patch that his hand was just inside.
He steps forward and this time, his arms encircle me as they drop to my waist and he holds me close to him. I sigh with the same pleasure I feel from the orgasm… almost.
Then he holds me against his chest. I’m so short, I only reach mid-chest on him and I like wrapping my arms around his waist. I feel so protected and safe. I’m where I always wanted to be. It feels better, more profound, tender, and caring than I dared to dream it could.
I have no words to describe it. This is beyond any experience I fantasized about. My heart is lodged in my throat, and tears could well up in my eyes if I let them. It’s everything I ever wanted. It’s so beautiful. It’s as sensual and hot as it is tender and slow. We—Claudia and Devon—are fully connecting now in every sense and not just having sex.
I manage to put some space between us after garnering my own inner strength. Devon was doing it all so far: the kissing, touching, caressing and rather bold moves. I want to do something for him now. I want to show him how much I’m into this by instigating my own moves. I can accept his touch now so easily and wonderfully and openly. I drop my hands down to his jeans and start undoing them, using both of my hands. I’ve never been particularly agile or quick, not to mention seductive at this maneuver, but I get them unbuttoned and unzipped. I slip them off his waist and take a deep breath before planting my hands at the top of his butt. Dropping my hands down into his pants, I push them away and let my fingertips and palms glide over his naked flesh. I shiver at the softness of his ass underneath me. It’s so tight and taut as I sigh with pleasure, tracing the indentations of his sculpted ass. He has a runner’s butt. Super tight, but not bulky. I only wish mine were half as attractive. His butt might even be smaller than mine. I shove that thought right out of my brain.
No. Not today. I’ve waited too long for this moment. I won’t squander it now with a bunch of negative thoughts. We wouldn’t be here like this if he hated my butt. It doesn’t warrant another thought. Instead, I savor the amazingly warm, sensual feelings I am finally able to enjoy. The kisses and caresses from Devon are so much better than I imagined.
I pull his pants down his thighs, and he eagerly complies with my action. Taking off his pants and boxers, I drop them on the floor before catching my breath. I can only stare at his erect, super long penis, which comes between us now. My hand grasps his hard, wonderful warmth, and I pause for a second just to relish it. It’s so long and hard. Butterflies fill my stomach in anticipation of what he will feel like deep inside me. I tug on him, and he suddenly grabs me. I’m pressed so tightly against his body that I can’t move my hand. His weight compresses my stomach as I let his mouth again devour me. He’s so aggressive, thorough… and intoxicating.
I’m dripping with desire and so ready now. I am crazy with want and need and hope. The excitement makes me giddy. I can’t believe this is happening! Pushing him backwards, I begin to steer him towards the bed. Considering that his bed is where our day started, although someone else was with him, I prefer not to go there. I just don’t want to get between those filthy sheets so I avoid it and keep walking until my back hits the wall.
His eyes pop open, and he glances down at me. His comprehension dawns on his face, and he leans over to take a condom from the bedside table drawer. I take it from him and drop down to slide it over his throbbing shaft. Leaning over, he lifts me up, and I squeal with surprise and delight before he thrusts me into a cloud of ecstasy. Opening my legs to receive him, I wrap them around his waist as he shoves himself deep inside me. Pressing me into the wall, he comes right inside me. I scream out as a jolt of pleasure radiates from my core to my stomach and into every nerve ending. I am inundated by a series of happy sensations, and I imagine my nerve endings applauding Devon and praising his movements. He’s half holding me and leveraging me into the wall as he moves again. I’m open wide, so wet and slick in my desire for him.
He hammers into me several more times before stopping for a moment and sliding free of me. I blink in surprise. He lifts my body and gently sets me down on the edge of his bed. I suddenly find myself lying on my stomach with his body right behind mine. He pulls up my hips, and I allow him to guide me. On my knees now with my elbows supporting me. He rubs his hand over my bare butt and seems to be appreciating it. I’m too turned on to worry about what he thinks, thank God.
When he places the tip of his penis on the rim of my pussy, I sigh with unparalleled pleasure, and start pressing back. I don’t want him to go slowly or gently now. I want him to thrust inside me as full and as hard as ever.
He lifts up my
hips and holds me while filling me up with his huge erection. I groan, and my eyes roll back in my head as I lose myself in the throes of ecstasy. I moan and whimper as he slides free and then comes back again. Harder. Firmer. Faster. Over and over, he pounds me, and my breasts rock with the movements of our linked bodies. One of his hands flicks my nipple, igniting a rainbow of fireworks that stream through my bloodstream. I am enthralled by his hardness hammering me; our sweat makes our skin slick and our rocking bodies develop a rhythm that fills me up as I push back as hard as I can. When I orgasm, my arms collapse, and I’m exhausted. I flop onto the bed and wait until he finishes before falling over to my side. Sliding free of me, his arms envelop my shoulders. I love knowing he’s right there behind me as I come down from the most incredible high of my life.
I finally made love with Devon. I tuck that beautiful thought in my heart. The hottest sex I’ve ever experienced is warm and safe in my heart, hopefully captured forever.
Chapter 4
DEVON
I had no-name sex again.
I almost groan when the thought enters my brain just as I’m waking up. My eyelids flutter in response to the morning light. I twitch and start to stretch out when my hand and foot touch a body. I restrain the urge to sigh with annoyance at myself. Not again. Not another no-name hookup. I can’t keep this up. I can’t keep doing this. If I don’t stop soon, it will become more than a habit, it will be a way of life.
I open my eyes and prepare to face another awkward moment. Actually, it’s far worse than awkward. It leaves me feeling hollowed out and pathetic and sad. I had sex and now I can’t remember the name of my partner. Pretty spectacular douchebag move. And it happens more often than I want to admit. A flash of bright blonde curls snatches my attention. I blink. Fuck. It all comes clear to me in the span of that blink. It’s Claudia.