After a short and rather silent moment of taking note of every inch of her naked body, I watched with much excitement as she kissed along my chest and torso.
“I love looking at your body,” she said as she kissed my stomach.
I watched her hands slide from my chest to my stomach, and eventually rest on my hips.
“And I love…” in mid-sentence I stopped.
My thoughts escaped me as she lifted herself slightly and began to lick the tip of my twitching cock.
“There’s only one way I’ll allow you to do that,” I said as she slowly began to lick along the underside of the shaft.
“And how’s that?’ she asked as she lifted her head slightly.
“Turn around and grind your pussy on my face while you do,” I breathed.
“I like the sound of that,” she said as she began to crab-walk her way around me.
As she began to lift her legs over me, I grasped her ankles and pulled them toward my shoulders. After resting her knees on either side of my chest, I gripped her waist and pulled back. She lacked any resistance until I forced my tongue deep into her wet pussy.
“Oh God,” she gasped as I forced my tongue in and out of her wetness.
After a short hesitation, her mouth began to slowly work up and down the shaft of my cock. The feeling of her wet mouth tightening against my rigid flesh was almost more than I was able to stand. There was no doubt this was going to require tremendous focus on my part.
Using my thumbs against her inner thighs, I pressed upward until they met her swollen mound. As I began to massage the sides of her pussy and work my tongue along her lips, she groaned and forced herself onto my cock further. I moaned and forced my tongue deeper into her as she did. So far, this was not going as planned. At this rate, I wouldn’t last a matter of minutes. As her mouth now worked up and down the entire length of my throbbing cock like a jackhammer, I knew I had to do something fast, or this would all be over.
I slid my right thumb along the inside of her soaking wet pussy until I found her clit. Immediately, I began to rub the tip of my thumb against her swollen nub. Her immediate response in the form of a twitching body let me know I had found at least one of her weaknesses. As I continued to torture her clit with my thumb and explore her wet pussy with my tongue, she lost focus and stopped sucking my cock.
Thank you.
I wanted more than anything to be able to perform for Rain. My inability to have children needed to be lost in the fact I was more than able to please her sexually. I believed if my performance was stellar, she would truly forget what little desire she had to have children, if there was any at all.
I moved my mouth downward as I pulled my tongue from between her glistening pussy lips. Now with her clit between my upper lip and tongue, I began to work my tongue against it, pressing it into my soft upper lip. Her response wasn’t what I expected at all.
“Holy…” she groaned.
“Fuck,” she gasped.
Her mouth immediately encompassed my cock and began to slobber, slurp, and suck as if we were in a contest, and she had every intention of winning. As her mouth performed magic along the length of my swollen shaft, I felt as if I was going to explode.
Acting as if she was working against the clock, she forced my cock into her throat. The feeling was immeasurably fabulous, and although I never wanted it to stop, I wanted more. As I continued my tongue-lip procedure on her clit, it became apparent she was going to win this war.
Time to start the dirty talk.
“Fuck my face, Rain. Fuck it hard,” I demanded as I moved my mouth to the side.
She groaned into the shaft of my cock as she continued to suck me into a frenzy.
I slapped my hand against her right ass cheek.
She moaned loudly as she loosened the grip of her very able lips from the shaft of my swollen cock.
I slapped her ass little harder. “Can you hear me?”
“Fuck.”
“My.”
“Face.”
Her hips began to work back and forth slightly, pressing her mound against my face. I pushed my tongue into her and grabbed her waist in my hands. Working in the same rhythmic motions, I pulled against her waist as she continued to force her pussy against my tongue. After a few seconds of relief of her sucking my cock, I felt I might have gained a slight advantage. When her moaning began to become louder, and her breathing shorter, I knew she was on the verge of orgasm.
I moaned into her pussy as I continued to pull against her waist. Her hips worked frantically to obtain her pussy’s desire. As I continued to moan and tongue fuck her to the best of my ability, she pressed herself against me and growled a roar into the room, arching her back as she did.
As her body began to shudder, she screamed into the open space.
“Oh…my…fuck…yes…” she said as she collapsed onto me.
I slid from beneath her and rolled to the side. As I reached into the night stand and removed a condom, she turned, glanced over her shoulder, and attempted to smile. She appeared exhausted. As I stretched the condom over my twitching cock, she grinned and raised herself up onto her hands and knees.
“Please, from behind,” she said.
Her breasts hung like weights from her chest, swinging from side to side as she attempted to get into position. As she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and glanced toward me, I smiled at her simple beauty and the thought of sharing myself with her sexually. As I climbed onto the bed with my cock in hand, she turned away from me and lowered her head slightly. After climbing into position behind her, it was apparent her short legs, and my long legs were going to create a small problem. Her ass came roughly to the middle of my thigh, and her pussy slightly lower than that. I stared down at her, released my cock, and lifted her by the waist until she was at a height suitable for penetration.
“You short little fucker,” I complained playfully as I held her over the bed.
“Your legs are too long,” she groaned.
“And my arm is cramping,” I said as I released her weight onto the bed.
“Get on me and fuck me. Fuck this shit. I want to see your face when you cum,” I said as I rolled over and rubbed my forearm.
“Huh?” she said over her shoulder.
“Climb up here and ride my cock,” I said as I rolled onto my back.
“You want me on top of you?” she asked with her voiced filled with wonder.
I nodded my head. “Is it a problem?”
“Never done it, boss,” she sighed as she turned around.
I raised myself on my elbows and cocked one eyebrow. “Seriously?”
Her face covered with worry, she slowly moved in to position and straddled my thighs.
“Look, you’re never going to do anything that I’m going to look at as a mistake. We’re both adults. This is going to be awesome. Just climb up there and, well, you know what to do. Get on,” I said as I watched her wiggling into place.
As she lowered herself into place, I guided my cock into her well beyond soaking wet pussy. As soon at the tip penetrated her, her eyes widened as if shocked.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
“Bad?” I asked.
She shook her head and bit her lower lip. “The good bad. Holy crap.”
Slowly, she began to work herself up and down the shaft, taking a little more with each attempt. Soon, she released her lower lip and began to breathe heavily with each stroke, exhaling immediately after she lowered herself completely. In a few moments, she was taking my entire length into her wetness.
“Holy crap…this feels…amazing, but I’m not…”
“Going to…” she gasped as she lowered herself down my glistening cock.
“Last,” she said.
“Me neither,” I said as I reached up and grasped her waist in my hands.
I had a plan, but I wanted to kiss her. As I tossed my head back, I thrust myself up slowly, pushing myself as deeply into her as her body would allow. As
my cock bottomed out inside of her, she grunted and leaned forward, collapsing onto my chest.
“Kiss me,” I said as she began to slowly work her hips back and forth, working against the center portion of my cock like a woman possessed.
I had a few inches left that were seeing little action.
As our lips met, I kissed her passionately, my hands still resting against her waist. As she became lost in the kiss, I bit into her lower lip and unleashed my inner sexual beast. Now working my hips up and down as rapidly as I was able, I thrust my cock in and out of her without mercy.
I eagerly watched my entire length disappear into her wet pussy repeatedly. Her gasps of joyous pain and sheer pleasure into my mouth fueled me to further continue the pace of my attack. As I pounded my hips up against her thighs and ass, my cock fought for space in her tight but willing hole.
As I continued to watch in amazement, our lips finally parted and she rested her head against my shoulder.
“Your pussy is tiny,” I said between breaths.
“Well, your cock is huge,” she breathed against my shoulder.
I felt her pussy beginning to contract. I continued my pace and pressed my hands upward against her shoulders, lifting her chest from mine slightly. As her breasts bounced from my repeated punishment of her pussy, I leaned forward and began to squeeze and suck each one, alternating between them after a few seconds focus on each. Working her nipples between my upper row of teeth and tongue, she immediately began to moan and her eyes widened, exposing bright blue orbs filled with pleasure. With my cock feeling as if it were going to burst into flames, she began to groan and collapsed onto my chest.
Now in full blown climax, her pussy squeezed my cock like a vise. Two more strokes and I was done, my joy exploding into the confines of the condom. As I reached climax, she groaned into my shoulder, biting me repeatedly as she did.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
“You…” she said as she lifted her head.
“Feel…”
“Incredible…”
“I love you,” she breathed.
I wasn’t certain how I would respond if she ever directly told me she loved me. As odd as it seemed, and as strange as the entire circumstance felt, I responded from well within my heart. In some respects, I believe I knew long before we made love how I felt, but now, after the night we had together, and what we shared - some form each side of the spectrum of feelings - I knew my response was heartfelt.
I studied her as she gazed beyond me and toward the wall. Rain was so much more than what could be described as beautiful. Beautiful women typically caused men to do or say stupid shit, or ask them on a date when they didn’t even know anything about them. Rain was the type of woman who would cause a man to separate himself from family and friends for fear of losing one moment with her, rob a bank just to buy her a dozen roses, or even commit murder. Rain was so much more than even a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Rain was just, well, Rain. She clearly defined beauty, and every other beautiful woman on this earth was merely trying to mimic her.
“I love you too,” I said as I leaned forward and kissed her.
“I’m so glad you decided to love me,” she said.
I narrowed my gaze and cocked my head to the side. “Decide to love you? I didn’t decide.”
Her face immediately filled with wonder. “What do you mean?”
“Love happens. We don’t choose love, love chooses us. When the time comes, love taps us on the shoulder. I think as long as we’re not too preoccupied to feel the touch, love simply happens.”
“Interesting concept,” she said.
After a moment of staring intently at her face, and thinking about my feelings, I grinned.
“The three most valid points in our life are when we’re born, when we die, and when we fall in love. We don’t get to choose when we’re born, nor do we get to choose when we die. I don’t believe we get to choose when it is our heart decides to open up for another person, either. I certainly didn’t. If life were a book, being born would be the beginning, dying is without a doubt the ending, and falling in love the climax,” I said as I reached for the hair which had begun to obstruct her eyes.
I lifted the shiny strands high and released them onto her ear, allowing it to hold them from falling onto her face. As I became lost in her simple beauty, her lips parted slightly and she spoke softly in response.
“I don’t think falling is love is the climax. I think falling in love is everything in between,” she said.
Everything in between.
The thought of feeling the way I felt, and having the feeling remain until the last chapter of my life was heartwarming.
“I want that,” I said without consciously making the decision to speak.
“What?”
I reached for her chin and tilted her head to face me. As our eyes met, I smiled. “The everything in between.”
RAIN
My life was quickly becoming a dream come true. Ethan and Cade were as caring and kind with me together as they were apart. Looking beyond what I expected would be the public’s view of my relationship with the two of them, I saw nothing but a bright future ahead. Maybe I was as naïve as Cade had once indicated, but I didn’t think so. If we wanted the relationship to work, it would. All we had to do was want.
And more than anything, I wanted my happily ever after with the two men I so dearly loved.
“So you said you’d tell me about Ethan. What was the deal about him being a computer hacker?” I asked over my shoulder as I finished brushing my teeth.
“Oh, I forgot. Sorry. I was going to tell you the other day. Okay come sit,” Cade said as he patted the cushion on the couch beside him.
Eager to learn more about Ethan, and finding it odd he was once a computer hacker, I skipped over to the couch and sat down beside Cade.
“Okay so I told you he was a mathematical genius, right?” he asked.
I nodded my head. “Yep.”
“Well, to understand computers is to basically understand math. They’re a series of problems, numbers, and stuff like that. Ethan was a natural, I guess. As a kid, before he was a regular genius he was a computer genius. Well, he got in trouble for hacking when he was young, and they basically slapped his hand. And then, when he was a little older, he did it again.” He paused and ran his fingers through his hair, clearing it from his eyes.
“And?” I asked.
He held his hands to his mouth, covered it for a moment, and then as he pulled his hands away he continued, “He got in a lot of trouble. He ended up going to prison for a while. I don’t know all of the details, and it doesn’t really matter, but it’s why he got a late start on college. And that’s where he got the tattoos on his knuckles, and maybe a few others, I don’t know. But he did tell me he got the knuckle tattoos in prison. I’m kind of surprised he didn’t tell you already.”
“Oh wow. I wondered about that. I mean, not a lot, but like the day I met him, I remember wondering about the tattoos on his fingers. Huh, a computer hacker. That’s kind of funny. So, he doesn’t do it anymore?” I asked.
Cade shook his head. “Nope. He doesn’t want to go back to prison. I mean, who would, right?”
“I suppose not. And yeah, I don’t know. Nobody, I’d guess,” I responded.
The thought of Ethan spending time in prison didn’t trouble me; if anything, it intrigued me. In some ways, it made me think that he and I were more alike than I had already thought. Although I’d never been to jail or prison, in some respects I’d been incarcerated for my entire life at home as a little girl. I also felt being homeless would have to be similar to being in prison – you’re stripped of all of your belongings, and left with nothing but time and what little space you have that you can call your own. The more I made comparisons, I realized it didn’t matter if you were in prison or homeless - the space you occupied wasn’t even yours, and long after you were gone someone else would take it over and begin the process again.
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bsp; I glanced at Cade. There was no sense going on and on about it. I decided I’d give Ethan an opportunity to tell me about it at a later date. As Cade shrugged and grinned, I shook my head.
“You’re cute,” I said.
“Is that good?” he asked as he glanced down toward his lap.
“It’s wonderful,” I responded.
He widened his eyes as he looked up. “Is Ethan cute?”
I shook my head and laughed. “No. Ethan’s, I don’t know. But he’s not cute.”
After a moment’s thought, I continued.
“Ethan’s handsome,” I said.
“He’s handsome and I’m cute. Perfect,” Cade complained sarcastically.
“Look. Stop making comparisons. You’re cute, and I love you for it. I love you for all you are. I love Ethan for different reasons, but to be jealous, it’s just…” I hesitated and shook my head. “Jealousy is a way of telling me you don’t trust me. There’s nothing to be jealous of. I love both of you, and it’s not going to change. I’ll always love you, and I’ll always love him. Okay?”
He inhaled a deep breath, nodded his head once, and exhaled loudly. “Okay.”
As I studied him, he seemed to come into a calm state of being. Maybe what I said sank in. As he began to appear to be daydreaming, I continued to watch him, wondering all the while what he may be thinking.
“I have a question,” he said.
I slapped my hand against his knee, hoping to bring him back to earth. “Ask away.”
“I want to take you to Denver to meet my mom and aunt. I don’t know if I’m ready to tell them about the entire thing, but I want to tell them about you. Your thoughts?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” I responded excitedly.
Cade grinned as he placed his hand on my thigh.
“I think we should tell Ethan,” I said.
“Oh, by all means. I think we should invite him too. But I don’t want to tell them about all of us. I don’t know, maybe I’ll feel differently when we’re there, but I doubt it,” he said.
The thought of meeting Cade’s mother made me feel as if he was taking things between us to an entirely different level. Maybe he didn’t intend to, but his offer was making me feel much more secure in our relationship.
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