As much as I want to I think it will work against me. By verbalizing how special the moment is it stops the flow of what’s happening in the present. It breaks what we’re just starting and calls the attention back to me, not that I need anymore. He’s already giving me all the attention in the world. I feel like the only girl who’s on the face of the earth.
I’ll tell him later. Save it for a special moment down the road when I want to pull an ace out of my sleeve.
“And you smell like the forest in autumn after a thick, dense tree has been cut and milled for lumber,” I say as I take in his scent with a long deep inhale. “And you feel just as thick as the trunk of that tree. Just as strong a foundation,” I say as I place a hand on the side of his waist. “But unlike that tree you’ll never come tumbling down, only I will as you send me spiraling into ecstasy. But you’ll always be there, that rock that I can reach out and grab at any time to center me, to make me feel safe, to keep me grounded and at peace.”
“As beautiful as your words are,” he whispers into my ear, “I think those lips would be better served doing something else.”
“I can think of a lot of things I can be doing with them right about now.”
“But first, there can be only one thing,” he says.
His grasp on my cheek turns my head towards his and his lips come crashing down to mine as I feel like I’m taken back to that moment I was buzzed on New Year’s Eve when he kissed me. How it transported me to a place where I feel weightless and everything is perfect.
I feel his hand slide down my cheek to my neck, while his other hand slides around my waist. A breeze from outside cuts through the room, moving over my backside causing me to tense up which only heightens his touch.
He holds my chin gently as we kiss, while his other hand slides around in-between my legs.
He tantalizingly runs two fingers along my crease, covering his digits with my juices.
I feel his kiss pull away and my eyes open. I look at him as he looks at me so confidently, so assuredly, so perfectly. His fingers come between us and he slides them inside his mouth before wrapping his lips around them and then slowly sliding them out.
“You taste just like candy.”
A moan escapes my lips.
“And I’m going to have my candy dessert before I have my meal,” he says as he drops down into a deep squat.
His arms shoot in-between my legs and I feel the sides of my thighs against his biceps and suddenly I’m lifted in the air. His arms are bent at the elbow like a chair with his forearms rigid along my lower back. I wobble at the speed of his movement but his big hands clutch my back securing me in the literal interpretation of an armchair that he’s built with his muscles and it’s just for me.
I instinctively reach up, my hands finding a low spot in the ceiling. I press up against the white stucco surface as his pebbly tongue presses up and inside me.
“Ummmm,” I moan. I feel the tip of his tongue draw a figure eight along my folds before diving deeper inside me again.
He finds my clit, taking it in between his lips before flipping it over and over again sending my heart racing.
He releases my nub before burying his tongue inside me, his mouth pressing against my pubic bone.
I grind my hips on his face, using the bones of his chin and jaw as leverage as I slide my exposed clit from his lips to his face to his chin only to repeat it again and again in circles, diagonally, up and down, and totally out of control.
My wild, erratic movements send his tongue in and out of me chaotically as my arms shake and pieces of the ceiling fall onto my shoulders.
My middle tightens and I feel his biceps flex against the bottom of my ass cheeks as my feet dangle five to six feet off the floor.
My toes try and curl but my stilettos are too tight. My knees straighten instead causing my inner thighs to lock around his ears as my ankles cross behind his back and my pussy squeezes tight around his tongue.
I have his entire head in a leg lock and he continues exploring my pussy from my clit to my walls and deeper until I feel his tongue hit the spot.
“Ahhhh!” I say as I shudder releasing years and years of pent up fantasies onto his face as he continues devouring me and drinking me in…all of me.
My entire body continues to pulse and shake in uncontrollable sequences until finally I’m spent and I fall forward, catching myself as my chest finds the top of his head and my hands wrap around the back of his scalp.
I’m breathing hard and feeling limp, like everything that was inside of me is now out.
I can hear him breathing hard. His tongue has stopped and just like me he’s assessing what just happened.
I lean back into his armchair and look at him. His entire face is red from where I grinded my hips into him.
My initial thought is to apologize, but I catch myself and don’t. I know in a few hours our entire bodies will be red, sore, and completely used by the other.
He takes a few steps backwards and I realize he’s inching closer to the pool.
“Behind you,” I say.
“A quick cool off to balance out all that heat,” he says.
His foot feels for the edge and when he finds it he centers himself and let’s himself fall backwards, me with him.
He turns on the decent protecting me and allowing me to land on my bum. We hit the water and I feel the cool relaxing sensation overtake me, but it’s short lived.
I feel his teeth on my ass and suddenly feel myself spinning over as he walks us toward the side. He pins my back against the side of the pool, allowing me to be above water from the neck up while he’s completely submerged underneath…his entire body in the water and his entire tongue back inside me.
CHAPTER 30
Chance
I stand just outside the bathroom door toweling off. I’m looking at her laid out there on the bed thinking of everything I’m going to do to her.
In any other circumstance I would have already done it, but not tonight.
I wanted to take her in the pool, but somehow we resisted.
I wanted to press her against the shower and feel the warm water wash over us I slid inside her.
I wanted to take her on the countertop. On the balcony. On the floor.
I wanted to take her in any and every way possible, but first has to be the bed.
I want it too. It’s time to explore her. Take my time with her like a fine wine. Enjoy every subtle nuance of her being.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she lies there.
She showered first and she’s ready to go. She looks squeaky-clean all laid out on the pristine white sheets. She looks virginal lying there on top of those rose pedals. She might even be. I wouldn’t know, but it wouldn’t surprise me. I’m going to treat it like it is her first time regardless, because it’s our first time and that’s all that matters. Once she’s had me there can be no others. She won’t want anyone else and I won’t allow it either. There’s no way I’m letting this girl out of my grasp once I have her.
I toss the towel back into the bathroom, but don’t take my eyes off her. I flip the light switch and the room goes dark.
“Ut uh uh,” I say when she flips the switch for the light by the bed.
“But how are we going to see?”
“We’re going to feel. Our hands will be our eyes. It will slow us down and heighten our other senses.”
“No light at all?”
“Fireworks,” I say.
I hear her giggle and I reach for the box of matches. I’ve planned for this too. I am a visual person so I’m not about to go completely dark. I want to see that body of hers and see her face when she melts in my hands like putty. I’m going to watch her expression as I mold her and twist her and turn her taking her places she’s never seen, been, felt, or discovered before. I want to discover her as she discovers herself.
“Voilà,” I say as the candle flickers to life. I take the match and light the other two. There are three c
andles in all, strategically placed, so I can see just enough of her from every angle.
“Very romantic,” she says. “I am totally impressed.”
“Get used to it,” I say. And I mean it. I could taste this girl from head to toe for life and still not have enough time with her. When it comes to her everything in my mind says more. More time together. More nights like these. More of a connection than I could have ever imagined having…maybe ever.
I slowly get onto the bed and lean in, kissing her on the cheek. I’m on my hands and knees next to her kissing her cheek, then her neck, and then her collarbone…ever so lightly and ever so slowly.
I could do this from on top of her, but not yet. I don’t want to mount her now. It’s too sexual. I want this to be all about the romance. There will be plenty of sexual tension that we won’t be able to stop included later.
I place my finger on top of her breast, tracing its perfectly circular perimeter as I nibble on the collarbone of her opposite side.
She arches her back, pressing her breast harder against my lips. I pull my head back. Slowly, I remind myself. We’ve got alllll night.
My nibble turns into a playful bite causing her ear on that side to move towards her shoulder.
“Ooh,” she says.
I don’t respond. Saying anything would mean taking my lips from her skin and I’m not about to do that.
My fingertip continues along its path, but with each completed rotation it moves closer towards the middle…closer to her nipple.
A few minutes later I’m closer as I reach her areola, but just when she’s expecting me to touch her nipple I make the circles wider again, building up the anticipation even more.
“You’re torturing me,” she says.
“That’s the plan,” I say in-between kisses which now run along her shoulder all the way down to her fingertips.
Her body is squeaky clean, but I can still taste her through it all. We all have our own smells, it’s one of the hallmarks of police K-9 work, and right now there’s nothing pulling me from the scent of her and only her.
I make my way down to her hand, kissing the back as my circles complete their path to the outside of her breast. I take her breast in my hand, grabbing it softly, massaging it in-between my fingers. I slide my hand up and forward across her breast as I begin kissing my way back up her arm. My kiss turns into a slow drag of my tongue along the inside of her forearm as my grasp on her breasts firms in line with my dick.
I’m so hard it hurts, but I told myself I was going to be patient no matter what it takes. My promise to myself is being pushed to its limits right now. I just want to mount her. To claim her. To move my hips as I slide in and out of her feeling my cock part her opening before my tip finds her G-Spot sending her into another galaxy.
But not yet.
But my grip on her breasts gets even firmer, more aggressive, more wanting. I nibble on her elbow and by the third time it becomes closer to a light bite, as I hold her elbow in-between my teeth.
I hear her gasp and as I slide forward along the bed my cock brushes against the sheet. I can feel the precum and know I’m more than ready for her.
I move closer to her, my body gliding over the top of hers, and then my resolve starts to break.
I grab her far knee with one hand and her near knee with the other, opening them as my body slides in-between.
I grab the sides of her thighs and run my hands aggressively up to her hips and along the sides of her body, not stopping until I reach her shoulders. With her delicate shoulder in my grasp, I place one hand on the mattress as the other hand slides around behind her lifting her body up to meet mine. I pull her in close, feeling her skin touch mine from torso to thigh.
If feeling her body against mine feels this good imagine how good it’s going to feel when I’m finally inside her.
I bring my forearm down to the mattress, and her body along with it. I lay my weight on top of her and slide my forearms up beside her head as I kiss her mouth.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she says softly.
“No you’re not,” I say looking into those beautiful eyes of hers that shine in the candlelight.
“Yes I am.”
“No you’re not. Not until I say you’re ready.”
Her mouth opens and I slide my body down along hers until her pussy is right in my face, but this time I don’t taste her peach. I lift my torso up and run my hands along the insides of her thighs before kissing her right inner thigh as I stare into her eyes from my position in-between her legs.
I see her eyes locked in on mine, before they dart towards my cock.
“You’re so big.”
“You think you can take it all?”
“Yes. I want it all.”
“You want it all, but can you take it all?”
“I’ll take it all.”
“I’ll go slow, so you can open up like you have been all night. Not just all night. Since we met again. Seeing you again is like meeting someone so familiar and comforting, but also meeting and exploring an entirely new person at the same time.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“That’s the best thing,” I say. “I get the best of both worlds when I get you.”
“You get me,” she says. “I want you to get me. To get me now. To have me.”
“I’ll have you when you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” she says.
I take my eyes off hers, slowly following the curves of her body all the way down to her midsection. She’s absolutely right. She’s completely soaked as is the sheet.
“You can’t wait any longer, can you?” I ask as I lock back on her eyes.
“No. I want you now.”
“You want me now,” I say as I kiss her inner thigh again, but this time making my way closer to her prize, “but do you need me now?”
“I need you now. Right now,” she says.
I gently place her leg down on the bed and slide forward on my shins. I grab my cock in one hand and her ass in the other lifting her body so her pussy is in line with my dick. I place my cock at her entrance before leaning forward but making sure not to enter her.
“Take me, Chance. Fuck me. Make love to me. Do everything to me. Please.”
I can’t take it anymore. I’m the one who needs her.
I press forward slightly sending my tip through her folds but not quite in.
I take a deep breath and hold it. I close my eyes and slowly slide inside her as every muscle in my body tenses and time stands still. I’m hard from my dick to my toes, fingers, and even my face. My entire body is clenched as I continue giving her my length…slowly.
Once I can’t give her anymore I breathe out and all my muscles relax. I open my eyes again and see the ab-so-fuckin-lutely beautiful sight of this woman in complete euphoric ecstasy.
And it’s all because of me and that make me even harder, prouder, and more committed to what we’ve got than ever.
I guide my dick back feeling every millimeter of her walls along my shaft as I pull back, making sure to leave the head of my cock inside her. I only got halfway inside her that first pass. There’s still another half to go, but it’s going to take time. Time I’m looking forward to just as much as being inside her makes it feel like time has stopped.
I curl my hips forward sending my cock back inside her for a second time. This pass is almost as slow as the first.
But as we continue our hips begin to move in unison and the long, drawn out entrances and near exits become thrusts forward and violent pullbacks. Suddenly it’s as if a ten foot wave from the sea is crashing on the shore only to be sucked out by the tide then quickly replace by another crashing wave and then another and another.
The tenderness leaves us and now we’re fucking like our lives depended on it. Thrashing, throttling, and grinding. I feel myself sweating and my head spinning from the pleasure.
Her yells are met with my moans as
we guide each other through uncontrollable lust.
“I’m gonna cum,” she says quickly. “I can’t…ut…ut..uuuuuuuh!”
Her eyes open wide and her fingertips claw for the sheets as I feel her pussy clench around my dick which sends me to the same place as her, joining her as I unleash an absolute hurricane inside her throwing liquid in every direction as my sperm fight to be the luckiest of the lucky…the single one who wins the race as the survival of the fittest and is the strongest one to find its way to impregnating her.
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