Maisy

This is a small excerpt taken from a much longer story I have written and was considering uploading. I really love to write, feedback welcome, thank you!

Jon

"Well... this doesn't have to be a big deal."

"Feels like a pretty big deal to me." I was sitting on her bed and I suddenly regretted answering this evening's knocks.

"Is it crass to say this wouldn't be a really big deal, at least, to me?" Her eyes flashed with an emotion that I couldn't place, then it was gone.

"Okay..." I said.

"I'm not trying to be insensitive. I like you," she shrugged nonchalantly, "I like your body. I think you like mine, why can't we just have a good time together?"

"Well, you have to agree it's more than that, this is more... It's more than a one time fling with someone you will never see again, you have to admit that."

"I can... But it doesn't have to change anything unless we let it." She opened her eyes to me, as if saying, 'and we would never do that!'

I sat quietly on her bed with my hands in my lap.

"Life can be so short, I'd hate to waste this moment because you fear change... or progression... or honesty," she raised her arms as she said this, like a little interpreted dance but I frowned.

"You think I fear those things?"

"Do you?" Now she sat still, quiet, hands on her knees.

And I didn't want to admit it, I would have liked to think she was wrong, but again she proved to know things about me that I had yet to realize in myself.

"I don't want to fear those things," I muttered to the ground.

"Then kiss me," she said, and I looked up at her face.

But I hesitated and she added, "no one will ever know."

And I released a little air and closed my eyes. I imagine my hands on her face, but it felt too sudden, too real, and I realized just how scared I actually felt.

I looked at her, again, into her bottomless eyes of brilliant blue, a window into a crisp spring morning, a window into a soul so fearless spirited, I long to mirror her ways. I ached to mimic her tenacity. I needed to be brave in this moment, to prove to myself and to her I was alive- that I existed and was too allowed to make a choice. That I didn't have to choose to run, but that I could decide to stay.

Maisy

I knew if I could say the words, then he would stay, I knew he would, and so I said them.

"I've tried to ignore it, tried to make it stop, but it's no use... I need you, Jon... Please," I pleaded as I stroked the top of his hand, his knee, his shoulder as he looked right at me. At me and into my eyes, deeply into places I often kept closed. Down within, passed doors he demanded me to open, and I obeyed, handing over whatever he needed, whatever access was required for him to say yes was the access I granted as I waited with my hands on his arm.

He grabbed my knees, which were bare under my shorts, and stroked their soft inner flesh with his thumbs as I exhaled into a hard stirring within my core. He sighed a release of breath from deep in his throat, making my heart pound.

"Does that feel good?" Slowly inching forward, he whispered above my ear.

"Um hum," I purred as he felt me, the rounded dunes of my flesh beneath his firm hands.

"Touch here," I requested as I moved his hand for him- to my collar. His fingers grazed the skin under my sweatshirt as I traced my hand down his arm to his elbow. I moaned as his hand slid beneath the fabric to envelope my shoulder.

We both froze, for a moment, caught in each other's eyes, blazing bright and bold, eyes thanking one another as the tension rose, eyes begging for more, complaining about distance, yearning for fruition.

I scooped my head into the crook of his neck to stroke his skin with the tip of my nose. His hands were on my back, mine at his sides, pulling myself in.

My eyes were closed and I smelled his skin, dewy and clean, like Dove and electricity. I kissed his hair, coarse and clipped short behind his ear, prickling my lips as my womb throbbed.

I moved my hand down his chest to his stomach and he kissed me, rushed, frantic, like if he didn't hurry this would just end. Just end and he'd have missed his chance so he held my head in his hands and captured my lips.

I just wanted his pants off but he was lifting my sweatshirt. Underneath I pulled off my tank top, revealing a plain black bra. But the fabric was silky and Jon drew his fingers across the tops of the cups as I shivered.

"Are you cold?" He asked, but I didn't trust my voice so I just shook my head no as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed just below my chin.

He somehow maneuvered us both up the bed as he laid me on my back and steadily went to work with his hands and mouth about my body as I tried to reciprocate, but my mind was as ablaze as my core. I pressed my hips forward while simultaneously melting into the bed. It was more of having something being done to me than me doing something, but I didn't mind because Jon was trailing kisses down my stomach and his wide hands centered my hips before he looked up at me and asked, "Is this okay?"

And his long fingers were fondling the button to my shorts, I whimpered a response that meant yes, and somehow he understood because suddenly I was uncovered and a warm touch gently met my most sensitive spot.

"Maisy?" He asked, while gently grazing me up, then down, "if I'm hurting you, or doing something you don't like, tell me, okay?"

But my eyes were sealed closed, I groaned and pressed my cunt down against his hand.

He chuckled and kissed my belly button, traced a circle around it, slowly, with a single fingertip. He squeezed my left breast atop my bra, and I tried to grasp the slightly longer strands of hair at the top of his head and push his attention back down. I needed pressure against me, I needed that missing piece to be pressed up inside, I needed to be completed.

And Jon went straight to work. He kissed my inner thighs and watched me shudder before dampening me with the scope of his kiss. His tongue was inside me and I simply existed. I'd never felt my skin as an organ more so than now, as it sparkled and crackled from my scalp to my toes as Jon licked and lapped and touched me.

Strange noises escaped my tight lips until he fed me with a finger from his hand. Slight at first, barely moving, more so exploring than demanding, he licked and massaged me with said finger as I cemented into the bed.

I felt cozy, safe, free to enjoy, free to give myself over as I grasped again for his hair, opening my eyes and pulling his face up to tell him, "harder."

Because it's nice to be treated like a delicate flower, nice to be baited on and soothed, but my body had been frantically building and my need was caving in.

And he obeyed immediately, suddenly his smoothing lips puckered to suck, one finger became two or three as my eyes zipped shut again. My mouth now hung open, stringing out emotions and demands. More... Harder... Please... Fuck!... Oh My God!... YES!

And I was falling; soaring through the air as wind ran across my skin, making me hot. I was falling down, down, and my muscles slammed downward from my core. Shuttering again, and again, and again, my orgasm slammed against Jon's fingers as he groaned, longingly looking at his hand crammed inside me, pressing his hips into the bed.

As his fingers slipped out he gave my tender clit a kiss that made me press my knees together, almost shuttering again.

He moved over me on the bed, on all fours, and nuzzled our temples together, then swiftly bounded off the bed saying, "give me a sec," as he headed towards the bathroom.

My body felt fresh and new. Like a budding flower or new fallen snow, I felt pure and whole, but then Jon came back and laid beside me and I realized I'd been a fool, because this is what feeling whole meant. Feeling whole meant, at least for now, that this man would have me and I would have him. We could make this exchange and double in size, a doubling of the quantity of all things good. And I would let him give as I wanted to give to him. I snuggled into him, placing my head and hand on his chest, and told him, "I want to touch you, now."