One Morning Four Months In

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inspired

my works is immense. YSI, my friend.

Author's Note:

This is a stand-alone piece. I felt inspired after waking from a dream, and I went with it upon the encouragement of a friend. Questions and comments are welcome. Please take the time to rate this story also. I hope everyone will be kind.

One Morning, Four Months In

I awoke in his arms. I needed to stretch, but I didn't want to wake him. I jostled just enough to feel his movements beneath me.

"Mmm, good morning," he greeted me and ran his large hands up my back and along my arm. Oh, how I loved to feel his warmth, his grasp on my skin. My naked body was pressed to his, though nothing had happened since we'd fallen asleep the night prior.

"What time is it?" I asked and kept my face turned from his so he wouldn't smell my breath. I hadn't had any complaints before, but I didn't want to give him a reason to see me differently.

"Still early," he answered and sighed. "We have hours. I was just lying here watching you sleep and enjoying the way your body molds to mine."

"Am I imposing on your..."

"Shush, woman," he scolded playfully and brought me closer to his body. "I have a hot, naked body pressed against mine. What kind of fool would complain about that?"

"Well, I don't want to-"

He reached under my chin and brought his mouth down onto mine. I squeaked in surprise, but soon felt myself melting against him. He turned his head and led me into another delicious kiss that had my toes curling, my arms reaching to wrap around him, and my nether area preparing. Oh, I'd made love to this man, yes, but this was different. The way my body was yearning for him was beyond anything with which I was familiar.

"Mmm," I moaned and gave him one more kiss when he was finished rocking my world with that sexy tongue he'd been sharing with me. "Any chance you'd wanna make love with me?" I asked and smiled as he raised his eyebrows at me a few times.

"Was hoping you'd ask that," he shared and moved out from beneath me as I turned to lie on my back. I knew this wasn't going to be the only way we engaged in this activity, but from the few times we'd done this, I knew starting this way was how the fun tended to begin.

We were both ready, so no foreplay was going into effect. I knew how much he loved the way I demonstrated my enjoyment, so I ran my fingers up my body from my belly button up to my breasts, cupping them upon arrival.

Mmm

, I love how he watches me. I tweaked my nipples and arched my back as it inspired him to choose that exact moment to slide his dick along my slit. Shit, that felt good.

"Yeah, baby. I know you like that," he coaxed as he continued sliding his cock up and down, teasing ever so slowly the entry into my hot pussy.

"Give it to me," I begged and reached out to pull his body closer so he'd enter me. I needed him, I

yearned

for him to become part of me.

"Mmm, you

do

want that, don't you?" he teased as he let the head enter me. Oh, fuck, that was what I wanted.

"Yes, baby," I purred and raised my arms to slide up his chest. "Fill me with that hard, sexy cock."

"As you wish," he hissed and slid inside me until our groins were pressed together. His groans were telling, and his hands were holding my hips as he prepared to move within me. The sensations were too great to just start hammering away.

The light in his eyes changed focus suddenly. He moved to lie on my body as he slowly made gentle sliding motions to keep the movement in check. "This is what it's supposed to be like, isn't it?" he whispered. "I've never... I mean, it's just different with you. I want you to be pleased. I crave for you to feel as good as I do when I'm inside you. Do you? Can you? Is it like that for you?"

"

Mmm

, yes," I confessed and leaned up to kiss him. He was right too. There was nothing like the sensations I felt when he was inside me. Sure, I'd been with other guys. Usually, it was the guy's pleasure which maintained the focus, and I might get mine afterwards if I didn't get the attention first. As I got older, the needs changed for both me and the guys. Nothing, however, was like

this

.

From the beginning, things were different with him. The connection was almost immediate. The desire to be together was foreign for us both. I'd been single for a long time, and he'd been on his own for a long time too. There was a slight age gap, but the older one gets, the less that makes a difference to anyone, really.

We kissed, our tongues tangling sloppily and sexily as our bodies meshed as one. Every stroke he made managed to find an erogenous zone. My body had a magnetic effect with his like no other. He pulled from the kiss to look into my eyes. I knew what he was asking without the words being said. He'd asked once, and there'd been an understanding since then. He wanted to be sure that I was being pleased, that I was enjoying what he was doing then, or he'd change the position to accommodate me. Just the idea that my pleasure was what he cared about most made my "pleasure" gush around his thrusting cock which was pistoning within me.

I nodded and assured him that it was all good,

sooooo

good. We kissed again and moaned as the level of our contentment rose through the ranks towards our impending orgasms. From the first time we had coupled, we'd managed to be in sync. It had been slow and a little bit awkward, but once I realized how much he wanted to please me and see me be pleased, I let go of my uneasy feelings and surrendered to the pleasure. Good

Lord

, did I learn about pleasure that day.

I released from the kiss to let out a loud sigh. I knew he knew what it meant. I was getting close. This had been so foreign at first because I'd never come during sex, but since meeting him, it was the only way it

could

be. And to make things even sexier, it wasn't the only way I came, and I usually got to experience that multiple orgasm effect every time we engaged in these acts. And

oh

, how good he was with me.

I felt his eyes on me as I continued moaning my delights with all he was doing to me. I made sure to tighten my pelvic muscles now and then to give him back as much pleasure as he was giving me. Like I had mentioned, that first time had been awkward, but we discussed things as they happened, and he shared how he felt and encouraged the same of me. The more open I was, the more we enjoyed our time together.

"Mmm, you minx," he hissed as I squeezed particularly tightly around his shaft as he was completely inside me. I smiled knowing he already knew what it meant. One, it felt good, which is all I ever wanted him to feel, and two, he knew I was getting close to my own release. "I love how you communicate with me. I love-

mmm

," he moaned suddenly in between his words and smiled wickedly, "I do love how you speak to me that way," he amended when he'd gained his composure enough to finish his thought process. "Come with me. Let's keep the streak. Come with me, Kare."

He knew what my name on his lips did to me.

Bam!

One step closer to that release which only he could give me. I moaned and slid my legs around his body to rest my heels on his ass. That sweet, sexy ass had me feeling all kinds of sexy every time I got to touch it, feel it, or press up against it. I put pressure on him and felt him groan as he was forced closer still.

"I'm close, babe," he whispered in my ear as he thrust into me. I nodded my head against his and allowed the rubbing of my clit along with the simple knowledge that this man was about to come inside me to do the work to bring me to completion.

"Yes, yes, yes, right there," I whispered and turned my face to meet his face. We kissed passionately and moaned into each other's mouths. I felt it, that familiar feeling surfacing and tightened my muscles around him once more.

"Damn, babe, shit," he chided and quickly pressed his lips to my lips before resting his forehead on mine. "Come with me," he whispered and grunted as his first shot of cum laced the walls of my insides. Feeling that sensation pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as spasm after spasm washed over me. The more my muscles contracted around his dick, the harder he shot his semen inside me. As usual, it was blinding and earth-shatteringly amazing. He held me as I became still and kissed me a few times as he remained inside me.

I smiled as I remembered the first time we'd made love. I cried. The emotions overtook me. I had never felt so amazing and wonderful and cared for in all my life... and I cried.

Oh!

I was so embarrassed. But what did he do? He caressed my cheek, told me how amazing that had been for

him

, and held me until I got myself under control. We talked about it afterwards, and that was when he admitted that he'd felt emotional too. It didn't freak him out that I had cried. It actually drew him to me even more.

"As usual," he began to say as he brought me out of another of my cherished memories, "that was amazing. This middle of the night, impromptu thing is one of my favorites."

"Oh?" I teased and rubbed my nose on his. "And what are the other favorites you have?"

"Morning, afternoon, before dinner, after dinner, evening, and bedtime," he answered with a shrug. "Every time with you is my favorite, and we've nailed each of those." He sniffed a laugh. "Get it?"

"Yes, you're punny," I answered and shook my head.

As he pulled out of me, we both made noises of displeasure of being separated, even though we both knew we'd be connected once again shortly. It was only ever the way it had gone so far, and since we both thoroughly preferred it that way, the idea of changing things up was hardly entertainable. He lay on his side and caressed my right breast before leaning down to run his tongue over my left nipple.

"

Mmm

, you always taste so good," he mumbled as he toyed between licking and sucking on the now aroused part of my breast. It had been hard since I'd woken up, but his mouth on it brought it to a whole new level.

I felt like I needed to tell him something. We'd been dating for four months, together pretty much since we'd met. For the past two months, we'd been sleeping together. Our intimacy had been slow going at the beginning, and it had been mutual. I was open and honest about my hesitation to get involved with someone in that way, and he appreciated my desire to get to know one another first, and then see what happens.

I looked down at him as he continued feasting on me and smiled at the memories. Even on our first date, the draw to one another was there. He'd been such a gentleman. He opened doors for me, and he paid (even when I argued that I was happy to do my part). We shared a dessert. He was nice to the server and made her laugh without making me feel awkward about him engaging with another woman. In fact, she even wrote a note to me on her little memo pad as we were leaving telling me that I had a great guy and to enjoy it. Her shiny diamond which she wore on her left hand indicated that she knew a good one when she saw one.

He asked me questions to get to know me better, and he held my right hand as we walked down the street. "No woman should walk near the street when accompanied by a man," he'd indicated and kissed my fingers before continuing on with another inquiry about my interests.

When we had gotten to my door, he cupped my cheek and asked if I would allow him the pleasure of a good night kiss. While momentarily losing the strength in my knees, I gathered my wits about me and nodded shyly. As our lips met, I held his arms.

Mamma Mia!

This boy could deliver a kiss!

Mmm

, just remembering it as we were lying there in bed made my whole nether section itch for more.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked as I rubbed my thighs together.

I smiled as I was busted. "Our first kiss," I confessed and giggled.

"

Mmm

, that was when I knew I'd found a woman who could kiss," he offered and kissed my breast once more before bringing himself up to lie with me so that we were facing one another.

"Whenever I think about it, I get a little warm in certain places," I teased and rubbed my legs together again dramatically.

"Oh, I like it when you get warm in certain places." I nodded and ran my hand along his chest. "In fact, I happen to know that you're already warmed up for round two." I nodded again and giggled. "And

that

means, I'm quickly getting ready for it too." He turned to lie flat on his back and motioned with his head for me to join him. Well, I mean... if that's what he

wanted

...

I turned and knelt on the bed so that I was facing his body.

Mmm

, it was my turn. I quickly positioned myself to be able to straddle him and let my wetness glide along his prick in doing so. It was intentional, and we both loved it. He reached up to hold my hips and smiled as I set myself up to sink down onto him.

Suddenly, he sat up. I wasn't sure how or why, but he was in my face with his arms wrapped around me, and I'd never felt such a connection. He had one hand behind my head and the other wrapped around my waist. I marveled at the way our bodies naturally molded together comfortably. We were connected in the obvious way, but now we were like artwork. Nothing about it felt awkward. His leg, my knee, his arm, my hand... we just fit.

He guided me to kiss him as our bodies clung together, and our connection grew deeper, if that was even possible. I was still moving my hips to ride him, but this kiss, this new position was changing things up. I liked it, I

loved

it, but it wasn't expected, and I was thrown off my groove. He certainly didn't seem to mind.

Kissing him was always pleasant, and with his hand behind my head, it was even hotter. I gave my all into that kiss, and the only other thing quite as full of effort was my ability to squeeze my muscles around his hard cock. Into my mouth, he groaned, and our lips came apart as we both let out sounds of pleasure and, well... rapture. The orgasms we were aiming for were rounding the corner, especially with my little Kegel stunt.

"Woman!" he growled and lifted his butt off the mattress to match my movements. I wrapped my arms around him and gasped. A few more thrusts, especially where his cock was thrusting

into

, and we were going to have our explosions.

"

Uhn!

" I exclaimed and felt myself thrusting and contracting and tightening around him as spasm after spasm rocked my world in those moments.

"Fuck, yes!

Mmm

, Kare," he hissed into my ear and began shooting his second load into my body.

Mmm

, every time we made love was the

best

time. And this time, he continued to hold me, to face me as we sat entwined together on the bed, and to caress me as we both came down from our exquisite coupling.

We kissed and hugged and remained connected. I kept feeling that nagging, though. I needed to tell him. I needed to make sure he

knew

, that he had no doubt, and, on the scary side, that he felt it too.

"I... I need to tell you something," I shared as I kissed his cheek and rested my ear on his shoulder.

"Oh, huh," he pondered as he turned to kiss my chin. "I feel like I need to tell you something too."

"You first," I offered, almost too quickly.

"Sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead," I encouraged.

"Kare, I am in love with you," he declared quietly and lifted his shoulder to have me face him so he could look into my eyes. "I love you. I have been falling in love with you since that first kiss, hell, since dinner that night hours before that kiss."

"I love you too," I confessed and nodded. Naturally, I had tears in my eyes. I'm an emotional soul. Anyway, I cupped his cheek and kissed him sweetly as he ran his hands up and down my back. Our naked, sweaty bodies continued to meld together naturally, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

As I sat back just a tad, he cupped my face and said the words which solidified my desires, my trust, and my belief in the fact that this man was my future, my soulmate, and my answer to many of my life's crazy and unanswered questions. "Karissa..."

***

So... the ending. I know what is said in

my

mind, but as a friend pointed out to me... I'm of the mindset that we need to use our imaginations more. What did YOU hear him say?

In

Bridgerton

, we hear not that the man "loves" her, but that he BURNS for her, that she is the BANE of his existence, and the OBJECT of all his DESIRES, that he is HERS. In

Pride and Prejudice

, she must know that everything he did was for her. And in

Austenland

, she needed to realize that she was HIS fantasy. "Tallyho!"