Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and it was created solely by me as the author. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to characters, real life people, or things are all happenstance, though my appreciation to those who have
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
