We're sitting on the bed in our underwear and shirts, me in between his legs, with the TV playing unwatched in front of us. He's singing softly in my ear. I have my arms wrapped tightly around him with my hands knotted in a few ringlets of his hair.
"HEYYYY, SEXY LADY!" He grins and catches me when I nearly fall off of him at the sudden volume change.
I push him away playfully, put an angry face on, and shout, "What view?! WHAT SEXY LADY?!"
He pulls me close again and attacks my neck with a smattering of small kisses. They feel like butterfly wings. "You know who I'm talking about, miss."
"No I don't, mister. YOU must be crazy."
I kiss him back on the place where his cheek starts and his mouth ends, and he blushes slightly, so I say, "You're attractive too, you know."
"I just..."
"What?"
"I love you."
The 'butterflies' move from my neck to my heart. I still can't get used to him saying that, and it takes me a few moments to respond. "I love you too."
This time it's him that kisses me, but on the lips, and deeply, and then he places his hand between my shoulder blades and lays me down.
He moves his head down to my neck again, but this time, I feel his teeth. I get an intense throbbing feeling in the pit of my stomach - one of overpowering desire. I shiver as a mewl escapes my lips, which makes him cock his head and take on an impish grin. All of my nerve endings feel like they're on fire.
I run my hands down his sides and don't stop until the tips of my fingers are hooked onto the elastic of his boxers, which I use to pull him as close to me as possible. I hear him try to suppress a groan, then feel 'something' slightly stiffen between us. I raise my eyebrow.
Just then, a commercial for KY lubricant comes onto the TV and I can't help but give in to a fit of giggles until he says, "We won't be needing any of that.", and puts his hands up my shirt.
He runs the fingertips of one of his hands just under the bottom of my breasts; I bite my bottom lip so hard I think I'm going to bleed.
"What're you doin'?" My voice is starting to lose it's playfulness.
I'm not sure how calm I'm going to be able to remain in this situation, especially when, without answering, he's undone my bra in a heartbeat and slipped his hands under it, cupping and squeezing my breasts. I claw at his back and, not even trying to hide it this time, let out a clearly audible whimper in a wordless attempt to ask for more. This encourages him, and he doesn't waste any time pulling off my shirt, and then his shirt as well. He teases me with kisses to my sternum, then flicks my nipple with his tongue, and pinches the other one. I don't want this to stop, but I want to keep going further.
I roll us over so I'm on top looking down at him, now, and quickly move down to his thighs. He's looking down at me, so I wink at him, which makes him smile. I place my hands on his hips, and plant kisses on either side of the bulge in his boxers, which has swollen considerably. I want nothing more now than to let him have it, but the way he teased me earlier has made me want to bide my time just a little bit longer. So as not to be too cruel, I plant a kiss right on his groin. He clenches at my hair, inhales sharply, and lets his head fall back.
In one rapid movement, I've pulled off his underwear. His head shoots back up, and he smirks at me. I wrap my fingers around the shaft of his penis, and pull delicately while dipping my tongue onto his knob-end. He takes a sharp breath in, closes his eyes, and quivers, but he's not the only one enjoying this.
"How ya feelin'?" I ask, wanting to see if he can even talk.
Apparently he can't, "I'm, you...", not well, anyway.
I touch my tongue to him again, this time rounding the tip, and then I wrap my mouth around it and suck lightly. He's breathing heavily.
"Hmmm?"
"Please," he cries, "please."
I can't resist that, and when I take him all the way into my mouth, a moan of appreciation escapes his. He slides his fingers into my hair as I move my head up and down slowly, listening to his breathing quicken even more. He grips tightly and gently pushes his way deeper into my throat. I don't mind, and take him as deep as I can.
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I love her. I finally told her I love her, and now we're going to fuck. Well, make love, but... it wasn't exactly supposed to happen this way. Love does not equal sex with me, but I can't wait. We've both done this before, but now it feels different. She's so lovely, and I almost feel like we need to do this, now.
She's been 'going at it' so to speak, with my most sensitive parts, and I tighten my grip on her hair so I can push deeper into her mouth. She's still using her tongue, and definitely has me wrapped around her finger, wound more tightly after every thrust. After a bit, I'm so close that we have to stop or I'm gonna cum right now.
