I looked down at Simone sleeping softly beside me and could hardly believe my good fortune.
Just hours ago we had been married...a union that, until six months ago, seemed virtually impossible. Oh, I had tried and tried, but she was enamored with another just as much as I was enamored with her. Over the years I had remained around the family, loving her every moment, doing what I could for her, caring for her children, seeing to as much of their needs as I could. Call me a friend, call me a faithful dog, call me a fool. But I wanted to be around her constantly, despite her claims of liking me only as a friend and not wanting to ever get married again.
Her cries for help kept coming, though. Mostly financial, but sometimes supportive. I was always glad to be there for her, though sometimes I felt used. However, I loved her, really and truly loved her, and that made me stick things out.
The breakthrough came with her eldest daughter. She was putting herself and her mother through hell. Simone couldn't take it. As naive as she was about her children's actions, her children were her life. She thought the world of them, struggled to give them the best upbringing she could, and it broke her the day she found out it didn't take with Andrea.
She had called me crying into my cell phone. I wasn't two minutes away from her house and, filled with worry, I stopped by. She sat on her couch, heaving with sobs. I sat beside her, uncertain what to do. Gingerly, I put my arm around her shoulder and held her, scared to death that she would pull away or brush my arm off. She didn't. In fact, she curled her feet on the couch and leaned further into me. I felt her bare shoulder and arm under mine and started, despite myself, to get hard.
She was wearing a sleeveless top, one that showed off her perfect shoulders and toned arms. Her pants were really short and hid little of her trim legs. I took in all of this, closed my eyes, breathed deeply and hugged her closer to me.
She responded to this and put her right palm against my chest and adjusted herself so that her knees were touching my thighs. I put my left arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to me. I kissed her forehead and shuddered, grasping her tighter.
When I relaxed my hug, she looked up at me. Her normal defiance and self assuredness were gone from her eyes. Instead there was a certain hurt and vulnerability there. There was also something soft, something questioning.
She took a deep breath and her hand slid from my chest onto my lap. Suddenly, it contacted my hard-on and my eyes opened in shock. She pulled her hand away suddenly. I was now very embarrassed.
"Why are you hard?" she asked.
"Because I'm holding you," I said.
"If just holding me makes you like that, me naked would give you a heart attack."
"It would be quite a beautiful way to die."
"Well, I'd better not chance killing you," she smiled.
"No, no. I'd rather like to take the risk."
"I bet you would."
"We'll start slow, like an experiment. With a kiss. If there is no adverse reaction, we could go further, see what happens. You know, stop just before my heart attack."
"I'll hire a nurse to run the experiment on you. Listen, we talked about this before," She started to pull away. "I..."
She didn't finish, for I'd suddenly put my lips on hers and was grasping her tight, kissing her. I pulled her into me and gave her everything with the kiss. I expected her to push me away, she didn't. When we broke apart, I expected a slap, it didn't come. Instead, she just sat there with her eyes closed.
"Simone," I stroked her hair, the side of her face. Her shoulder, down her arm. In doing so, my palm brushed downward along her right breast. She didn't react. My hand continued down her arm to hold her hand.
"Simone," I whispered again, and took my hand and stroked her right cheek. I let my hand fall, this time down the center of her chest and this time, when it met her breasts, I let it linger over her right breast. Her nipple got hard under my hand. I began to caress it.
"Oh, Simone," I said and leaned her back onto the couch. I lay over her, propped on an arm and stared down at her. Her eyes were still closed, Her mouth was partly open. I kissed her eyes, then her cheeks, then her closed lips. My right hand found her face and shoulder and then her left breast. I massaged it through the blouse a moment while kissing her face and neck. Then my hand roamed down and moved under her shirt, lifting it slowly until her small, braless breasts were exposed.
Her breasts weren't quite a mouthful, but they filled me up. Milky white with bright red nipples, they were perfectly shaped for me. My heart beat fast and my body was shivering at the prospect of finally touching those breasts that had been the center of my fantasies for so long.
"Why are you shaking," she asked.
"Nervous," I said between mouthfuls. "I'm afraid I'll do something wrong and you'll tell me to stop."
She wrapped her arms around my back and squeezed me tightly. I continued sucking on her breasts and massaging her body with my hands. She began rocking her pelvis against mine, and my hard on was getting quite stimulated with the rubbing. After a few minutes, I started kissing downward from her breasts. Across her rib cage, down her stomach, lined with pretty stretch marks from her babies, to the top of her shorts. Now was the moment of truth...would she let me?
I found the catch to her pants and loosened it. She raised her buttocks slightly and I started peeling them off, panties and all. Her pubic region slid into sight. Then, a little further down, the V of her vulva. I was looking at Simone's vagina! I slid the pants off while caressing her bum, thighs and legs, all the while anxious to get back up to that treasure spot. But I lingered on her long legs, though. Kissing her tattoos and stroking her smooth skin. I worked my way up between her legs, spreading them slightly to get my head in between. I don't normally go down on women, but I just had to give Simone a treat for the gift she was giving me.
I licked lightly at her pubic region, gingerly testing the taste, hoping that it wouldn't be too strong. It wasn't. In fact, it smelled fresh bathed and did not taste strong like other women's do. I licked further, searching for her clitoris and, once finding it, sucked it between my two front teeth. This caused her to gasp and I did it again. This time I sucked in and held it between my teeth with my lips and let my tongue flick rapidly across it. She bucked upward and grasped my head, holding me to her. I licked faster and heard her breath. Shallow and ragged. Her hips shivered slightly, and I released her clitoris, a treat to come back to in a few minutes. I went exploring with my tongue. My lips kissed her vulva and my fingers probed for her opening. I found it, licked a finger and inserted it, then followed with my tongue. I darted it in and out rapidly and circled it along the rim. I searched for a spot that would make her react, but, not finding it, had to retreat as my jaws got tired. I went back to sucking on her clitoris and immediately got a reaction. This was her spot and I spoiled her with it.
Minutes later, while her body was still shuddering in orgasm, I slipped my pants and shirt off. I lay down over her and pressed my chest to hers...I wanted to feel her stiff nipples rubbing into my chest. I closed my eyes and savored the experience. I was in heaven. But I had higher to go and knew it. I lifted off her chest and stared downward into her eyes. She smiled and I knew my moment. I raised my hips and felt my penis straining out harder than it had ever been. It felt as if, had I stayed raised above her, it would have grown and stretch to reach inside her. I didn't wait to find out. I drew downward between her legs, felt my prick jump as it brushed her public hair, and slid slowly onward. I felt a smooth, wet patch, and suddenly, my head was in her. I felt the skin around her opening give way to slick moisture and the folds of pink flesh parted for me. I surged inward, she was so wet, and felt her skin gripping my penis. A quarter of the way in, I pulled back slightly and moved slowly forward, giving her a chance to get used to the fit.
I heard her whisper my name and I pushed a little deeper. Her hands stroked my back and she arched her hips toward me. I pushed in all the way and she gasped, collapsing onto the couch. I stayed still a moment, pressed hard into her, savoring this moment of being completely inside Simone at last.
"Oh, my God, Simone, this can't really be true. You feel so good, so perfect."
She responded by hugging me tighter and wrapping her legs around me. I started moving in and out, while kissing her face, her breasts and, most importantly, those perfect shoulders.
Our rapture was not sudden, not rapid and groping, not over too soon. No, we fit into each other like a well oiled machine whose parts had been separated far too long. We moved against each other with grace and ease, experiencing in the newness of feeling each other, marveling at how well our bodies seemed to know each other.
I moved against Simone, feeling the rub of her insides against me just as I felt the rub of her flesh outside me. I savored making love to her just as she seemed to enjoy having me in her at last.
