I knelt around him, lifting my body from his and bouncing off of the bed. I walked toward the door with a purposeful swing in my hips.
Not so fast
I heard him behind me, felt his hands gripping my hips, pulling my bottom back into his swollen rig. Laughing, I gave him a few slow grinds. He kissed my bare back, sending a chilling weakness through my body. I collapsed back into him, my knees unable to support me. We fell back onto his bed, being sprung back into the air slightly. I doubled over with laughter.
Are you all right?
He spoke between fits of laughter. I felt his cheek warm on my bare back. Taking his hands in my own, I wrapped his arms around my waist.
You make me laugh.
I turned and faced him, my face taken by a sincere expression.
You make me love.
His hands started rubbing at my shoulders, sliding down my back. I felt the motion cease at the band of my bra, then continue, lingering over the thought of uncovering my breasts. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts fall heavy on my chest. He put his hands on my arms and slid the straps down slowly, savoring each uncovered inch. Throwing the bra to the ground, he cupped my breasts in his hands. I felt his fingertips, then his palms, touching my nipples with the varied textures of his hand. His tongue licked and sucked around my earlobe, but I burned for a deeper touch. Each movement of my body only agitated my core. I held his hand in my own, leading him down. He slipped his hand under my skirt, inside my panties. I felt the softness of his chin on my shoulder, watching my hips gyrate and lead him to my lips. He gasped as his finger slid between my lips and found hidden silky wetness. I released a shuddering sigh. With a hand on my hip, he slowly stroked circles around the inside of my lips, around my clit. I moaned, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. I removed my skirt and panties hastily. He found a pace with the rocking of my hips, sliding between my lips with his large fingers. In my breathless confusion, I moaned his name repeatedly, only fueling his motions. He laid me back on his bed and rested next to me, with his hand still touching me between my thighs. I could feel him, hard against the outside of my thigh. His lips kissed up my side, bringing my nipple into his mouth. In a crazed crescendo, he rubbed and sucked, reveling in my moans and sighs. I felt the tension rising within me. My hands gripped the bed linens.
I... I...
I felt the release. My back arched as I climaxed, his name accompanying every panting breath. His hand lingered, feeling the seizes of my body from between my thighs. He nuzzled his face against my neck and withdrew his hand, bracing himself on the bed next to me. I was completely naked, exposed. He lay next to me, completely clothed. I felt treasured, desired. But I felt such a need to please him, to make him feel the way he had made me feel, to make him ache and release with all the tenderness that two people could share. I slipped my hands up under his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. I unbuckled his jeans, slipped them off of his legs and ran my hands up the newly exposed skin. I breathed heavy, warm breaths on the thin material covering his rig. Looking up at him, I saw his eyes, clenched close, lips parted slightly with wanting anguish. I pulled his underwear down, tossed it behind me to the floor. I let my fingers run through the hair around his firm rig, leaning down slowly, still breathing heavily onto him. With the tip of my finger I licked from the base to the head of his rig, watching with delight as he shuddered, chill bumps forming on his thighs and stomach. I licked a circle around the head with the flat of my tongue, flicking once at the tip. He moaned, long and low, placing his sweating palms on my shoulders. I lowered my mouth onto his rig, only allowing his head into the hot wetness of my mouth. I slid my tongue around his head in careful circles, sucking with soft pressure on him. I massaged him with my lips, slipping down his shaft. His breathing was erratic, heavy, confused. This instilled a desire to please him within me, to see him seize and groan with feelings of sexual release. I gripped my hands into his thighs, feeling them growing tense and anxious as I sucked with more fervor. I watched his agitated expression, eyes closed, clenched, nervous.
Stop, stop. I'm..
I moved my lips away from his rig. He had a look of disappointment on his face, still wanting to climax.
It's ok
I laid down on the bed next to him, casting him an expression of desire. He searched my face, curious to my meaning, not wanting to accept too easily what he knew I wanted. I pulled him toward me, on top of me. Our bodies shook with the anticipation of new explorations, new sensations to be felt. I felt him penetrating my body, combining our heat. I trembled under the overcoming sensation, the closeness. He was inside me; we shared a connection. He looked down on me steadily, cautious, slipping out and in with tender, stroking motions. I put a hand on his neck, pulling him to my waiting lips. We struggled against each other, trying to find the give and take of thrusting hips. I felt him inside me, the ridges and shape that formed his rig. He brought his hands underneath me, gripping my bottom in the palms of his hands. He thrust my pelvis into him at a quickening rate, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feelings we shared. A tingling feeling passed through my legs. They shook as he slipped inside me, moving only inches, pushing and pulling. He pressed his face next to my own, warm with sweat and matted hair. I saw his eyelashes fluttering, his lips parted, letting out a relieved gasp as he climaxed inside me. The sight caught me, filled me with such sensuality that I was thrown over the sexual edge. He ran his hands through my hair as we caught our breath. He laughed slightly through his breaths. I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around him. He pulled his rig, lifeless with the release. The room's air hit my naked body with cool kisses. I slipped under the bed sheets, wrapping them tightly around my chilled body.
Room for two?
I grasped his hand and pulled him next to me, wrapping the blanket around him. I rested my head on his chest, our legs intertwined. He stared at me lovingly, admiring the afterlust beauties of sweat drips on my face and a calmed expression.
How can I miss home when all I've ever needed was right here waiting for me?
