The First Time She Came Over

This is my first submission...EVER. Lol. Please be kind. If you like it, great! Please leave comments and let me know. There are more parts, I'll put them up if there is interest. I'm not a professional, so there might be some things I missed, but hey, it's all in good fun. I hope you enjoy!!!!

The door closed behind them. He could not resist her lips any longer, he pushed her against the door as he fumbled with the deadbolt and chain. Hooking his finger under her chin, his breath caught in his throat as her eyes met his. Those liquid brown eyes, the color of good, dark rum; and just as dangerous. When their lips meet something sizzles through his body and he cannot hold back any longer. Their tongues begin to dance across each other. Each one probing, searching for the other. He craves her taste. The scent of her fills his nostrils and he is intoxicated. Pressing harder into her, his hands find hers and he pulls them up over her head. Holding both her hands in one of his, his other hand slides down over her curves, those undulating, smooth curves on a woman who has lived.

A woman who has had a tough life or has had children, the curves that a real man loves to explore and appreciate. The more she breathes into him, the more of her he needs. Their lips pressing into each other, tongues slithering like snakes over, under, back and forth. Finally, the stars stop exploding in his head and he releases her hands and breaks the kiss. It is then she realizes that her feet we not on the ground. In his need, he had lifted her off her feet against the door, the pressure of his body against hers pinning her in place. He shifts his weight and her feet touch ground again, but her knees are jelly. His hand wraps her waist, holding her so she does not crumble to the floor. Catching her breath, and balance, her eyes flutter. Her brain is still catching up to what just happened. The whirlwind inside her devastating her self-control.

Once she feels she can walk again, she grabs him by his belt buckle and whirls him around to lead him to the bedroom. She reaches out for his belt, but he surprises her with a little push. Not realizing how close to the bed she was, she ends up on her back; exactly where he wants her.

He reaches down and cups the heel of one foot. He slips off her shoe. Locking eyes with her, he brings her foot up to his lips and places a kiss on the top. He lays her foot down and repeats the process with the other foot. Holding her eyes with his. The air in the room sizzles with electricity. A tangible thing, like just before lightning hits a tree. The lightning does strike. Her body jerks as his hands grasp her ankles and spread her legs.

Leaning down to one ankle, he grazes her skin with his lips, his hands pushing her dress up in preparation for the next kiss. His tongue flicks over her skin like a predator tasting the air for their prey. He moves to the other ankle, tasting the skin there. Then he moves to her shins. His lips on her skin, his tongue tasting her. His hands whisper down her leg cupping her claves. Fingers grasping the firm muscles. When his hands glide up to her thighs, he gazes up to look at her face. Her eyes are half closed and she is biting her lip. He can hear her suck in air, trying to breath.

He whispers to her "Breathe baby. I have a long way to go." Her breath stops and her eyes open. She looks at him and cannot form words as he nibbles over her knee. The quietest, "Oh my God" escapes her. So soft and breathy he almost missed it. But he did not, he was waiting for it. That was his cue to slow down even more. He wanted this to last. He wanted to take his time.

He pushed himself up onto his knees. She looked startled for a moment, not understanding why he stopped. She watched him pull his shirt off and toss it to the floor. For just a moment, her brain tried to act. She saw his belt buckle again and tried to sit up to reach for it. He had been ready for that too. He leans down to her and gently bites her bottom lip. His tongue grazes the captured flesh. As he releases the soft lip, he presses on her chest. Not hard, not quickly, just a pressure gradually building as she tries, desperately, for control.

She has always been in control. Even if she pretended that she wasn't. She was. A woman like her never gives up control. Giving up control means being vulnerable. That couldn't happen. But she finds herself helpless. His eyes bore into hers. She can see the want, the desire...the...love? No, certainly not that. She looks again and it's still there. Now she is completely out of control. She out of sorts, this wasn't supposed to happen, but her body is screaming for her to lay back down, to relinquish the control to him.

He watches the war in her mind. Seeing all of it through tiny twitches in her eyes and in her mouth. He is patient, he knows what he's watching for, wait, there it is. She blinks and focuses on him. At the same instant, he can feel her body relax and hear her breath slowly escape. That's the cue. He doesn't need to force it. He would never, it's not his way. He gently lays her down again. Kissing her softly on those perfect, dangerous lips. His mouth moves to her ear quietly he breathes "You're safe. It's ok. I love you."

She's not sure if she heard his words or read them in the feeling of his breath. They registered though. Something inside of her let go. Tightness in her mind eased; not completely, 'fore that takes more time. But she felt some of the bricks around her heart crumble.

Moving back down her body, his hands slide up her dress. He's not ready to remove it just yet, but it's still in the way. Every kiss he plants, is another brick that crumbles.

Finally, his mouth finds her thigh again. Her brain gasps, in her mind, "Good lord, he went all the way back to where he left off." She was reeling.

His hands push her thighs apart. He's hit his stride now. His mouth is on a mission. His hand slips north to find out how the mission is progressing. His fingers find the small piece of satin. The moisture in the fabric registers. Progress, yes, but she's not ready for him yet.

He stops his oral exploration of her thighs. He takes the panties in both hands and slides them off her sensual, beautiful legs then resumes his post between them.

She can feel his head moving slowly, oh so slowly, up her thigh. She reaches down and takes his head between her hands. She tries to steer him up farther. Her sex aches for his touch.

He smiles at her insistence. He slips his hand up to see how wet she is getting. He feels those tender folds. She is dripping. Those softest, sweetest lips are drooling the sweet nectar that he feels his body would die without. Her body calls to him like alcohol to an alcoholic. But this, the succulent syrup running down between those fragile lips, that is like the ambrosia of the Gods to him. If she only knew how much control, it was taking him to go slow. How much sweet agony he was in showing her he did not want to rush. She would never believe it.

Her body was quivering now. The kissing, the licking, the nibbling of her skin, along with the soft touch of his finger running along the crevice between those lips. "It's time" he thought.

He slowly moved his head, so he was centered between her legs. A couple of final kisses just outside bullseye. He hears her begin to hold her breath. He leans in and tastes her for the first time tonight. Her body shivers. His body trembles as it registers the taste of her. The taste he will never get enough of.

He looks up towards her face and he sees her eyes closed tightly. Her mouth is moving, but no words are coming out.

His control is gone. His tongue probes deeper, trying to draw those juices from her body. He flicks his tongue over her clit gently and he can feel her body jump. Long laps of his tongue down over that dripping slit. He captures a tender lip in his mouth and runs his tongue over the soft edge of it. His tongue slides down farther. Teasing her ass. Her body jumps again. Somewhere in the back of his head, this registers with him. A small box is ticked, indicating this is an acceptable practice; indeed, it can be repeated.

Moving back up, he decides it's time for her release. Her body needs to orgasm. He begins to redouble his efforts. Slipping his tongue inside her, curling it up a bit she starts to moan. Her hands are aimless, one on his head, the other grabbing and handful of sheets. Her breathing quickens and she starts talking. "Oh...fuck. What are you doing to me?" He presses he face against her harder, trying to get his tongue just a little deeper. Nibbling on those lips, tickling her back door, taking her clit here and there.

Her body begins to tense. She knows how to inhale but seems to have forgotten how to exhale. Her thighs start to quiver against his head and her hands grab forcefully at the sheets.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh sh...."

He feels his mouth flooded. He wasn't expecting this. An amazing explosion of pleasure and satisfaction. In that instant he realized that he had been wandering a desert without water for weeks. He drank in every life giving drop her body had to give.

He knew when to slow down. She would be too sensitive. Just gently kiss. Just nuzzle a little. Each one accompanied by a jerk of her body as she rode that wave to the shore. As she came down off her high, his kisses slowed in time. As she finally let out that last breath, he planted one last kiss in the middle of those lips. He signed his name on them with his tongue.

Sliding out from her legs, he laid down next to her and pulled her into him. He could feel her breathing. He could almost feel her heartbeat. At that moment, his world was perfect.

He would let her recover for a few minutes, then maybe he'd let he drive for a little bit.