She tentatively walks through the front door and closed it quietly behind her. Quickly looking around, she takes in the open floor plan, but doesn’t know how welcoming it is as it is totally foreign. She had done as he asked, had parked over on the shady cross street and walked over to house 250 and through the open screen door. She uncertainly called his name, not having an idea what to expect.
He wordlessly approaches from around the corner and she immediately feels the the urge to kiss him. She lets him take her hand and lead her deeper into the house, curiously taking in her surroundings. One door reveals a small bedroom, another looks to be a sewing room. The hallway ends at a larger and presumably master bedroom with a made bed and many windows.
Turning, he finally grants her wish, placing his mouth on hers. His hands immediately clutch at her yearning body and begin undoing buttons and zippers, quickly removing her clothes. Following suit, she pulls his shirt over his head and runs her hands over his back, relishing the opportunity to touch him again.
He gently pushes her back onto the bed and undoes his pants. Placing his knees between her thighs, he kisses her lips again and she lets her shoulders fall to the bed. Supporting himself on his elbow, his other hand traces her ribcage and sends shivers through her body.
She frustratingly pushes at his waistband, wanting to feel his whole body on hers. He lifts his hips, helping her to slide his last article of clothing to the floor and repositions his body in the center of hers. The pressure of his body ignites her and she slides her hands down his back to pull him closer as the interrupted kiss is resumed.
As the daylight fades and the evening grows dark, she quickly reflects on the circumstances that have led to this. The innocent conversations, the unexpected confession, the months of daily communication, the furtive meetings, the bolder plans – all of them have, in their own little way, contributed to her lowered guard and belief that, although technically wrong, the feelings it has aroused in her made it feel so right.
All of that had led her here. Here, touching another man's naked body for the first time in many years. Enjoying the skin on skin contact, the forgotten pleasure and excitement derived from new experience. She wonders what it will feel like to have someone different inside her, to have intimate knowledge of every inch of a new body.
She instinctively kisses him harder, holding the back of his neck with one hand while the other helps to pull his hips closer to hers. Her body responds, her nipples harden, her blood pools, her breathing quickens as a contented sigh escapes her mouth and enters his.
She marvels at the present possibilities as they were completely alone, with no chance at interruption, for the first time. Abruptly, he breaks contact and rests his forehead on hers, looking into her curious eyes. She notices, for the first time, that their eye color is almost identical and wonders if that is possibly the sign of a deeper connection. Dismissing this, she unblinkingly pulls his lips back onto hers and knots her fingers in his hair. He begins to rhythmically rock his hips against hers, putting pressure where she wants to feel it most. She is fully aroused and can feel his arousal growing against her. She reaches down to finally grasp it, curious after all this time. It fills her hand as she gently squeezes and he grunts quietly in satisfaction.
The potential is overwhelming, her desires fill her head and jockey for attention. She wants to experience every aspect at once and doesn't know where to begin. He removes the burden of decision from her by mimicking the gesture and places his hand between her legs and begins caressing her engorged sex. Her neck arches and a low moan breaks the silence. Opening her eyes, she sees his intent gaze, presumably gauging her reaction. Licking her lips seductively, she nods in assent and strokes him at the same pace that he is applying to her.
As her desire builds, she enjoys watching his reaction to their touches, which excites her more. Too quickly, the first waves of pleasure wash over her and her body spasms. She is almost relieved to feel his body do the same, his nervous anticipation releases onto her stomach and she kisses him, cutting off his apology. He quickly gets her a towel but she has other ideas and gets up to venture back into the hallway, striking off in the direction of the shower. He quickly recovers and ascertains her intended destination, laughing quietly as he remembers their once-shared fantasy coming to fruition.
Turning on the faucet, she once again embraces him, her fully nude body pressed against his. She is briefly disappointed by his softening member, but that feeling is quickly replaced by a determination to return it to its former state. Testing the water, he steps into the tub and gently helps her to follow. She closes the curtain and dips her head under the stream of hot water. When she wipes and reopens her eyes, she sees him admiring her naked body and blushes reflexively, unsure of herself after not having been subject to such a hungry look in recent memory. As a distraction, she finds the soap and works lather in her hands while smirking up at him. He takes her hips and pulls her close, then leans over her and dunks his head under the shower.
As the water runs down his back, she begins to rub along with it, enjoying the slippery skin as his warmth mixes with the building steam and has her feeling flushed. He takes the soap from her and begins stroking her back as well, then bends down to kiss her eager lips and slides his hands to her front. Passing the soap back to her, he circles her chest, then cups her with each hand. She is surprised to feel his arousal has already returned and gladly reaches down to offer encouragement. Suddenly he spins her around and positions himself between her legs and reaches down to rub himself along her. She brushes his hand away, taking his lead and presses his head against her slick folds. He holds her close to him with one arm across the top of her chest while the other roams freely around her torso.
Overtaken by a sudden urge, she puts one foot on the lip of the bath and begins to shove him into herself. He backs up a little in an attempt to help, then lowers himself to account for the difference in height. Bracing herself with both hands against the wall, she presses back onto him while he grips her waist and pulls her backward. She turns her head to the right and buries her mouth in her shoulder to stifle the gasp caused by him filling her so completely. Pushing forward slowly while simultaneously pulling her back, it isn’t long before he is fully buried to the hilt as he bends his head to kiss the nape of her neck. Unable to help herself, she takes one hand off the wall and positions it on her tiny patch of hair and begins to rub. His pace builds and she cannot contain the sounds emanating from her mouth as her senses are overtaken by the combined sensations of the water, her hand and his thrusting. Fully taking over, he puts one hand on her shoulder and wraps her hair in the other, happily plunging away. She is amazed to feel the early signs of another orgasm building and slows down, hoping to prolong the pleasure. Having similar feelings, he stops almost entirely, holds himself in place and kisses along her shoulder to her neck. Turning her head, she meets his lips and savors the feeling of warm water between them.
He slowly disengages from her, introducing an unwelcome empty feeling and she reaches down to turn off the now cooling water. Stepping out, he hands her a towel and begins to dry himself off. She sneaks a glance at him, enjoying the sight of his taut muscles as he methodically applies the towel to his body. Catching her glimpse, he grins sheepishly and gives her a once over, playfully nodding in approval. Laughing, she swats him with the towel and then takes off down the hall. He gives chase and lightly tackles her onto the bed.
Their clean, dry bodies intertwine and she realizes that she’d like to do this forever. Seemingly reading her mind, he breaks his long silence and tells her that he can’t imagine ever wanting to do anything else. He props himself up on his elbow and traces his fingers along her as they both envision that heavenly prospect. Quickly recognizing that they only have so long, his hunger returns and he kneels on the floor between her legs. Pulling her heels up on the edge of the bed, she eagerly anticipates his touch. He begins by kissing her gently while running his hands down her upturned thighs. She helplessly notices that her own hands are caressing her body but finds she cannot stop. The movements of his mouth on her become more deliberate and targeted. Her body reacts, swelling, opening, moistening. One hand finds the back of his head and encouragingly pulls him closer. She finds herself uttering phrases she’d never even thought before. He looks up and meets her gaze, never stopping his tongue’s attention to her throbbing pussy. Her hips buck reflexively and her knees spread apart, allowing him deeper access to her aching cunt. As he takes her clit into his mouth, she becomes very aware that she will not be able to stop this one; it will be too much to take much longer. He slowly presses one finger and then another inside of her, pushing her inexorably over the edge. Her whole body tenses, her shoulders raise off the bed and she pulls his hair with both hands, no longer able to control her actions. As the orgasm grips her entire being, her body releases and she calls out in pleasure. Wave after wave continue to wash over her as he never stops watching and adoring her reaction to his effort. Finally, she can take no more and slides further onto the bed away from him where she curls into the fetal position in hopes of recovering some semblance of control.
Gently curling behind her, he goes back to lovingly tracing the surface of her body but in her excited state, it feels like electricity. Regaining her composure, she looks in his eyes and tells him that it’s his turn. She moves her mouth downward over his body and to one side and then the other of his twitching dick. Cupping his balls in her hand, she meets his gaze and takes his head in her mouth. He drops his head in ecstasy as she takes as much of him into her mouth as possible while gripping the base tightly with her other hand. Stopping briefly to apply one long, broad lip to the underside of his cock, she settles into an easy rhythm matched between her mouth and hand. She feels the pressure of his hand on the back of her head and allows him deeper into her throat than ever before. Holding her breath for as long as she can, she has to come back up for air and lets the saliva run out of her mouth and works it along the shaft with her hand. She matter-of-factly informs him that she needs his dick inside her again and begins to mount him.
Placing one hand on his chest, she uses the other to guide him back into her, again loving the feeling of being impaled by his rock-hard cock. She begins to slide up and down his length before placing both hands on his shoulders and rocking her hips back and forth with him fully buried within. His hands range between her bouncing breasts and hips, then he licks his thumb and rubs her still sensitive clit. She swats his hand away as she wants to continue to be in complete control of this moment. He reluctantly takes the hint, places his hands behind his head and settles in to enjoy the spectacle of her losing herself, of her barriers being completely stripped away and seeing the true her for what is possibly the first time. Although he finds this incredibly compelling, he knows how he wants this to end. He deftly flips her over onto the bed and roughly re-enters, causing her to wince. Placing his hands on her wrists, he pulls her hands above her head and pins them there. He briefly checks her face for signs of resistance and, not finding any, begins to pound into her. She forces one hand free and uses it to pull him into her with every stroke. Unrelenting, he kisses her hard on the mouth and asks if she likes the way he’s fucking her. She takes the cue and affirms that yes, he feels so good, she loves the way his cock feels inside of her, that she doesn’t want him to stop fucking her. The effect of her words is almost instantaneous, he cannot hold out much longer and so rocks back onto his knees, pulling himself out of her where her hand grasps tightly and desperately mimics the motion their bodies were just making. His eyes close, his head tilts back and he grunts as jet after jet spurt across her body, her chest, her shoulders. She finds herself amazed by the volume of it and the distance some of it travels, but she knows the feeling of such an orgasm, the intensity must be the same as her last.
Both are completely spent and, after wiping up the mess he made, he pulls her close and kisses her gently. She nuzzles her head on his chest and sighs contentedly. He whispers that he loves her and she closes her eyes, not saying a word. As she slowly drifts off, she can hear his heartbeat slow and his breathing relax as they fall asleep together and she quietly wishes that she could stay this way forever.
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