This is the second part of a story written for a user who wishes to remain anonymous.
I rubbed Zoe’s perfect little clit while looking up at her face. Her eyes had closed and her head was tilting back slightly, her mouth wide open and quietly panting. I was watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with her short gasps of breath. I felt that she deserved the full treatment, and I lightly kissed the inside of her thighs, kissed harder on her outer lips as she gave a long intake of breath, then parted her lips and placed my tongue right on her clit.
She grabbed my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue a few times, enjoying her moaning, before closing my lips around her clit, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, and lapping it up.
She was squirming and alternating between gasps and moans, and I was so turned on. Just to keep her from wriggling away from me, I reached a hand up to grab her boob, playing with her nipples.
“Mason… this is… everything!”
She tasted so good. She felt so good. She *sounded* so good! She reached past my neck and grabbed my shirt by the collar. I came up for air just long enough to let her pull my shirt up over my head and toss it on the floor next to the bed. I undid my pants as I went back down on her, sliding them off when I enjoyed my second helping. I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her into a hug as I made out with her reddening pussy.
“Can I…?” she started.
“Yes?” I popped my head up to see her looking back at me, catching her breath.
“Can I… do the same to you?”
“Sure,” I said. “Did I… did you cum?”
“Not…” she seemed to be searching for the right phrase. “That’s… a little more complicated.”
I pulled my now naked body up beside hers. She ran her hands across my chest and back. I held her neck and ran my fingers into her hair as I pulled her into a kiss. Her skin on my skin was the most wonderful sensation.
“What’s complicated?” I finally asked.
“It’s just… it’s been… and I don’t know if I even can…” she stopped and closed her eyes for a second. “Everything about this is perfect even if I haven’t had an orgasm. Even if I don’t.”
“I want to make you feel as sexy as you look to me,” I whispered.
“You do. I feel sexier than I have in… I mean literally years. But also…”
“Yeah?” I put my arms around her and held her for a moment while she found her words. She laid her head on my chest and I stroked her hair softly, kissing the top of her head.
She turned her face up toward me and looked me in the eyes. “Also, I want to feel,” she was speaking slowly as her hand found my penis, which had started to deflate with the serious conversation, “like I turn you on.”
As she began stroking me, I felt the blood rushing back to my head. “You do!”
She sat up and bent over, giving my growing hard-on little kisses before putting her tongue out and licking up and down, giving a slight moan as she did. I fell back with the soft wetness of her teasing me to full mast. When she got to the head, she closed her lips around me and swirled her tongue, so slowly, taking in every moment of pleasure.
With every suck, she went a little deeper on me. I was falling hard. I reached over and tickled her feet a little while she sucked me, which made her giggle and tighten her mouth around me. I rubbed up her legs and gave her ass a squeeze.
“I want to really let you feel just how much you turn me on,” I stammered.
“I think,” she said, slurping my cock out of her mouth and stroking it, “that I can feel it pretty well.”
I sat up and crawled over to her, taking her head in my hand and kissing her, letting my tongue appreciate hers that has just been putting me in such ecstacy. We held and kissed and rarely had just holding someone made me throb the way I was. Everything about her skin on mine made me ache for her. Every bit of closeness stoked my need to be closer. I clung to her shoulder with one hand, lightly dancing between her nipples with the other. I leaned her back and climbed on top of her. For a moment I was ready to enter her and share our passion, when I stopped.
I clumsily attempted to reach over her to the drawer of my bedside table when she put a hand on my chest to interrupt me.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Oh?” I guess it surprised me.
“It’s good for–well, other things. So you can feel all of me.”
I kissed her and reached down to rub her clit again. Her pelvis rose to meet my fingers, which I happily rubbed up and down her lips, dipping inside of her to make sure she was wet and slippery for me. Her mouth opened against mine in a gasp as my fingers slid in and out of her. I pressed my lips harder against hers as I positioned my erection against her and slowly guided my way in.
I could hear her moaning within our shared kiss as I felt every sensual fold of her warmth welcome my bare boner into her. Once I’d gotten the full length of me in, I just pressed myself against her, holding myself as close to her as I could possibly be.
I kissed down her neck as I started to slowly thrust, taking the time to feel the intricacy of her pussy as I did.
“This is what I need, Mason. This is how I need it.” Her fingernails were practically clawing into my back as her hips found my rhythm and we thrust against each other meeting in the middle. I grabbed her ass again to pull her legs up around my waist so she could pull me into her exactly as she wanted. Every time I thrust myself toward her, she’d hold me there, progressively longer.
All I wanted was to be close to her, to share this with her. She seemed to want the same. I was convinced that neither of us needed food or water or friends or sunlight again if we could just keep pleasuring each other, skin on skin; letting each other’s moans guide us; knowing that if we gave in to the other and only focused on the other’s pleasure our pleasure would double.
Then she stopped. Her legs held me close inside of her, but she stopped moving and held my face in front of hers.
“Is this real?” she asked.
“Is it…?”
“I mean,” she stammered, both of our breathing still heavy, “I’ve never gone right to sex with anyone.”
“Me neither,” I confessed.
“So, I want to know if this is just sex,” she cautiously asked.
“I hope not,” I confessed. Her hips moved against mine with this and I felt the soft warmth of her pussy stroke me back to life.
“Me, too. I’m actually…” she started.
“Yeah?” I prompted, pushing myself against her.
“I’m surprised to be doing this.” Her hips were now moving with mine again. We were finding our groove. “But it feel so right with you.”
I was kissing her neck again as we moved as one, guiding each other’s pleasure, falling in love with each other in the most intimate way possible. We’d reached a faster pace as I could hear her breathing grow short in my ear and I knew that as I nibbled her lobe, she could hear mine do the same.
“I think this is it, Zoe. You’ve got me so close.”
“Cum with me, Mason,” she begged. “If you cum that will make me cum!”
Her words unleashed me. The rush of pleasure right at the head of my penis suddenly ran in a thin line down the shaft and spread out over the entire cock, balls, taint, pelvis. Suddenly her legs were holding me close as the rest of my body was shaking. I found myself using whatever strength I had to grind up against her pelvis, against her clit, pushing myself as deep into her as I could.
“That’s it, Mason!” she cried. “Keep cumming with me! Keep cumming–oh!”
Now she was grinding against me while her legs and arms wrapped around me, clinging for dear life. It was as though the rest of her body had no control over her hips. I felt her clenching around me as she bucked toward me for more, which I tried as hard as I could to give her. I realized I’d suck my teeth into her neck and was sucking and nibbling maybe a little harder than I should. But her hand had gone to the back of my head and was holding me in place, clutching my hair as the waves of orgasm overcame her.
I had nothing left, so I pulled out and flopped down on top of her. We both breathed heavily as our sweaty bodies slid around over each other. Easing my way off of her, my leg brushed across her red, pulsing labia and she shuddered. I kissed her neck and pinched her nipple as I continued to press my knee against her dripping pussy.
“What are you–?” she started, but her words devolved into more moans as I rode out the remains of her orgasm.
Eventually she asked me to stop, so I removed my leg and kissed her again. Her lips were so soft against mine, her tongue tasted so good, I would have been so happy to do nothing but kiss that night. But having shared that intimacy, our kisses were so much more passionate now.
Finally we parted, just looking at each other. She held my face in her hands. “How did I go so long without that?”
“Maybe,” I mused, exhausted, “you just needed to so we could have that.”
That seemed to satisfy her, as she kissed me again and laid her head on my chest. I kissed and stroked her hair as we both fell asleep.
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