She was twisting her fingers, folding one hand over the other like she was trying to braid her knuckles. I couldn’t tell if she was shy or nervous, or maybe she was both. I hadn’t seen her in over a year, and now she was right there in front of me, smiling and blushing on the other side of the table.
I felt my heart race a little as we talked about music, about art, and all the trivial little things we had done that day. If I had been honest with her, I would’ve told her the truth and confessed that the only meaningful thing I had done was think about her.
The night that we first met felt magical. We were both alone at a concert and happened to be standing beside each other. It was a simple coincidence that remained a turning point in both our lives. When the show ended we parted ways, said good-bye, and promised to stay in touch. So many nights passed, so many e-mails exchanged, and finally we found ourselves in the same place at the same time.
“My hotel’s just a few blocks from here.”
I leaned forward as I spoke, let my fingers crawl across the table to meet hers and hoped the body language made my suggestion clear. Her eyes met mine, her lips creased a tiny smile and she nodded. My fingers wrapped around hers, I held her hand as we walked out the door.
The door clicked shut behind me and I pulled her body close to mine. I’m sure she could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Hundreds of nights of wondering how she felt, how she tasted, how she smelled were coming to an end.
I eased a curl of her hair behind her ear and leaned in for a kiss. My hands clenched on her hips, I felt her body tense up, and settled my lips on hers.
Her lips were soft and full, but taut like rubbery pillows. I had never experienced anything like them and felt myself swell with hunger for her and only her. My kiss became ravenous, my body curled over hers, and I moved my hands from her hips down to her ass. I kneaded my palms into her body, gripping and exploring, desperate to have all of her.
We didn’t break our hold on each other as we moved to the bed. In a brief pause to breathe our shirts came off. As our lips reunited I found the clasp to her bra, unhooked it, and pulled it away from her bare chest. My palm covered her breast and squeezed. Her nipple was erect and tough, I rolled it between my thumb and finger. She winced and grabbed my hand, her eyes met mine. She didn’t have to say a word, but I understood that she was sensitive, she could only take so much of that.
She stepped back, unbuttoned her jeans, and jerked them down her legs. She was wearing little silver panties. They were simple, low-waist, but not aggressively sexy. I could see a hint of pubic hair tufting out at the top.
I yanked on my belt, let my slacks fall to the ground. My cock was already hard and throbbing and jutting from my boxers. I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed with me, laid her on her back, then curled over her vulnerable body.
I kissed her lips, her neck. I massaged her breast, then moved my hand down her smooth skin. I tangled my fingers into the elastic of her panties and let my tongue swirl into her mouth. I relaxed every muscle in my body and breathed deep, deliberate, heavy. My knuckles grazed around her tummy, trying to sense her pulse, her tension, her desire.
I pressed my fingertips just below her belly button, kissed her gently, then crawled my fingers lower, and lower, and lower. The waist of her panties passed over my knuckles and I felt her warmth, the wisps of hair, the soft skin. Her thighs spread wider for me, inviting me to touch her deeper. My hand curled lower, between her lips, and I felt how wet she was.
I kissed and sucked on her neck as I rubbed my fingers around her lips, as I smeared her wetness around, teasing her, making her needy for me. I moved my mouth to her breasts, sucked on one nipple and then the other. I resisted the urge to bite, but desperately wanted to feel her soft skin between my teeth.
I looked into her eyes and moved my body lower. I was gentle, patient as I moved, giving her the time to object if she ever wanted to stop. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, the last thing I wanted to do was make her unhappy. I wanted everything to be perfect. So when she put her hand on the top of my head and pushed me lower I felt a sudden rush to my cock. I almost came when I positioned my face between her thighs and pulled away her panties so I could see her pussy for the first time.
I pushed her thighs apart, spread open her lips. Her wetness was pooled in her tight little hole and dripping down her lips. Her clit was pink and swollen. I pressed my lips onto it, kissed it, sucked it, and then traced my tongue all over her eager little pussy. I darted my tongue inside her, lapped and licked her everywhere. I teased around her clit, felt her body squirm, and heard her moaning for me.
Her hands gripped my head, held me in place while she brought her knees back and pushed her pussy up into my mouth. She tasted incredible, and I savored every drip I pulled onto my tongue. I pressed my finger into her hole, eased it deep, and let her tough little cunt pinch me inside.
I felt my cock leaking as I ate her out and fingered her. She was slick and smooth, her flesh was tight and plump, and I was worried that I wouldn’t last long inside her. I had wanted her for so long, and everything about her was so much better than I could have imagined.
I leaned back, wiped off my mouth a little, and then crawled over her. I kissed her mouth, and she kissed me right back. She wasn’t worried about tasting herself and just wanted to feel me close again. I curled off of her, lay beside her, and pushed my boxers off my legs.
My hard cock stood straight up. I gripped my shaft and stroked it a couple of times, letting her see the pre-cum dripping off my tip. She took me in her hand, rubbed it, then brought her sexy mouth right to my cock.
Her plump lips moved up and down, she got my whole length into her throat and made sure I felt her lips at my base. I just watched her suck on me, watched her twist her mouth as she dragged me out, watched her hair flip back, watched her eyes as she swirled her tongue around my tip.
I needed to cum. She was making me feel so good, but I wasn’t ready. I reached down and tapped for her to stop, brought her back up to me, and kissed her amazing mouth again. I made out with her, our bodies close, my hands all over her, while I let my cock rest.
But then she climbed on top of me, grabbed my dick, and pressed it up inside her. Her eyes clenched shut as she settled her body onto me, letting my length plow deeper and deeper into her tight, wet pussy. My hands gripped her hips, I thrust myself up into her, let her adjust to the feeling of me inside. And then she started to grind and ride me…
And I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside her. I leaned up, kissed her lips, held her body close to mine while she let me move inside her. I wrapped my arms around her, turned her onto her back, and thrust my cock down inside her. I didn’t want to stop kissing her, didn’t want to stop making love to her. I moved my thumb across her clit and she slapped it away.
I kept thrusting, kept grinding, kept lancing my dick into her. I felt myself swelling, felt it getting harder, and then felt her whole body clench with anticipation. She moaned and yelped as she reached her climax, and at that moment, I couldn’t contain it, I pulled my cock out of her and burst all over her tummy. I shot my hot cum all over her naked body and then collapsed beside her.
I wrapped her in my arms and held her close. And I never wanted to let her go.