“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” she breathes, running her fingers up and down my forearm.
I breathe out as she raises our joined hands, bringing them to her face. Instantly, there is the electric touch I hadn’t felt for so many months. My hand releases hers and instead caresses her face, down her jaw, dragging across her bottom lip, opening her mouth a little wider. My thumb slips into her mouth, and her tongue meets it, licking it. My breath hitches watching her mouth. She looks into my eyes, piercing into my soul and causing her breath to hitch, too. We both lean in and kiss. My whole body seems to fizz and tingle with her kissing. My body is so close to hers I can feel her pulse. Her hands move to my hair, fingernails gently scratching my scalp, sending goose bumps down my neck and arms. She intensifies the depth of our kissing by putting a hand behind my head. I return in kind and place my other hand on her neck, my fingertips touching the soft skin ever so slightly. We sit there kissing for what feels like hours. It feels phenomenal. She pulls me on top of her, and I follow her lead. As she touches certain parts of my body, I touch the same on hers. She touches my chest; I touch hers. She squeezes my ass; I squeeze hers.
She reaches down and grabs the waistband of my pants aggressively. I pull away and ask, “Are you sure?”
She nods and exhales, “Yes.”
I allow her to continue to remove my pants and take off my t-shirt.
I unbutton her pants, pushing them down her legs, letting them bunch at the bottom of the lounge. I take my time to lift her shirt’s material off her arms. I come back down to kiss her passionately, but still follow her lead. I am offering myself to her. Not playing any games and waiting to take over from her. Allowing her to have full control.
She takes my head in her hands and moves me down to her breasts. I kiss and suck at them. She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensation. I’ve missed touching her, missed having my mouth on her. It's only been hours since the motorhome, how am I craving her body, her touch, already? Causing her to moan like that, with just my mouth. She moves me back up to her face and kisses me again. Her hand trails down to my cock and grasps it, prompting me to moan into her mouth. Her touch is alluring as she slowly rubs the length of me. Positioning me to hover above her, she gets a better angle. My eyes close, enjoying the feeling of her delicate hand around my cock.
Abruptly, she pushes me up. My eyes fly open, and I’m worried a line has been crossed, that her mind has changed. She pushes me back further and manoeuvres me so I am sitting on the lounge. Straddling me, she asks, “Do you have a condom on you?”
I take a moment and reply, “Yeah, in my wallet,” as my hands dig into her hips.
She leans back, and I take in her body, stretching off me. Her soft lines, the tattoo stretching across her thigh. I just want to lick her all over. Retrieving my pants from the floor, she extracts the condom and promptly rolls it on me. She takes my cock quickly, in a single movement, sinking down on me. I am taken by surprise as a loud, appreciative moan escapes my mouth while I lock eyes with her. Wrapping my arms around her torso, I hold her tightly, helping her glide up and down my cock, but wanting to keep us close. One of her hands is on the back of my neck with the other is in my hair, grabbing the strands between her fingers.
The friction begins to intensify, but she stops. I exhale and throw my head back, trying to catch my breath. She leans down and kisses me, hard and passionately, building up the intensity before starting to slowly glide up and down my cock again.
She stops and starts a few times when she can tell we are getting close, changing the tempo. Edging the both of us. Over and over again. Revelling in the feeling of getting pent up.
She then relentlessly continues to work me up and down, anticipation driven up to boiling point. The heat rises inside and between us. Desire takes over in raw, animalistic passion. Her hands move to the side of my face, kissing and biting my bottom lip. She throws her head back as her orgasm builds. Her grip on my shoulder tightens, digging her nails in.
I groan at the sight of her gorgeous body, enjoying the pleasure between us and burying my head in her breasts. I move my hands to her shoulders, arms still across her back, helping her ride me harder.
Her orgasm comes on strong and long, her pussy contracting multiple times around my cock. Her arms holds my head close, her body stuck to mine.
I follow her, moaning, gripping her body close to mine. My orgasm meets the same intensity as hers.
I tilt my face to hers and kiss her passionately, feeling as though our kissing goes on for hours. Her hands are back in my hair and my arms are still encircling her.
Raising my hand to her face, I say, “Something I have missed.”
“The toe-curling kissing?” she asks, stroking my neck.
“Being able to look at your face this closely.” I stare into her eyes, seriously.
Looking deep look into her eyes, I can see she is lost for how to answer. I kiss her so she doesn’t have to answer. Mentally, I kick myself. I wasn’t supposed to pressure her, but I couldn’t help myself.
We move to laying in her bed, spooning each other. My fingers trace up and down her body with one hand, the other snakes under her neck, holding her hand. I kiss her neck and shoulders intermittently, enjoying the quiet intimacy. Our naked bodies are still close to each other, fitting together so effortlessly, so comfortably.
20
Sophia
For a change of scenery, I head down to the hotel restaurant for lunch. There are a few people I recognise from the paddock who I smile or stop to say a briefhelloto. I reject a few offers to join tables as I make my way through to a smaller table against the back wall, holding up my laptop as my date for the meal.
Hopefully, one day, I’ll have the confidence again to talk to them all like I used to. They used to laugh at my witty remarks and dry humour. Now, they look at me with that pitiful look in their eyes. The poor woman who got dumped and cheated on.I don’t know how to act around them anymore. My confidence is completely shaken.
I push the thought aside and sit down on a long bench seat stretching across the back wall. A wait staff member is over promptly with a menu. He suggests a pepperoni pizza and I add a glass of Pinot Grigio to the order before handing him back the menu and opening my laptop to work.
It doesn’t take long before I can see someone in my peripheral start to approach my table. I take a deep breath and look up to see Shelby, who sat at the only table I simply smiled at. Shelby is a photographer who covers motorcycle and car racing. He is also a good friend of Perry, hence my simple smile to greet him.
“Hey, Sophia. How are you going?” Shelby broaches cautiously as he approaches my table.
“Hey, Shelby. Good, thanks. How are you going?” I reply, closing my laptop.
