“Make love to me.”
Lindsey clung to my hand, gazing up, her expression one of need mixed with shame mixed with desperation. I observed all those and more, reading her face as easily as I read a book. While I wanted intimacy with her more than anything, I couldn’t take advantage of her emotional vulnerability.
I bent to kiss her. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to, baby. But you’ve been traumatized. Your emotions are over the top right now.”
“Yeah, they are.” Lindsey slipped her arms around my waist, her cheek against my chest. “I need an outlet. I’m still flying across the sky, feeling the wind under my wings. I’m exulted, happy, terrified. I’m pulled in ten different directions. I need – to be needed.”
“You’re also vulnerable. I can’t, I won’t, take advantage.”
“How can you if I’m asking you into my bed?”
We’d just returned to her house after her first lessons, flew to the park before shifting and walking back. Lindsey held my hand, discreet enough to not share out loud her ebullience at learning to fly as we walked. I still felt her high, her energy liftingher like invisible wings. After a glass of wine, she hadn’t yet come down.
At my hesitation, she murmured, “Please?”
Lifting her face to mine, I kissed her, my tongue parting her sensuous lips. Lindsey responded, hers dancing the tango in my mouth, entangled, our passion rising like a hot thermal from the ground.
Eager, all but falling over one another’s feet, giggling like kids, we undressed each other while groping each other’s bodies. Still kissing, half naked, her bare breasts pressed hard against my chest, I tried to guide her into her bedroom.
“I can’t see anything,” I muttered against her mouth. “Where’s the bed?”
Laughing, Lindsey took both my hands to tug me. I tripped over my boots in my efforts to kick them off, fell toward her and took us both down onto the bed. Smothering her laughter in my arm, Lindsey crawled out from under me to straddle my hips. Unzipping my fly, she reached in to play with my engorged cock.
“Not much room in here,” she murmured. “What are we gonna do about it?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
I caressed her small tits, sitting up to lick and suck her tender nipples, hearing her moan. Lindsey’s nails dug into my shoulders, pulling me more tightly against her. Trailing my tongue across from one breast to the other, I discovered a small knot of flesh that didn’t match the rest of her silky skin. Dismissing it, I gripped her waist, sliding my hands up and down her muscled, flat belly and waist.
“I think we have too many clothes on,” Lindsey muttered, her voice slightly hoarse. “Might work better without them.”
“That means I have to stop doing this.”
I nibbled the soft flesh of her right breast, forcing a small breathy moan from her lips. “Eh? Should I stop?”
“No,” she gasped. “Yes. I want your cock. I need something to play with.”
Chuckling deep in my throat, I lifted her from my hips and set her on her side. Standing, I quickly stepped out of my jeans as she slid out of hers. In the dim light from the street, I admired her naked, lush, and delectable body. Her curves in all the right places, her slender legs, the dark thatch of hair at her crotch. My cock twitched with lust, my need for her growing by the second.
Kneeling on the bed, I swept my hand from her face down her neck, past her waist to her hip, heat, fire, flaming between us. Lindsey’s hands cupped my balls, tickling them, forcing a sharp hiss to escape my teeth. Lying beside her, I caressed her silken flesh, kissing her, my tongue buried as deeply in her mouth as my cock would soon be buried in her pussy.
“I need you,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Not yet.”
I teased her clit with my fingers, her arousal gushing over my fingers. Sticking two fingers inside her, I worked them back and forth. Under me, Lindsey thrashed, crying out, her thighs spreading to grant me easier access. Sliding down her body, I tasted her juices, my tongue licking, sucking her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her fingers entangled in my hair. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”
I felt her explosion, her climax, her pussy quaking around my fingers. I drank from her pussy, my shaft aching so badly it hurt. I wanted, no,neededto bring her pleasure before my own. As her orgasm died away, her pussy walls twitching, her juices flowing madly over my tongue, I lifted myself on my arms.
“Taste yourself,” I muttered, kissing her, her moisture on my lips and tongue.
Lying atop her, I spread her knees. Pointing my cockhead at her entrance, I pushed in slowly, getting her used to my thick size, my length. Lindsey wrapped her legs around my hips,creating a delicious angle to penetrate her. I started to thrust, backing out just enough to tease us both, then shoved in again.
We picked up a rhythm together, Lindsey bucking her hips in time to my thrusting. I shut my eyes, my cock gliding in and out, my pleasure rising. I felt my climax approaching fast, too fast, as I craved to bring her to a second orgasm.
“Shit,” Lindsey cried out, her nails digging painfully into my back. “I’m coming. God, I’m coming.”
