I want to savor each second for I know what this has become.
A claiming.
The fulfillment of a promise.
Destinies of two people whose lives are so completely intertwined and are finally,finally, coming full circle.
My hands latch on to the front of his shirt as my hunger grows like a wildfire out of control and there is nothing to stop it. The feel of his hard body, muscles conditioned by years of swimming, has me hastily pushing his suit jacket off, fingers already at the buttons of his blue dress shirt. My mind goes blank as my senses take over. One button, two, three, four, until I have released them all. I slide his shirt off to follow his jacket on the floor. Our tongues tangle ardently, break apart, and clash back together. I slide my hands up and down, the feel of his coarse chest hair sending tingles through my fingertips. Planting soft kisses as I go, I circle his body, my touch demanding I explore every inch of his exposed skin. My tongue licks and tastes the salty, musky sweetness of his skin that smells of sandalwood. I take my time and relish in my newfound exploration, all the while Jayson’s body is still and motionless, the only movement is his chest pulsing in and out with heavy, deep breaths. I make my way back around to stand in front of him.
Like a seductress ensnaring her prey, I tantalizingly nudge the straps of my bodice aside, first the right, then the left, letting him know without words that I want him to take me, to know that every single part of me now belongs to him. His pupils contract to a pinpoint and all I can see are the glowing silver orbs of his desire for me.
Jayson comes back to life instantly, and without hesitation, spins me around to pull me back hard against his bare chest. He pulls the zipper down on my dress, trailing nibbles across my skin along the way. What takes just seconds seems like forever as my body shudders with anticipation. With a flick of his wrist, my dress falls to the ground to pool at my feet. Jayson moves his mouth to the juncture of where my neck meets my shoulder and bites down, his hands moving up my waist to cup my breasts still encased in my lace bra. Lightning barrels through my torso to my center and every muscle clamps tight. I whimper and shake in his embrace, excitement mounting.
The warm glow of the twinkling lights surrounding us casts shadows around our bodies creating a dreamlike ambience. His thumb and middle finger find the front clasp of my bra and pull it apart before easing it down my arms to dangle at my wrists. I flick it off and reach both of my bare arms up and around his neck, turning my head to the side and back so I can reach his mouth. As our kisses consume me, he slides one hand down to trail wispy touches along the waistband of my underwear. I reach down and grab his hand to press it against my aching core. I’m on the precipice and need more.
“Oh God, Jayson,” I pant, so aroused I feel like I may come just from his tender touches alone. Jayson spins me around again and drops to his knees in front of me. He lays his head against my soft belly and wraps his arms around my middle.
“Thank you, Liz. Thank you for giving me this precious gift,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin. Goosebumps explode all over my body.
Jayson licks and nips every inch of my stomach and thighs, curling his hands around my legs to hold me in place as he tortures me with sensation after sensation.
“Princess,” he whispers up at me. I look down into the beautiful eyes of the boy I have loved for most of my life.
“I love you,” I tell him and then my legs buckle as he slides down my underwear, puts his mouth on me, and consumes me.
I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm, so it doesn’t take long for his tongue against my swollen clit to have me crying out as wave after wave of pure ecstasy ravages me. Jayson holds me up as I shudder and shake violently, his mouth not stopping until I collapse, bending over on top of him.
As if I weigh nothing, Jayson lifts me up in his arms and my head droops against his neck, my body completely sated from the intense orgasm he just gave me. He takes two steps and lowers me onto a picnic blanket he must have laid out earlier that I didn’t notice. He raises himself up to stand over me, his eyes worshiping my naked body sprawled out on the blanket, my long blond hair fanning out like a halo around me. The way he’s looking at me lights up my body once again. “You are so goddamn gorgeous,” he proclaims.
I watch as he removes his shoes and socks, trousers, and underwear. I watch as he pulls out his heavy erection and pumps it hard twice, a bead of precum leaking out. God, that is so fucking sexy I think, biting my lower lip. I kneel up and fist my hand around the bottom of his engorged cock and slowly trail my tongue up from the bottom of his shaft to the tip before wrapping my lips around the top and sucking, his taste amping up my arousal.
“Jesus,fuck, wait,” he hisses before dropping back down to his knees to reach for his pants. He removes a condom from his wallet and tosses it onto the blanket next to us.
“Not going to come in your mouth, baby. Tonight, I’m coming inside you.” His mouth clashes with mine, hot and needy, as our bodies collapse backward. My legs clench his waist, heels digging into the backs of his legs as we fuse together. My back arches off the blanket when his hot mouth covers my nipple. His hands are everywhere, pulling and pushing, guiding my body where he wants it, giving me pleasure wherever he touches.
“Please, Jayson,” I cry out. Every part of me is so overstimulated at this point, I’m a writhing, needy mess. “Now, please, please, now!”
Jayson lifts off me far enough to grab the condom, rips the wrapper with his teeth, and quickly rolls it on. He drops back down, arms on either side of my head, biceps flexing. I can see the vein in his neck pulsing, feel his heart pound against his chest in tune with mine. He reaches down to plunge one finger inside of me, testing my readiness for him, and my pussy clenches down tight around him. Jayson groans and I feel him tense. I brace for him, so ready to invite him inside of me, make me whole, fill me completely.
Jayson is whispering to me, words filled with love that I don’t understand because my sole focus is on the feel of him at my entrance. My anticipation rises to a crescendo, years of waiting and wanting, coming to fruition, my soul desperate to merge with his. His body lowers down over me, and I throw my arms around him as he breaches my innocence and I finally, wholly, thoroughly, completely become his.
I feel no pain, only the massive pressure of being invaded and stretched. Jayson slowly rocks back and forth, sinking in inch by excruciating inch until his pelvis is pressed tightly against my pubis. We both release twin moans.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses between his teeth, sweat beading along his back. I love it, love the feel of his slick muscles bunching under my roving hands. But I need him to move, the thrumming tingles up my spine and in my clit telling me a second orgasm is imminent.
“Move baby. I need you to move,” I urge him as a bolt of pleasure ignites my core when he slowly starts to pull out and then push back in.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last, Liz. This feels too good.”
“We’ll have many more next times,” I tell him, using the words he said to me that Fourth of July when he gave me my first orgasm under the fireworks.
I grab his ass and pull him into me hard. My eyes roll back and I moan so loudly, I’m afraid the neighbors might hear us. “I want you, Jayson. Please,” I beg.
I can feel every part of his body tense and tighten as his forearms wrap around my shoulders preparing to give me what I so desperately want. I open my legs wider and hook my ankles together around his back.
“Now, Jayson,” I command and lift my head to bite softly down on his neck where his pulse thrums.
Jayson slides out and back then pushes in before he begins pounding into me, the friction of his pelvis hitting my clit exactly where I need it to take me higher. I suck and taste the side of his neck as he grips my left leg and pushes it up higher punishing me with thrust after thrust.
