‘It’s not on you if I can’t… you know…’ She bites her lower lip and dips her head slightly.
‘If you can’t what?’ I’m fairly sure she’s talking about climaxing. Is it the pressure? Is it because I’m new to her this way? Whatever it is, I’m going to prove her wrong.
‘It’s just I can never… you know…’ She attempts to hide her blushing face behind her curls.
I pause, the enormity of what she’s telling me finally sinking in. ‘Never?’
‘Well, no one else has ever been able to…’ I didn’t think it was possible for her to turn any pinker but she manages.
I loosen the top few buttons of my shirt and roll my sleeves up in a deliberate motion. So much for drawing it out. I’m going to get her there as soon as she’s able, the first time at least. It will be as much for my pleasure as hers.
‘That changes tonight. I don’t care if it takes all night.’ A small smile flicks at her lips but the distant look in her eyes hints she doesn’t believe me. I was planning to ruin her before her confession, now it’s my sole purpose in life.
My mouth finds her inner thigh and a sigh of pleasure sounds from her pretty lips. Kissing her softness, my face travels upwards to take a closer look at the lace. Her hungry eyes examine my chest, then forearms, before returning to stare at my mouth.
Pulling her dress up around her waist I take in the magnificent sight before me; Amy Harrington, legs spread, with nothing but a black see-through scrap covering her most intimate parts. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, or am ever likely to again. But what makes her really attractive is what’s in her head, the curious depth of her eyes, and in her chest. Something inside her calls to something so deep inside me. And because of that, I know I can be the first man to really get her off. Because every minute movement she makes speaks to me. I’m more in tune with her than she even knows.
The dress isn’t in my way but I want her laid out bare before me. As if she can read my mind, she whips it over her head revealing a matching black lace bra and the most beautiful cleavage I’ve ever seen – full, natural and begging to be worshipped. My hands instinctively reach for her bra tugging it down so her breasts spill over the top. Her eyes burn into mine with a powerful intensity and I already know this is going to be the best sex of my life.
My face dips towards her centre, moving the lace aside with my teeth, teasing her with gentle strokes of my tongue. She wriggles slightly with a silent subtle hint. Following her lead, I still long enough to allow her to arch her sensitive spot towards me. When she stills again, I begin slow circular strokes. It takes only seconds until her thighs tighten with building pressure.
Either every man she has been with is a lazy useless fecker, or she hasn’t been with many at all. Either side of her, her fists clench into tight balls. Taking her hands in mine, entwining our fingers together, I remove my tongue from her long enough to whisper, ‘Relax, I’ve got you.’ Her grip loosens in mine and she takes a few long deep breaths and exhales slowly.
Increasing my rhythm, her thighs tighten further around me. She writhes and moans with a building pressure, rubbing her hands over my head, murmuring my name like it’s the sexiest word she’s ever heard.
She is by far my favourite course of the evening and I have had nowhere near enough of tasting her, but the way she pleadingly squeezes me I have a feeling that – for the first time this way – she’s dangerously close to the edge. Instead of increasing the pace, I slow right down and flatten my tongue wider, devouring her with long slow strokes. Within minutes she arches her back and shudders around me. A smile of satisfaction rips across my face. That was a piece of cake, but far sweeter. I want to do it again.
‘Holy fuck, Ollie.’ Her cheeks are still flushed, but this time it’s with pleasure.
Wearing only the high heels and the lace, she’s the epitome of my recent fantasies. Her spiralling curls are matted on her cheeks and her exposed breasts rise and fall with every ragged breath. If I thought she was beautiful before, she’s taken the form of a living, breathing goddess now.
‘I want to do that to you again.’ My face dips but she pulls me with all of her strength from my knees to a standing position.
‘I need you.’ Those three words are my undoing.
Shakily, she undoes the remaining buttons of my shirt. She traces over the muscles of my chest, in a downwards motion until her hand slips inside the waistband of my jeans. There’s not much room, what with every ounce of blood furiously pumping directly there. I undo the buttons of my fly with one swift yank.
‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ Cupping her chin, I draw her face towards mine to examine her lust-filled eyes.
‘I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you right now.’
The feeling is mutual. My lips crash onto hers and our bodies melt into one as she moulds herself around me. We fall further back onto the couch together. Trembling hands reach round to grip my backside. I resist long enough to grab a silver square foil from my wallet. Climbing backwards on the couch, her wide, hungry eyes roam over me, while I appreciate the view she offers, legs spread, on her back, and still sporting those patent heels.
‘You did promise excitement.’ A wry smile curls on her lips as I hover over her lithe frame.
‘I did, didn’t I?’ I slip inside her and she moans my name again. It’s an effort not to blow there and then. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve found my home, where I’m truly meant to be. It’s not a place, it’s a person. As she rocks back on to me, I begin mentally counting every point I ever scored again, every red card, yellow card and everything in between just to prolong the experience.
My eyes burn into hers, searing this memory permanently into my brain, desperate to connect with her on every level. Her eyes shine with a desire hotter than the roaring fire. With every inch, I claim her as my own. There’s no going back from this.
Supporting my weight on my elbows, we move together in a repetition that sends goosebumps rippling over our skin. Our bodies mould like they were made for each other. Her hips buck against me, grinding, thrusting, meeting each of my moves with an intuitive precision. If there’s a heaven, I think I’ve found it.
A low moan hums in her throat and she tightens and clenches around me, her pupils dilating through the flickering light from the flames. My fingers circle her sweet spot and I increase the pace, meeting her with everything I’ve got. Her hands squeeze my backside as she pulls me into her depth, screaming my name once again as she reaches her second release. I’m seconds behind her, my moan flows straight into hers as I explode inside her.
Relaxing my arms enough to rest my hammering heart against hers, I place my cheek against hers and her lips move to mine in the tenderest, gentlest kiss.
‘I never realised it could be like that,’ she whispers.
‘Neither did I.’ It’s the truth. It was so much more than sex, exactly as I’d known it would be.
