I swayed and clutched at his broad shoulders as he stroked and licked and caressed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and then he trailed a teasing finger around the hem of my satin underwear. Those clever fingers traced back and forth until my thighs quivered, and Iwhimperedfrom the deliciousness of his touch.
With a groan, he hooked his thumbs into the lace of my underwear and tugged them down. He helped me lower my leg, because I was swaying, and pulled them off me. Immediately, his mouth and tongue were on me, swiping, pressing, lavishing, finding different angles. I was making noises, strangled cries, sighs, and moans that were almost embarrassing. My nailsgripped into his back. I gasped and moaned louder and louder until I couldn’t care whether anything that came out of my mouth was embarrassing or not. This was so good because of him. I’d never been so utterly comfortable with anyone the way I was with him, allowing me to let go.
Every nerve ending was live, on fire. His dexterous fingers and tongue swirled and teased every inch of me, and my breathing became short and shallow gasps. Sweet and slippery, this feeling built and built then surged into one powerful release that rocked me relentlessly.
“Oh God, Tim. I, you—oh!”
He kept going until, dazed and tingling, I sank to my knees in front of him on the floor.
Heart still pounding, I slid my hands into his hair, cool and soft, falling into him, my body pliant and lost to this remarkable man. He pulled me up closer to the urgent pressure of his mouth, devouring me in a passionate kiss.
With one smooth movement, he scooped me up, carried me around the bed, and laid me down. He ripped off his boxer briefs and climbed over me. His forearms caged me in, his face over mine, and then he crushed his mouth against mine. My hips reached up, grinding into his as he lowered his hips just so. His hard male body rubbed against mine, the friction of his legs, rough with his coarse hair, stretching and bending against mine, each of us digging into the mattress to get closer to each other.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked against his lips.
“Yes,” he panted, his eyes glazed. “I wasn’t expecting us to have sex, but I was being hopeful, so I’m prepared.” He reached into his gym bag next to the bed and pulled one out, showed it to me, ripped it, and put it on.
“I’m still on the pill,” I said. “So, I guess we’re both prepared.”
“Okay?” he asked as he settled again over me and positioned himself at my entrance.
I nodded, feeling so much trust and confidence with Tim. What happened in our twenties when we were both young and maturing was in the past. How different he was now. And he was different from any man I’d ever been with. From here on out, I surrendered myself totally to him.
I cried out as we met, the sound elongating with his slow gliding in and out. But I needed more. I pushed against him to go faster, but just as my body became a quivering pulse, my hands gripping the sheets, preparing for something harder and faster, he almost pulled out.
I was breathless and motionless. He started again, the slow gliding until I was almost screaming, my hands gripping the sheets.
Then he pulled out again.
He kept repeating this exquisite torture until I rocked against him, moaning out, “Tim, don’t tease me. Harder. Now.Please.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” Chuckling, he spread his hands along my lower back and lifted my hips into a position I’d never been in before. He pulled one of my legs around his waist and twisted his hips.
“What should I do?” I asked.
“Don’t do anything. Just feel,” he said, placing a thumb between us, right where I needed pressure the most.
I gazed into his eyes, and the world retreated until he was all I could see. His face, his eyes, our bodies joined, warm and sensuous and wonderful, and just so right.
Then he moved his whole body in a thrust. And again. This felt different, deeper and almost jarring, jolting my nerves into high alert.
With every thrust, together, we traveled up the bed. The tension mounted with each drive. I linked my ankles tightly behind his back, grinding my heels into his vertebrae. My fingernails dug into his skin.
He grabbed my hips and started pounding.Wow.
“Yes, there,” I cried out. “Right there.”
With a grunt of recognition, he drove on and on, his mouth pulled back in an emotion that seemed almost painful, until an indescribable coiling shot through me and down my shaking legs.
We both cried out louder until he growled, swearing at the force of his release. Eventually, our groans subsided, and he sank down onto me.
I was totally ruined for all other men.
He eased himself out of me. A soft kiss later, he got up to dispose of the condom and returned quickly. Back in bed, he pulled me to his sweaty body. He stared up at the ceiling and then turned his head to me on the pillow.
“I don’t think we need to go to the gym tomorrow,” he said with a smile in his voice.
I chuckled.
