He kissed me. God, he kissed me. There was nothing rushed this time, no urgency, just a slow loving touch that spoke of a million and one emotions. His mouth made love to mine and I held him close, my hands wandering over his back and my fingers tracing patterns on the soft flesh of his behind. Lifting his head he looked deep into my eyes and smiled. A soft, slow, sexy smile that made me quiver.
What I saw in the depths of his eyes banished every fear or misgiving I'd had and I smiled back. Without having spoken a word, we'd crossed a bridge of sorts, a bridge into the unknown. He sighed my name and I'd never heard it sound so beautiful. Kissing my forehead, my eyes and coming to rest on the tip of my nose, his lips were soft and warm and I felt cherished.
"Nick..."
His mouth moved to my ear, his tongue outlining the rim as I giggled. "That tickles."
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Are not," I answered.
"You're right," he said, proceeding to my other ear.
"Nick-"
"You talk too much." He was licking my collar bone, cupping a breast in one hand.
"Nick, stop."
"You don't mean that?"
"Make love to me."
"Why didn't you say so-"
"Nick? Shut up."
I pulled his mouth to mine and began the journey.
Our hands were relentless. We wanted to touch everything at once and our patience was rapidly disappearing. Every feeling we had centered in relatively the same portion of our anatomies and it took mere seconds for our hands to find what they were searching for. Nick rolled to his side and lay facing me as we pleasured each other, our fingers stroking and teasing.
Bending his head, he gently kissed my breast, his tongue lightly circling my nipple. Catching the swollen bud between his teeth, he tugged it deeper into his mouth. Spreading my thighs with his hand he pressed two fingers deep within me. With every pull of his mouth, I felt my walls pulse against his hand. With every touch he gave me, I responded in kind.
My hand was wrapped firmly around his erection and it was like hot steel against my fingers. I slid my hand from tip to base and back again, exerting just enough pressure to drive him slowly out of his mind. A silken pool of moisture bubbled up from within and I used it against him, soothing the way for my fingers.
Faster and firmer, we were both quickly reaching the point of no return.
I broke first.
"Please," I whimpered. "Nick, please..."
Slowly he pulled away from me, heat and passion in his eyes. Deliberately he drew one moist finger across my lips. Reaching out my tongue I tasted myself on his flesh and shuddered at the sheer eroticism of the action. Mirroring him, I brushed my own fingertip against his lips. Catching it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, I knew he could taste his own arousal. He groaned and I knew he was lost.
Rising above me, he settled himself between my thighs. Positioning himself against me, he paused. I felt just the tip of him enter me when he spoke.
"Love me Bec?" he whispered.
"Forever, Nick. Forever."
And he was there. Inside me, around me, in my heart and in my soul. He filled me so completely, so perfectly that as he pulled away each time I was bereft with loneliness only to have my heart soar at his return.
It was a dance of the ages and we both knew the steps to perfection. Such a slow build, as our bodies moved together we made love, truly for the first time. Harder and faster we moved toward completion, wanting it never to end and yet desperately needing it to.
I felt him tense against me, his control almost gone. Struggling to hold back, he looked one last time into my eyes. "I love you," he whispered raggedly as his body spilled itself into mine.
Crying out his name, I closed my eyes and followed him into the abyss.
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Stepping quietly down the hall, Kevin closed the front door softly behind him as he exited into the night.
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