He started out so slowly, agonisingly slowly. A gentle soft brush of lips, then he’d pull his mouth away replaced by his thumb as though rubbing any trace of himself from me. His forehead was still against mine, the length of his body still touched every inch of mine, yet I felt so vacant every time he stopped, so empty, so lost. Teenage hormones long forgotten surged through me gasping for more and more and more, but he ignored me. Soft sweet kisses, then rub them away again, repeat. He made me breathless from nothing.
I needed to touch him so badly now, wanted him to touch me. I’m sure he could smell my arousal, I know I could, that hot burning well between my legs flowing over from the hot trails of kisses he kept depositing. My hands pulled at his shirt again, the one he’s now managed to somehow tuck back in without me noticing. Memories of his skin warm and hard beneath my fingers making me groan involuntarily against his mouth. I find it, I find him hidden underneath the cloth, feel him move to cover me, spreading my legs to make space, mesmerised once again by how tall, broad and utterly masculine he is.
I sneak my tongue between my lips, making contact with his thumb, feeling him jerk it away at the contact and I smile. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to kiss, no idea how to initiate something deeper, longer, more - that word keeps coming back to me, “more”. Fuck I want more. His lips find mine once again and I sneak my tongue out, tracing his lips with it, pushing, asking for more. Request denied, though I do like the sharp intake of breath I feel in response. His thumb is back, wiping his mouth away. I open my mouth this time and find a way to suck him in, warm and rough against my tongue but I lick and suck for as long as he lets me.
My hands move up, pulling more of his shirt as I do. I find his heart, feel it this beneath my fingers. It’s starting to race a little though not as much as I’d like. I move them to his back, try to pull him against me but to no avail. He’s become this giant immovable object that I’m not allowed. His lips are back, teasing, stroking, his tongue flicks out to taste my lips and he places me on this giant precipice of begging him to please just take me right there and then. My hips find a life of their own and moans and groans come from me that I haven’t heard before when my centre grinds against the hardness I discover.
My name again, a warning moaned against my lips. I don’t care how bold I’m being anymore, eaten alive by pure and utter lust. My legs snake around him so he can’t pull away, my hands finding the buttons on his shirt and quickly opening them one by one finally finding that heat beneath. Good god he’s incredible. I haven’t even seen him yet but can feel raw muscle and hardness every which way my fingers move. My hips have taken on a life of their own, dancing a beat to their own drum, rhythm and movement I’m no longer aware of.
Finally, finally, finally his mouth opens on mine and I’m so grateful he knows how to kiss because I’ve lost all brain function by now. There’s nothing sensual, nothing soft anymore, just raw need coming from both of us as tongues clash and dance, teeth get bashed and he forces everything to the point i know my lips will be swollen from his assault. His hands are back in my hair, fistfuls being tugged and pulled while he invades my mouth.
My name again, a demand, a deep need this time. I can feel a little stubble against my skin leaving trails of fire behind. One hand still holding my head, the other moves to my own clothes trying so desperately to find a way in. He rips his mouth from mine, frustration and anger so evident when he says my name this time. I can hear the need in his voice but don’t know how to fill it for him. He looks down, glances up at me, a question I can’t hear and don’t know how to answer. The next sound is buttons popping as my own shirt is ripped open followed by a soft sound of satisfaction from him when his skin meets mine as he lowers himself back down to me. His forehead is back on mine, the soft kisses have returned, and now I’m lost in him one more time feeling him against me.
Somehow it’s enough, though my hips still hump against him but now I’m being humped back. Tentative touches, soft kisses, the thirst for now quenched by being skin on skin. His rough hands finding the soft infirm flesh of me. His mouth dancing on mine, but now making hot trails on my neck and collarbone moving from one side to the other to find that oh so perfect spot where shoulder and neck meet to sink his teeth into. Gently at first, then deeper each time. Sounds of soft sucking as he soothed and tasted me over and over, each time returning to my lips to share the salty flavour he’d found.
Like a pressure pot building, I was soon singing and whistling his name. He started to move lower now, finding softer sections of me, more places to sink his teeth, more tastes to share, always returning to my mouth. I don’t know what he was trying to do, but it culminated in a writhing woman underneath him. He reached the edge of my bra and paused for a moment before pushing the cup down, slowly taking one nipple into his mouth. I can’t take much more of this, I know I can’t. He leaves it behind with a flick of his tongue, then makes his way across to the other side, a trail of kisses in between. My heart is in my ears as he takes the second, but his fingertips have now found the first and gently squeeze and twist while he suckles the second. Fuck I want him so much. Another flick and he’s gone, making his way back to my mouth to show me what he found, his other hand now on the second one dancing the same dance as the first.
His mouth is more urgent now, not leaving mine as quickly, clearly knowing what his rough fingers are doing to me as they twist, pinch and pull. He’s found my weakness. His mouth begins its ascent once more, hard bites this time, nothing slow or gentle. His fingers move away and I’m left waiting, anticipating, my hips demanding more now as his have stilled against mine.
I don’t know how to describe quite what he did next, but I’ll try. His hands squeezed around my breast, pushing it up to meet his mouth. It felt like he bit my entire breast, though I’m sure it didn’t all fit in, but as much as he possibly could. I know he wanted to go harder, I felt his teeth tremble against my skin as they sink in. He held them there for a moment, then oh so slowly started pulling back, his teeth tearing against my skin, closing around it, making me wait for the moment he found my nipple, closing more and more around it until he held and pulled it up with his teeth, his tongue flicking on the tiny piece inside his mouth. I’m so close by now, my hands are on his ass holding him against my core to give me traction. He released it, then just as quickly softly sucked and soothed. I feel his hand on the other side, slowly squeezing, slowly tightening and pushing it towards his mouth, his breath telling me his mouth is waiting there. And then it begins again. I can’t help myself anymore as his teeth find my nipple, I’m lost as my hips stop and wave after wave of glorious release hit me while his tongue dances on the little nub in his mouth. I hear sounds, I feel him push down on me gently, a gentle rocking of his hard shaft against me while I groan out his name over and over and over again. And then it’s released, his lips and tongue soothing me, making their way back to my mouth to tell me what they’ve found.
Brain function has begun its return and I’m utterly mortified, my face on fire at what’s just happened even though little rivulets of pleasure are still washing over me from the rocking of his hips against mine, a firm reminder of his need still beating against me between my legs. His forehead is back on mine, his thumb once again wiping his kisses away. I find my voice, a little croaky but it’s there. “I’m so sorry,” is about all I can manage. He shushes me.
I feel him lower his torso against mine. a new sensation as the soft hair on his chest rubs against some extremely sensitive and still damp nipples. “No really, I’m so so sorry. I really don’t know what came over me,” I try again. A low rumble against my lips. “So you’ve found your voice again?” he asks. I feel my cheeks heat again. I smile against his lips, “yes.” He stops moving his hips, just relaxes and lies against me.
My name is back again. I don’t think anyone has ever used it this much, and, I’m not sure why, but it makes me so incredibly happy to hear it so often. “I think we need to go for a walk,” he says, “but can we leave the pupper at home?” You could have knocked me with a feather right then and there except I was already lying down. His suggestion came from nowhere, his lips and thumb still taking turns on my mouth, so casually thrown in there while I could still feel him hard and throbbing against me through our jeans. “Ok?” I reply, and it was most definitely a question. He didn’t respond. All I got was one final long lingering soft kiss, and then the sound of the couch creaking as his weight moved away from me.
Suddenly aware of being naked from the neck to my waist, I quickly tried to cover myself and remembered the lack of buttons. Also remembering what had just happened to my body and the inevitable pool between my thighs, I crossed my legs. My name again, a warning growl of it. “Please don’t hide yourself from me.” I glanced up, seeing hurt and a little anger on his face. He reached down with his hands, offering them to me. I took them both and he pulled me up, then pulled me against him. His chest was still bare, and I got to rest against it for a moment and listen to his heart once more as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He apologised for bursting my buttons, and jokingly suggested I might need to change before we went out. I brushed it off, said I have plenty of shirts and I’m not too bad with a needle.
His hands roamed across my back then, sliding down til he reached my hips. He pushed me back a little, making me look up. “You might want to change more than your shirt”, he says. One hand reaches between my legs, softly stroking what lies beneath through some very wet denim. His eyes are burning into mine and I can’t look away, my hands dangling at my sides, utterly useless, feeling the fire of his eyes burning lower and lower.
His hand is back on my hip and both of them are turning me away from him but pulling me against him too. He peels my shirt from me, letting it drop to the floor with my bra swiftly following. One arm snakes around the front, sliding up across my belly and finding a nipple exposed and now hard, the other reaches back between my legs to rub and stroke what’s underneath pushing my ass in against him. His chin rests on my shoulder, stubble rubbing against the skin bruised from his earlier bites. His chest rubs against my back, bare and hard, while I feel his heart against me. “You’re incredible,” he whispers. My cheeks flush hot again, though I have no reply forming from the embarrassment.
His hands move to the front of my jeans, a button is popped, a zip is lowered, jeans and underwear moved down swiftly and suddenly. His hand is cupping me softly yet firmly, a solitary finger threatening to enter me as it slides along my slit, his other hand is back tormenting my nipples and his mouth is back on my neck whispering and sucking and biting. I don’t know what to do with myself, embarrassed at my nakedness, self-conscious of it all, aroused once again, yet deep down wanting to please him instead of myself. I reach back to feel the hard throb of him that’s been against my back, but he jerks away. My name is back again, followed by a “no”. His hands pull away and reach for my jeans and panties once more, his skin is no longer touching me, then I feel him on my back, his mouth moving down kissing its way down my spine while his fingers push my jeans further down my legs. “I need a little help here,” he says against the small of my back. I’m lost, utterly lost, no idea what he’s asking of me. “With…?” I ask. A throaty laugh, I can feel the vibrations against my skin. “Could you step out of them please?” Fuck, my jeans, he means my jeans. I almost fall over trying to get them off, first one foot, and almost the second until I feel him sink his teeth into the right cheek of my ass. Fuucccck. And he doesn’t let go, he just holds that bite right there, sucking in the flesh while his teeth hold it in place.
I feel a fresh flood between my legs. I feel his hands slide up my legs on the inside, pushing them apart. I hear him moan as he reaches my thighs and feels the dampness of my skin. I feel him let go of my ass, finally, then that sloppy sound as he kisses and soothes. “Wider,” he says as his fingers and palms push on my legs. I try, I really do, but I’m not sure if I move or not. And then his head, his breath, his mouth finds me. A gentle suck. Soft, blissful, heavenly, his moan causing vibrations against me. Then his tongue, one long, slow lick from my clit to my crack cleaning me of any juices. I can feel myself tremble as his stubble brushes against me.
“Other leg please,” he says against my pussy. What the fuck is he talking about? Please don’t stop, please please don’t stop, but I grudgingly oblige, and as his left hand tugs on my jeans to pull them off, a solitary finger on his right hand slides inside me. I collapse - well that’s the only word for it. A messy heap on the floor panting and arching and all sorts of depravity while he still has just one lone finger inside me unmoving, clenching around it like my life depends on it.
My name is back, over and over I hear it from him but I can’t talk, I can barely breathe. I can hear him move, and then I feel his breath on my back again. What has this man done to me? A gentle kiss on my neck, I feel his finger move. “No, no, no, NO, please no,” I’m begging as he pulls it out. I hear him suck it. “Your voice is back again,” he says, “good.” A gentle slap on my ass. “Go get dressed then, let’s have our walk.” What the fuck? What the actual fuck? I say his name, a giant heaving mess sprawled on the floor naked as the day I was born in the middle of the sitting room. “Yes?” he replies as I hear him stand up. “Can you pass me a blanket from the couch?”
There’s a pause, a long pause. I’m not looking at him, yet I know he’s looking at me lying there. A sigh. My name is back again. I don’t like it this time. “I asked you not to hide yourself from me,” he says. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! How the fuck is a middle-aged woman supposed to gracefully manage to elegantly get off of a now wet floor, stand, and not jiggle (or fall over) while walking out of the room? Shit! I can feel my cheeks burning against the cold floor. Maybe I could just stay here? “Want some help?” he asks. Which is worse I wonder? “No,” I decide.
Somehow I manage to get my knees under me, unaware of the view it’s probably afforded him as I do, and manage to stand on some very wobbly legs but thinking most of my worst bits are in front so at least the dignity of that part of me remains hidden. He’s behind me in a nanosecond, his mouth close to my ear, his strong arms holding me up swaying me gently in his arms. “You taste incredible”, he tells me, “and I can’t wait to see you, all of you” then gently pushes me away from him.
