She has an entire album of me. There’s no denying that this was a work of love done with all the intensity of a teenage crush.
Those pictures prove that she was telling the truth. I’m first in her heart and always have been.
As I’m kissing her, I feel my walls crumbling and all the emotion I’ve spent years hiding from seeps out. Her hair flows around us in a mass of brunette waves and I gather it in my fists, using it like an anchor to hold her close. Now that she’s here I don’t want her to ever leave me. She’s just as intense, kissing and sucking like she can’t get enough of my taste.
I pull back only long enough to help her out of her jeans and long tunic top. When she drops her arms, she grabs me again fusing our lips in another deep kiss. Somehow I manage to get my shirt off too. We’re both taking gasping breaths between kisses, not wanting to stop long enough for anything more. I know a brief moment of frustration trying to toe my boots off when one gets stuck. Finally it pops free and lands on the floor with another loud thud.
Somehow I manage to turn us around so she’s reclining on the bed. As she settles back I come down over her, holding up my weight on one arm while the other explores. There’s so much to touch and taste. I place a trail of soft kisses down her neck until I get to the front clasp of her bra. When I look up, Jo is watching me with wide, watchful eyes.
“Do it, Zack. I want you to,” she whispers.
I unclip her bra and her breasts spring free. As my lips trail down her torso, her back arches pushing her plump breasts out for me like an offering. She’s built like a dream with full, berry tipped nipples and creamy skin. As many times as I’ve imagined this, I couldn’t have imagined how sexy she actually is. I spend long moments tormenting the sharp points of one nipple before switching to give attention to the other side.
Josie squirms beneath me. She’s rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against me like she’s trying to get me inside. She’s so with me right now and for the first time I find myself fighting for control pretty early in the process. Usually I have way more endurance than this but it’s been a long time since I’ve teased myself with a straight week of foreplay first.
When I bite down on the plump nipple between my lips, Jo lets out a soft, agonized cry that goes straight to my dick. I pause, to give her a chance to settle and also to make sure I don’t come in my pants.
“You okay?”
I raise my head to check on her. Her lips are slightly parted and her eyes are squeezed shut.
When she opens them and sees me looking, she manages a shaky smile.
“So okay. So incredibly okay.”
Her enthusiastic response spins my need even higher. I’ve never been this nervous getting naked with a woman. But this is Josie. My Josie. Not only am I afraid of hu
rting her but I want her to love everything we do together. I want her to love it and want to do it again and again. The stakes have never been higher.
I tug her panties down slowly and she lifts her hips to help me get them off. Her fingers tug my hair insistently, urging me back to her breast. I give her what she wants, more deep suctioning pulls on her nipple that have her writhing beneath me again.
She’s so sensitive that she might even be able to come just from this but there’s so much more to touch and taste. The fragrant expanse of her skin calls to me and I continue sucking and licking all the way down the smooth expanse of her stomach. As I get lower, her soft little moans get longer and longer. When I finally scoot all the way down her legs fall open eagerly. I arrange her legs over my shoulders and get comfortable. She trembles beneath me.
I lick her from top to bottom in one long stroke. The taste of her takes me by surprise. I swallow a groan and then go back for more. When I take her clit on my tongue she goes completely still and then shudders, a full body tremor that seems to come from her core.
“Zack. Oh my god.” She whispers it in a reverent tone, like she can’t believe the pleasure.
I can feel my ego inflating. Yes. This is what I want, to show her what her body is capable of and then get her addicted to the way I make her feel. So she’ll only feel this with me.
She cries out again and again, her fingers curling desperately into the short strands of my hair, trying to find something to hold on to. Her nails scratch my scalp and I moan at the sensation. I introduce one finger, pushing into her tight, wet heat slowly, giving her time to get used to the sensation. She whimpers at the invasion but I lick her clit to distract her from where my finger is carefully stretching her.
“Does it hurt, sweetheart? Tell me if it does.”
Her head shakes back and forth wildly. “Don’t stop!”
I chuckle at her insistence. “I won’t stop. Not now. Not when I know how good you feel.”
She clenches around my finger at the words and I have to pause and take a breath when my dick pulses dangerously beneath me. I need to summon some measure of control if I have any chance of making this good for her. With her thighs around my head and her nails on my scalp, I’m aware that I hold her pleasure in my hands.
But god, the way she feels. It’s so hard to think when she’s whimpering beneath me. I love this, all of it, especially the sensation of being surrounded by her.
“You feel amazing sweetheart, so tight and wet. I can’t wait to feel this sweet little pussy clenching when I’m deep inside you.”
My dirty words only make her clench around me harder. When I flick her clit on my tongue over and over she comes immediately, shivering against me. I hold her in place, forcing her to take each lash of my tongue until she collapses, boneless and replete.
I raise my head and the look of complete exhaustion on her face is exactly what I want to see. My woman utterly satisfied.
The condoms I brought are in my pocket. I grab them and put the second one on her nightstand. Her eyes open and she surveys me lazily as I push my jeans and boxers down. A very satisfied smile covers her lips.