ONCE WE were in bed, I explored Kathleen, holding her close and gauging her responses to my touch. She scratched my back whenever our mouths met, and she welcomed every kiss, every caress, everywhere. I soon discovered my favorite spot was her breasts. Whenever my mouth closed over her nipple, her fingers slid into my hair, pulling me closer to her soft, agile body. I made no effort to guide her hands, but eventually she pushed me onto my back and rolled onto her side, facing me.
She took her time, resting her lips against mine before moving them along my neck and down to my chest. When she placed a kiss over my heart, her hand closed around me again. She began pumping with confident strokes, demanding my full attention.
“Feels so good,” I murmured.
The tickle of her hair dropped farther down my stomach. Knowing I would erupt the second her delicious lips wrapped around me, I made a split-second decision. I pulled Kathleen back up my body and rolled her onto her back.
“You first,” I said. Kathleen lay still, and I reached between her legs. My fingers began to circle eagerly, and she reacted to my movements at once, opening her legs wider, grasping my forearm and angling her body closer to mine. Watching her come undone beneath my hand was addictive. Her breathing grew louder, her body tensed, the air between us filled with her scent, and then in one glorious moment, her pleasure overtook her.
“Ah! Jack! Yes!”
I kept moving my fingers until her orgasm subsided. When she guided my hand back over her, I obliged her for a second time. Afterward, I kissed her breasts again, tenderly, giving them both equal amounts of attention as her heart pounded.
As her heart settled down, her body relaxed. It was possible her needs were satisfied, but I hoped for more. She had come twice, and I couldn’t stand another moment without indulging my own desires. I grabbed her by the waist and slid her body to the center of the bed. I rested my body on top of hers, delivering a deep and sensual kiss. Our lower bodies came into their most intimate contact yet. I moved myself along the length of her in a teasing manner, and my tongue lingered inside her mouth.
It would take just one simple twist of my hips to slide inside. I was desperate to have her, but I paid careful attention for any signs of hesitation.
“Are you sure?” I asked one final time.
She lifted her hips and wrapped her gorgeous legs around me. Her thighs encircled my hips while her calves drifted along my back. The heels of her feet pressed into my backside and her hands covered my ass, urging me forward.
Her eyes locked onto mine with carnal determination. “Show me what else you’re good at, Jack.”
I moved above her, taking my time, inching into her slowly and enjoying every bit of her I could. She threw her head back as her body-hugging warmth surrounded me. Having brought her to orgasm, she was wet and ready, but experiencing that feeling of her around me for the first time was beyond my wildest expectations.
I pushed forward until I was fully seated inside her, and then I paused. The rest of the world fell away. There was only Kathleen beneath me. Only her around me. I was as deep inside her as I could ever be and I hadn’t had more than a few minutes to prepare for that reality. I’d stilled above her just to absorb this new and intimate version of us. A crisp serenity overtook me even as I experienced a surge of powerful masculinity. I wasn’t simply bedding this magnificent woman, I was offering myself to her. I stretched taut, preparing for the onslaught of pleasure I was about to unleash on us both.
I was eager to make love to her, but I had two all-important words to say to her first. “Thank you.”
Kathleen’s hold on my body tightened. I pulled back and pushed into her with an enthusiastic swivel of my hips. She gasped and arched, so I did this again, offering her the same mind-altering power of my first entry. I concentrated and repeated the movements unabated, one right after another. I lost myself as I listened to her cries of passion. The intensity of our physical connection was strong, so much so that at times we were both struggling with overstimulation. And yet, I couldn’t slow down. I wouldn’t give us rest. I couldn’t go one second without hearing Kathleen pant her ecstasy underneath my body. The more excited she became, the more I was compelled to elevate her bliss.
Our lovemaking became louder and soon she was bucking her hips to meet each one of my thrusts. Her exhilaration was increasing along with my own. I pushed deep inside her and dropped down to kiss her luscious mouth. When our tongues met again, I lost control. I increased my speed, surprising myself with the ability to do so. Kathleen’s body shuddered around me, her hold on me strengthening. She detached from our kiss to release a series of erotic praises into my ear. I listened to them with pride. Spurred on by her affirmations, I pulled her lower body tighter against my own, squeezing her backside and delighting in the softness of her bare bottom underneath my fingertips.
“Let me give you everything you need,” I said.
“Please,” she cried as she came yet again.
“Let me make you happy,” I pleaded.
“Jack!”
Kathleen lifted up from the mattress and wrapped an arm around my neck, drawing me back into another heated and wild kiss. Our bodies began gliding against one another in new and thrilling ways. I was keenly aware of the friction of Kathleen’s breasts as they swayed and flattened against my chest. I pounded into her as hard as I could with little consideration for either of us.
Having lost my ability to form a coherent sentence, I thought about the first time I’d allowed myself to think about her naked body. How much I’d wanted to take her outside in the mountain air and ravage her. At the time, the fantastical image was an unattainable wish, but now she was here, in my bed, and allowing it. She was as frenzied and willing as I was, and I realized I’d never get enough of Kathleen. There wouldn’t just be this one time between us. I’d take her again, as many times as I could, for as long as she would have me.
I unleashed months of want into this incredible woman. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my body beyond all limits. I grunted and groaned, my only concern that I was about to explode inside of her. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. Not even close, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was consumed.
Kathleen was the one who broke our kiss. Her eyes were on me, watching me as I lost control of my body and my mind. Her wanton words penetrated my lustful haze.
“I don’t want this to end either,” she panted.
I answered her with a forceful lunge that shook the entire bed.
“Let me be on top,” she begged.
I didn’t argue. I obeyed.
We shifted positions and I found myself sitting up with my back against the headboard. I grabbed her by the waist and reveled in watching her body control mine. She grabbed the headboard, her hands on either side of me, and brought herself down upon me. Soon, we were moving in near-perfect synchronization as though we were longtime lovers who had perfected our connection. I tried to regain some focus to calm the frenzy between us so that I could extend our time.
I watched her in awe, having never experienced a first-time encounter as idyllic and flawless as this. I’d admired her beauty for months, but nothing had prepared me for this moment. She was confident in her ability and performance. She wasn’t shy about being naked with me or taking what she wanted. She not only enjoyed sex immensely, she was outstanding at knowing how to please me. She was as focused on giving me pleasure as she was on receiving it. I’d watched her come multiple times, her orgasms inspiring more enthusiasm in me.
I watched her face as her pleasure overtook her. I watched her chest as her breasts swayed with our movements. I watched my hands as they dug into her slender waistline, holding her as close to me as I could get. And then, finally, I watched without shame as I disappeared into this beautiful woman over and over again. It was the sight of our connection that unraveled my determination to carry on.
“I’m close,” I grunted without interrupting our rhythm. “What should we do?”
“Just keep moving,” she breathed. “I promise… I won’t get pregnant. Please. Come inside of me.”
In my blind lust, I made a snap judgment to trust her. I came just as she asked with her astride me, and I was proud when my own release triggered her to enjoy yet another of her own. Together, we slowed and then ceased our movements. As we focused on catching our breaths, my thoughts began to race.
After months of being fascinated by her, I could barely comprehend the events of the evening. I never could have predicted this. I had fantasized about having sex with Kathleen, but I’d never imagined anything like what had just happened. I was impatient to take her again. I wanted to watch her come apart once more, next time beneath me. Hell, I wanted to make her come as many times as she would allow, knowing that I was the one serving her with unrelenting lust.
As I watched Kathleen and considered making love to her again, her shoulders began to tremble. Concerned, I slid my hands from her waist to her back and pulled her closer to me. Our bodies were both glistening from our efforts and although the tangible sight and the tickle of her breasts against my chest turned me on, I worried about her.
“You’re shaking like a leaf. Are you cold?” I asked. I reached over to the nearby covers and began to reluctantly cover this naked beauty straddling me, but she covered my hand with her hand, stopping me.
“No.” Kathleen’s voice was full of wonder.
Her emotion drew me in. “Did I hurt you?” I asked and dropped the sheet.
She scratched my thighs with soothing languid sensuality. “No,” she repeated, this time with a sated smile. However, she continued to quiver underneath my touch.
“What is it, then? Please tell me.”
“I don’t know what happens next,” she confessed. “What do I do now? Do you want me to leave?”
I tightened my hold on her and did my best not to growl in response. “I want you to stay.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes. We’re not done yet. I want you here all night.”
At this, Kathleen’s trembling began to ease. I was flaccid now, but our bodies still felt united. She was hesitant to move off my lap, and I was unwilling to let her go just yet. She looked into my eyes, and even in the dim moonlight I could see how overcome she was. Desire still lingered in her expression, but also something else. I was quiet but watchful as she processed her own emotions. She tried to guard her feelings from me, but I saw the tinge of fear in her eyes as she searched my own, as though she was waiting for something bad to happen.
I couldn’t stop myself. I broke eye contact and kissed her neck, eager to offer her reassurance and impatient to taste her skin. She tilted her head back to allow me access. I shifted my hips and withdrew from her body in the process, but we clung to one another as I repositioned our bodies on the bed. We lay haphazardly diagonal on top of the covers, and she opened her legs to allow me total access to her. I settled in between her thighs, and we lost minutes to our kissing. At times, we explored one another’s mouths with restraint and care, and at others we surrendered to the frenzy and passion of our mutual attraction.
As soon as I grew hard again, Kathleen smiled.
I pulled back and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “I’ve never seen you more beautiful.”
I covered her breast with my hand and began to gently massage her. She moaned and arched her back. Her breast pressed against my palm in the process and I rolled her nipple between my fingertips, causing it to grow taut from my attention.
“I want you,” I said. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She relaxed her legs and her knees touched the mattress. She arched her body against me even more and I slid my other arm around her slender waist.
Her dreamy eyes met my own. “You can have me, Jack. All night. In any way you want to take me.”
I needed no further encouragement and pushed back inside her with careless intensity. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, but then stilled underneath me. I paused, sensing her sudden tension.
“I’m sorry.” She chewed the side of her mouth. “I need to remember to be quiet.”
She’d remembered we were not alone in the house, and I wanted to offer her reassurance. I pulled back and thrust forward again with intentional strength. She cried out once more, although softer this time, and I reveled in her abandon.
“Don’t be too quiet,” I said with a playful grin. “I like hearing you come.”
She offered a lively smile of her own, looking so sexy lying underneath me. I hardened even more inside her and felt dizzy from craving her body so much. She moaned and dug her hands into my ass.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Show me how much you like this.”
“It’s you I like,” she corrected me between pants. “I like everything you’re doing, and I like watching you.”
Moments passed as Kathleen’s sentiments filtered into my consciousness, but as soon as they did, I shifted back into tenderness. We didn’t halt our movements. I kept pushing and pulling over her, but my palm cupped her cheek as we looked deep into one another’s eyes. As I stared down at her, I was awestruck by her beauty in an entirely new way.
“I’ve waited so long to hear that,” I confessed. “You have no idea how long.”
I spoke the truth. I’d forgotten how incredible, powerful and emotional it could be to make love to someone who felt as strongly about me as I did for her. My breathing increased, almost erratic. Not because of my arousal or my exertion, but simply because she was so happy to be here, in this very moment. With me.
I brought my face closer to hers while I kept our celestial rhythm. Our eyes stayed locked as I struggled to say more to her.
“To hear you say this. To watch us move together. To feel your heart pounding. To let you reach into my soul. I’m not…”
Kathleen interrupted my unfiltered thoughts with a kiss so pure and sweet that I forgot everything else I had intended to say. Yet again, I was reduced to declaring my emotions with my body. My hands tangled in her hair as I sought to lengthen our kiss.
I heard the noises we made, along with those of the bed. There was no disguising our activity from anyone, but neither of us had a care in the universe beyond each other. Although our initial frenzy had eased, Kathleen’s pleasure built up once more. She moaned against my mouth before dropping her head back. Her eyes stayed closed and her expression reflected her total concentration on her approaching orgasm.
“I’m coming again, Jack.” The words tumbled away from her lips and settled on my heart.
“So strong,” I marveled aloud.
Kathleen’s fingers dug deep into my shoulders, holding me as though her life depended on it.
“I have you,” I promised her.
“Never…” she breathed.
“Never what?” I asked.
“Never this much with anyone,” she breathed. “Never so good.”
Kathleen was overcome just as she finished her declaration. She called my name repeatedly, and this was my own undoing. As Kathleen’s orgasm subsided my own followed, somehow more powerful than the first. Now it was my turn to call out to her while reciprocating her grip. I was lightheaded. Out of breath. Sweating. And happier than I could ever remember being with any woman.
When my senses returned, I discovered Kathleen was pulling me down to rest against her. She stroked my hair as she encouraged me to relax. My eyes drifted shut as I welcomed her loving gestures. My fingers found her hip and I couldn’t resist sweeping them up and down the irresistible soft flare of her figure.
We lay like that for some time, both of us quiet and showing our affection with our fingertips. I expected we’d both drift into sleep, but our soft touches lingered. My mind was relaxed but overflowing with reminiscences of what had taken place. I could feel Kathleen’s body with my touch. Her warm, even breaths floated along my chest. Yet I was in disbelief that she’d chosen me.
I opened my eyes and my glance first landed on her hip and thigh. I pulled my gaze upwards, along the length of her body, pausing to take in her splendid full breasts before reaching her face. Kathleen was smiling, and I knew she’d been watching my eyes drift along her body. I smiled back.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she whispered.
“I’m trying very hard not to think about anything. Right now, I just want to experience lying here with you.”
I dropped my hand from her hip, and she parted her thighs just enough to allow my touch. My palm came to rest between her legs. Here, she was soft and wet. My skin absorbed her heat. Kathleen didn’t retreat and neither did I.
“How are you feeling?” I asked with an experimental pat.
“Happy.”
“Do you need anything? Water? A warm bath?”
Kathleen’s hand moved down to my own and her fingers encircled my wrist. “Just this.”
I leaned forward and kissed her softly. Kathleen’s hand left my arm and wrapped around my neck, pulling our bodies together. My wandering hand found her backside next as our kiss deepened.
When I pulled back, I hesitated. “Let’s get more comfortable. I want you to rest.”
I pulled on Kathleen’s hand and, together, we repositioned ourselves on the bed. Our heads rested against the pillows and I draped the sheets over our legs. The room was warm, and I couldn’t quite bring myself to cover Kathleen’s stunning breasts. She rolled onto her side and I snuggled up behind her.
“Is this all right?” I asked, punctuating my question with a kiss to her shoulder.
She hummed her approval. Moments later, with my palm caressing her chest, I fell into a satisfying and deep slumber.