“Midnight Angel, Won’t You Say You Will?”
Nathan
“Safe place, angel.” I breathed the words against her mouth and kissed her softly, ending by tracing her lips with my tongue. “It wouldn’t have been different if you hadn’t shared, but I definitely need you to know that now. I’m a safe place. I’ll go with you anywhere you want to go tonight, but it happens when you want it. When you need it.” My lips traced her jaw and the hollow beneath her ear, moving then to her neck and licking the racing pulse there.
She tucked her face into my neck and gripped the waistband of my jeans, whimpering. “I do need you, Nathan, please.” Her breath was harsh against my neck, but she eventually wrapped my jaw in one hand and lifted my face to meet hers, our eyes locked together. “I want this, Nathan. I want to feel you moving inside me. And I’m not afraid.” She swallowed and breathed deeply, calming herself. “I’m not damaged goods. You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves.”
I couldn’t imagine another woman who would leave herself so exposed and vulnerable in a situation like this one. Five years. Five fucking years. The forces warring in my chest screamed to protect her and to own her completely. I pulled her tee over her head, dropping it to the floor and pulling her to me. “I need to feel you against me first, Camille. Just you and me, nothing between.”
She shimmied out of her shorts, tossed flip-flops against the wall and stood in the dim moonlight that streamed through the rear window. Only a white cotton bra and small white panties separated me and her perfection. I held her eyes, stripping out of my shoes, jeans, tee. The black boxer briefs remained, barely containing the ache between my legs, and I pulled her to me again, keeping our eyes locked. I nuzzled into her hair, intoxicated.
She groaned and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, beginning to slide them down my legs as she sank slowly to her knees. My cock throbbed uncontrollably at the sight, and it took every ounce of self-control I could find to divert her attention back to my face. “Angel, you don’t have to take me in your mouth tonight. Babe, you don’t.” As much as I craved the heat of her wet mouth on my cock, I’d been harboring concerns about her ability to take my length. When I’d fingered her little pussy on the sofa, getting even two fingers in hadn’t been easy. A good, up-close look at what felt like the biggest erection of my life might send her packing.
Her voice was quiet, and her breathing stilled as she looked at my face. “I want to know all of you, Nathan. I want to know how you taste, how you feel. Let me see you, baby.” She set her hands at my waist and pulled the briefs down, allowing my cock to slip free, thicker even than usual and almost painful with arousal. I watched her study my hard length, heavily veined, distended and nearly purple. The head was wide and pulsed upward toward my abs as she traced the underside with her finger, then her tongue. It swiped suddenly upward to taste the thick drops of precum dripping from the head. She swallowed noticeably and looked into my eyes. “You’re delicious, Nathan. Want more, please.” Before I could process anything beyond her words, her mouth was full of my cock, and I was flying. Her tongue strummed the frenulum, occasionally dipping further. One hand curled around the upper part of my thigh; the other gripped the cheek of my ass, squeezing. With both, she pulled me closer. Then I was swallowed much farther as she took the substantial length of me and slipped her wet tongue down to sweep across the root of my cock.
A strangled chuckle escaped my lips, and I worked to form words. “Damn, baby…damn. What the hell…no gag reflex?” My ass tightened as an orgasm began to swirl like a tornado at the base of my spine. Holy fuck, I was going to come like a freight train unless I got a handle on this, and fast.
Then my hands were under her arms, hauling her up my naked length. “Camille,” I rasped, “the bed, baby. Get on the fucking bed. My cock can’t take more of that. I’m gonna fill your mouth now if we don’t stop, and there’s so much more than that for tonight.” She took my hand and stood at the edge of the bed, unhooking the front of her bra. The straps slid slowly off her arms, soft breasts falling free of the constraints of the fabric. Then, as my eyes trailed farther down, she pushed the panties down her legs and kicked them into the corner. I could see the shadow of a lovely scripted tattoo decorating her ribcage on the left side. “Perfect, baby. All pink and wet, so perfect. My mouth wants all of you, angel. Your nipples, your breasts, the folds of your pussy. Lie back, Camille. I’m so hungry.”
She stretched out on the fluffy down duvet, arms over her head, and pulled her slim legs onto the bed’s edge, bent and open wide. There, open to my gaze, was her pale pink cunt. Glistening, tight, and completely bare. I dropped to my knees. I could discern her heartbeat as I stared at her pulsing clit, swelling and peeking out from under its hood. I would come back for that. A bead of honey slid from her slit, and I didn’t hesitate a second before dipping my tongue to taste her. A moan fell from her lips as my tongue pushed past her opening. “So good, Nathan.” Her legs spread impossibly wider, and she dragged a finger through the wetness, drawing slickness up and over her clit. Then she raised herself on her elbows to meet my eyes. “I want to watch you eat me, Nathan.”
My tongue bathed her smooth outer lips, moving idly toward her opening and breaching it, tasting the luscious wetness there and humming my pleasure. I lifted my eyes to meet hers, dark navy blue in the moonlight that dappled our naked bodies. Lapping at her pussy now, I allowed my tongue to stray toward her clit, indolently circling. Her eyes fluttered closed, upper body melting backward onto a pillow. She moaned and tugged at my hair, urging me on. “Please, Nathan. More, baby…need more.” The pleading tone of her voice alone made the ache in my cock even more severe, and I felt cum drip from it, the warmth sliding down my stomach as I knelt, worshipping her.
I allowed my tongue to lave, unhurried, across the distended knot of her clit, slowly gathering speed. Teasing her entrance with one finger, then two, I pushed them slowly inside, marveling again at the snugness. My tongue never slowed, lashing her clit as she pushed her hips off the bedclothes and into my face. Two fingers inside fucked her at a leisurely pace. “Close…” she breathed. “Yes, baby.” Her fingernails raked my hair frantically, and her walls closed on my fingers and rippled, hard and rhythmic. She cried out, coming in my mouth, and her warmth baptized my fingers and tongue.
I continued to bathe her gently with the flat of my tongue, lessening the pressure gradually and easing her down. When her hips relaxed, and the spasms tugging at me subsided, I moved to her side, leaving two fingers inside her, stroking gently. “Maybe even more beautiful than last time, angel.” I kissed her, allowing her a sample of her own intoxicating taste. “I love how your pussy loves my mouth.” I dropped my head to suckle a pale nipple, still stroking with my fingers.
Her small hand wrapped around the base of my erection, caressing the shaft slowly and rolling a thumb over the head, now glistening with the precum leaking from the slit. She was a confection fabricated in a dream, blond hair spilling across one breast, pale and illuminated with only the barest moonlight, perfumed with her own pleasure. I reluctantly pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, relishing the taste, and then rolled my body to cover hers, giving her some of my weight but supporting most on my elbows. Her thighs instinctively parted for me, and the heaviness of my cock settled in the warm cradle of her pussy lips. I stroked her slowly with the head of my dick, appreciating the wetness readying her body for the invasion by mine. My palm curled around the back of her neck possessively, and my mouth was at her ear.
“Angel, this is important; look at me.” Her face turned, beautiful, questioning. I stilled my hips and rested against her. “Do you want me to use protection, Camille? I’m clean, and there’s been no one since…” My voice faded briefly. “No one for almost four years. But the choice is entirely yours.”
Her eyes were soft. “There’s been no one for years. After the attack, the doctor said that…well, he said I’ll never have a baby. The damage was too severe, even after all the repairs. But for tonight’s purposes, I’m healthy, too.” She blinked twice, slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, and then wound her arms around my neck. “I want to feel you, Nathan, and I want you to feel all of me, too.”
My head dropped to her neck, mouth nipping and licking, and I whispered near her ear. “Slowly, babe, no rush.” Her thighs again opened, and the broad head of my cock prodded her slickness. Once, twice, and then with a bit more effort, I pushed myself just inside. At once, she tightened and gasped, reflexively pulling away slightly. I stilled the intrusion of my hips and whispered, “Just a little breath, angel.” It was an effort to harness the fire roaring through me. This was almost like the first time. For both of us. A groan escaped her, and then her hips lifted in welcome, taking me. I kissed her jaw and pushed her open slowly with the length of my shaft.
“More, baby.” Her voice was quiet, but I felt her fingers squeezing my ass cheeks. “Need more, Nathan.” She relaxed a bit more around me, and my cock throbbed, loving the heat.
Beginning a painfully slow stroke, I groaned into her ear. “Love your pussy, angel.” She relaxed further into me, and my cock pumped rhythmically, picking up speed gradually. “That’s my girl,” I whispered. “Take my cock, baby.” Fuck. She was hot. And so tight.
She panted softly with every stroke and raised her eyes to meet mine. “I want all of you, Nate. So close now.” She wound her legs tightly around my waist and dug her heels frantically into the small of my back, urging me on. Her face begged for release, and I felt her flutter around me.
“Let go, angel. When you’re ready, I’ve got you,” I whispered, gripping her and driving her gently against the bed. My cock pushed relentlessly, and a small smile spread across her beautiful face. Her pussy tightened even further and grasped me rhythmically as she panted, gratified. I pushed a hand under her soft bottom and tilted her to better accommodate me, finally burying myself completely. The fitful clutch of her sweet little cunt was all I needed to feel for the knot of cum to rise in my cock, pulsing convulsively from me and bathing her core.
We battled together through the pleasure of our shared climax, clinging to each other and panting. Soon enough, the room was saturated with silence and filtered moonlight, interrupted only by her sighs of pleasure and the occasional kiss or caress I offered her fevered skin.
We lay contented for long moments, soaking in the quiet of the night and cherishing the intensity of what had just passed between us. She spoke first, eyes now lazy but cheeks still flushed. “It’s been such a long time, Nathan. I didn’t know if I could give myself this way again after…well, after. I didn’t know if I’d panic or if my mind would return to revisit that night.” Her legs tightened around me, and a soft hand moved to stroke my face. “But my head and my body and my…heart were so full of Nathan.” She tucked her face into my chest. “There was no one here with me tonight but you.” Her face pulled back to look at mine, relaxed and peaceful. “I see it now, Nate. It just had to be you. There wasn’t anyone else.”
“Angel.” My hands tangled in her silky hair again. “I told you before we first kissed that things might never be the same.” My mouth touched hers. “What I didn’t say was I was very sure they would never be the same again.” I rolled us to our sides, stroking gently under the curve of her bottom. “Sleep, baby. Tonight is an occasion. A fluid bond. Keep me inside you tonight.” I tucked her back snugly to my front and pulled up the duvet to protect us from the encroaching cool of the desert night. “Sleep, babe.”