Lilli…

I slid my hands along his warm, warm, skin and hugged him with my thighs as he moved with purpose inside me. He smoothed his thumbs along the side of my cheek as if to move my hair but really, it was a protective, covetous touch that made me grip him harder with my pussy. I wanted him inside me, deep and deeper still, and there would be no way that I could get enough.

I was madly, deeply, and totally in love with a man named Backdraft and it brought me such happiness I couldn’t even begin to express it. For once, the author had no words, and so, I tried to tell him via a different route.

I kissed him with passion, I gripped him with fervor, I touched every smooth and chiseled inch of him that I could put my hands on and I felt like it was still woefully inadequate to express how I felt. I had never had a man set me on fire the way that he did.

I giggled against his mouth, I couldn’t help it, and he pulled back from our kiss and searched my face, a smile of his own touching his lips.

“What?” he asked in a gentle whisper, but he didn’t stop moving his hips. If anything, pushing himself up like he had, had driven him deeper, the way I wanted. I felt my eyes flutter shut and I moaned. I remembered I owed him an explanation and fought my way through the fog of bliss to give it to him.

“Mm, I thought it was your job to put out fires. Not to start them.”

He chuckled deeply, darkly, and put his lips next to my ear and whispered in a sexy growl, “Well, let me introduce you to a controlled burn, baby.”

The way he said it, so intense, so low and sincere, made me shudder beneath him. I put my hands to his face and my mouth to his, the intensity turned up between us as we kissed like our very survival depended on it.

He reared up, and hooked an arm beneath one of my knees, laying my leg along his chest, resting my calf on his shoulder, his hand smoothing up and down over the silk of my stocking as he seated himself impossibly deep inside me and stilled for the time being. His other hand he used to trail fingertips across my chest in a feather-light touch, drawing an ever-tightening spiral around one nipple before pinching it with slowly increasing pressure until I threw back my head and gasped. He kept things just like that, where it just felt so good and didn’t spill over into pain.

He jerked his hips thrusting himself into me, our bodies already tight together, rocking inside of me, touching off gentle waves of pleasure that swept up from my core to be met from the waves cascading down from my chest. They met in a swirl of euphoria in the very depths of my being and I moaned, this gasping little pathetic thing that was choked down on a strangled cry when his other hand smoothed down my leg, his thumb finding my clit to tease it with a gentle and fine pressure.

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” I cried and gripped the covers with one hand while I stuffed the other against my mouth to keep from crying out too loudly.

He smiled down at me and turned his head, pressing a kiss against my leg as he slowly began to draw his hips back, adding to the rolling motion, finding that spot inside me, teasing it from the inside at the same time he teased it from the outside with his thumb.

I cried out and it sounded like I whined a little but I couldn’t tell if it was because I was on the edge and I was whining for more, or if the intense feelings he wrought were getting to be too much and I needed him to stop. He smiled just a little, and a dark passion filled his eyes as he encouraged me, “That’s it, baby. Come for me, come around my dick. You’re almost there, you got this.”

I panted, feeling like he drew me tight and tighter, my body bowing, shivering with the tension as if I were a rubber band stretched to the breaking point, only when I snapped, it was the best thing to have ever happened to me.

I spasmed and jerked against him, my voice dragged from me as the intensity of the orgasm reached a point where it almost scared me. I wasn’t one to typically cede that much control, but I let him take it and I trusted him, and when the point came that the attention to my clit was far too much, that I was far too sensitive, and I was about to wrap both my hands around his wrist to pull it away, he let go. He moved his hand away from it and back to the top of my thigh, hugging my leg to him as he rode out the last waves of my orgasm, thrusting slowly but surely, his eyes closed as if listening to fine music.

Maybe he was. Maybe he was listening to me. To the little feral whimpers and moans, to my gasping and panting as the sensations he brought out in me plateaued and miraculously began to slowly build all over again.

I didn’t know if I could take anymore, but I wanted to find out. I lay for a moment and stared up at him, dazed. He looked down at me and smiled, bowing over me to place his lips against mine again and I was certain that this was everything; that this was what heaven must be like. To love and be loved, to feel it so completely you didn’t have to speak the words.

I wrapped my arms around him and held close to him. He cradled my head in his hand, his arms slipping around my body to hold me in his protective embrace and I felt so whole, so safe and wanted. It was all I had ever desired and he gave it to me so freely I nearly wept. Yet still he moved inside me as if he had all the time, stamina, and energy in the world.

I gasped, low and slow, even as that sweet sensation suffused me, growing in intensity as the dawn, until that moment where the universe held its breath and all of that light and life burst over my horizon and I cried out, holding tightly to him, his voice rough and ragged in my ear as he cried out too, “Oh, God, Lil!” and his cock throbbed in counterpoint to the pulsating pleasure emanating from the center of my very being.

We came back to each other, me cradled carefully against his chest; him, holding himself protectively over the top of me; both of us, our breathing ragged and uneven. We stared each other in the eyes, wonder shaping our expressions as we stared at one another in disbelief.

I don’t think it had felt that amazing to either of us with anyone else. It was written in our expressions, etched into our hearts and minds and clear as a summer blue sky. We’d just shared something special, something phenomenal, something like neither of us had ever experienced before.

Backdraft said it best when he uttered a single word into the quiet hush of the hotel room.

“Wow.”

Wow, indeed.