Chapter Fourteen
For a second or two, Steve drowned in Lissa’s eyes. Then he tugged on her, sliding her from her knees onto his body. Her soft breasts brushed his naked thighs and he tore off his shirt, desperate to feel them crushed to his chest.
She smiled and helped, freeing his arms from the sleeves, ending up lying on top of him, her pussy grinding down on his already close-to-exploding cock.
He stared at her again, her face so close to his, glowing with excitement and the simple happiness of being in his arms.
He wanted her. Wanted to devour her, hold her, fuck her and love her. He knew her, inside and out. He shared her desires, felt her emotions and adored her body. They had so much in common, and enjoyed their differences. She was unique, unlike any woman he’d ever met in the past.
And so he kissed her.
He forced himself to take his time, to let his tongue explore the softness of hers, the hardness of her teeth, the slickness of the inside of her mouth. He breathed her in, a light floral scent mixed with woman. Her scent.
One hand held her head against his as the other stroked up and down the length of her spine, sliding beneath her panties to cup her buttocks and then tracing back up her body.
She was all heat and woman beneath his touch, breasts pressed between them, nipples hard as he deepened their kiss. She was a wave of sensual pleasure rolling across the sands of his skin, rippling and moving in a caress that spoke so much more loudly than words ever could.
He pulled his lips from hers and reached down, pushing at the panties, wanting all of her naked and on top of him. He smiled as she wriggled, finally kicking them away.
Holding her close, he looked at her face once more. This time it wasn’t Steve’s eyes that were moist, it was hers. And as he stared, they overflowed, a drop of pure sensual joy falling onto her cheek and glittering against her white skin.
He couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and touching it with his finger. So warm. He tasted it, tasted the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her need.
Lissa whimpered and buried her face in his neck, kissing him with swift pecks to his chest and under his ears. She nuzzled him, finding a nook in his neck that fit her nose just right.
Steve held her closer and rolled her. Now he could speak to her. Not in words, but in deeds. He was discovering a silent language with Lissa. One they both could understand.
And he was stunned at the realization.
Pale against his sheets, her body went willingly with his, ready for him, wanting him, her hands reaching for him even as they moved. He lifted up, taking his weight on his hands and settling his cock so near to her pussy that he could feel the heat as it radiated from deep inside her.
It melted him.
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It was Lissa’s turn to stare at Steve.
His brown eyes were full of emotions, his face no longer a mask of casual interest or sexual desire. He let her see his feelings, the pleasure she was sharing with him and his need to express so much that could not be said.
She rested, content, his weight a delicious pressure on her abdomen as he held himself above her breasts and looked at her. Really looked at her.
Her skin heated and chilled under his gaze, and she knew her nipples were taut buds, longing for his lips. He knew it, too. With delicate precision, he bent and licked one, a swift swipe of hot wetness, gone too soon. But before Lissa could draw breath to sigh, he was back, this time ringing the hard peak with heat and finally lowering his mouth to suckle her, pulling her deep into his mouth where she so longed to be.
A shot of electricity arrowed down her body to her loins, and she shuddered at the force of it.
Steve did it again, this time to the other breast, and Lissa bit back a cry of sheer delight. But he didn’t stop there. He kissed her everywhere. He licked her everywhere. He buried his face between her breasts and gently nipped the delicate skin he found there, laving the hurt with his tongue and moving on.
Always moving, always touching.
He became a blur, an all-encompassing sensation of soft lips, hard body and wet tongue. He found her sensitive places and made others jump with pleasure. He touched her in the wake of his caresses, hands stroking, soothing, arousing her all over again.
Her navel received attention, and she shivered and laughed as he tickled her, teased her, then loved her with skillful precision. She tensed as he slid lower, knowing she was wet, so wet, and aching to feel him at the core of her body.
Lissa parted her thighs wide, offering herself. A silent invitation, a baring of her most intimate secrets. There was no hidden sexual agenda, no wild and crazy lust for new experiences. Just a simple here I am. Take me.
The sensation of Steve’s shoulders nestling between her legs was a delight all its own, but as he dipped his head and found her hot and swollen folds, Lissa flew to new heights.
With slow care, he began a leisurely voyage around the hills and valleys of her pussy, lapping at her juices, spreading them over the skin in a sizzling slick of desire. He encouraged her clit to come out and play, swiping his tongue around it, teasing it, stopping just short of the moment that would tip her over the edge. She could feel his breath, the rasp of his chin, the occasional graze of his teeth. He cherished her pussy with the utmost attention to every single move, and before too long had passed, Lissa felt an exquisite pain, a screaming desire for him to go that last yard, to push her off into the whirlwind of her orgasm.
She trembled, sighed, moaned and couldn’t keep her hips still. Steve solved the problem by sliding his arms under her thighs and then clasping them tight against his elbows, bringing his hands over the top and back to her pussy where he pulled the folds apart.
She cried out as the air hit her clit, and once more as his tongue plundered the hot honey flowing from her body. He buried his face in her, inhaling, then breathing out, just that simple act an arousal all its own. She could not withstand this sort of loving, not without breaking very, very soon.
Not surprisingly, Steve sensed it. He lifted his head from between her legs and dropped a light kiss on the top of her mound. Once more their eyes met and she knew.
It was time.
Strong arms lifted her thighs, and she bent her legs, resting her feet on the bed. But he didn’t stop there. He pushed, raising her thighs even more, sliding them up and over his arms, following them with his body as he raised himself onto his knees.
He stopped when her ankles touched his shoulders, knees almost straight, the heat of his skin burning the backs of her legs. And when he positioned her in front of his cock, he looked at her once more. And smiled.
“Steve…”
“Ssshh.”
His body shifted, sliding towards hers, nearer and nearer until she wanted to scream at him to fill her, complete her, just do it.
But the look on his face held her silent. He radiated pleasure, the excitement and thrill of finally sinking into her, making them one as his cock entered her darkness. He was hard, so hard and big that she felt every single inch of him as he pushed her pussy lips apart and entered her hot darkness.
Wet and ready, there were no checks to bar his way, and Lissa felt her muscles stretch to take him, all of him, a perfect match of male to female, a perfect fit of man to woman.
In this position, Steve could go deep, more deeply into her than he’d ever gone before. But after this loving, Lissa knew he was already deeper by far than she’d ever realized a man could be.
His cock thrust against her womb, but his spirit, his soul, was thrust someplace else, someplace that had been empty and dark until this moment. Until this man. Her eyes blurred with tears as he began to move, leaking from her eyes in soft rivers of passion.
She’d never been fucked like this before. And in that instant she realized she’d never been loved before.
Then he pressed against her clit and her brain shut down all conscious thought, focusing solely on the inexorable climb that had begun what seemed like years ago with the first touch of his lips on hers.
Steadily Steve thrust, stroking her inner silk with his cock and her body with his hands. The abrasion of his groin against hers was an added pleasure, each touch a stimulus, each withdrawal a pain to be endured until the pleasure returned.
Lissa was so ready that her neck arched within moments of his penetration, and she was only dimly aware that he was panting as he claimed her for his own.
It built, a sharp tingle in her spine, an overwhelming onrush of heat. She was coming, coming…trembling…almost there…
Steve buried himself inside her and groaned, a deep resounding roll of thunder from the depths of his lungs.
It was too much. Lissa erupted, a shriek pushing past her lips and tears of ecstasy flooding her eyes. Wave after wave of orgasmic shudders rolled over her, fed by the throbbing pulses she could feel inside. His balls were emptying their precious cargo into her most secret places, filling her, sending her off the cliff on a wild flight through stars, fireworks and strange universes where time didn’t exist.
Her breath caught, her body convulsed and she rode out her orgasm with an abandon she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams.
Steve moved, pushing himself even further into her soul and the spasms continued, softer and more gentle this time, but still clamping around his cock, still milking it, still demanding all he had and more. Lissa had no clue how long it lasted, she was lost in the void, letting her body lead the way, blindly following through fields of pleasure and delight.
Oh, my God…
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Steve’s world shifted as he felt Lissa’s inner muscles wrap around his cock, holding it, holding him a willing prisoner. With her ass resting on his thighs, her legs either side of his head and her hot, wet pussy so close to his body, he could explore her in new ways.
He slid deep, letting her juices welcome him and her inner walls embrace him. The mere touch was almost enough to shoot him off like a rocket, but he clenched his teeth, determined to prolong this intimate exchange, this oddly gentle and sensual lovemaking.
The whimpers and moans she made were music to his ears, echoed by the shudders of her body. And they struck an answering chord in him, as need billowed up from his balls to his eyebrows. He withdrew and then returned, biting back his own cry of pleasure as the head of his cock brushed against her womb.
He knew he simply couldn’t take much more. The overwhelming need to explode within Lissa was too strong.
Without even realizing it, his hips moved more quickly, needing to withdraw his cock only to thrust it home again and again. The alternating heat of her sex and the chill of the air fueled him, driving him rapidly to his peak.
He choked as their bodies clashed in a final collision, and let go.
Let it all go. The pain, the frustration, all the pent-up emotions that had plagued him from his past. In one massive release, he freed his soul, finding solace in the welcoming body that, even now, was clutching at him as Lissa took her own road to ecstasy.
He throbbed, balls aching with the fury of their need. Blind and deaf, he rolled with the orgasm, holding their bodies in a grip of steel, refusing to let anything come between them as they merged, blended, sharing this moment of climax.
Steve didn’t even realize he’d groaned as the breath forced its way from his lungs. He simply pulled their bodies tighter together, vaguely aware his movement had reignited the fire inside Lissa.
She still held him, still rippled around him, sobbing and crying out now as her orgasm drew out past the limits of her endurance. As his heart slowed and the madness receded, he watched her, skin flushed, tears on her cheeks and belly fluttering with the contractions that continued to rack her.
Finally, she eased, and Steve could feel the muscles of her legs soften in the aftermath. Gently he lowered them, trying his best to stay inside her. He wanted to savor her warmth, the hot flood of their liquids bathing his cock, the scent of sex—he wanted to hold this moment forever in his brain.
Perhaps he could. Even though they both subsided into limp limbs and sweaty skin, this memory would never fade. He wouldn’t let it.
With a sigh, he pulled Lissa close, settling her in her spot, head on his shoulder, curve to dip, peak to valley.
They fit.
It was his last conscious thought as exhaustion and emotion overwhelmed him and he tumbled into a peaceful sleep.
When he awoke, the sun was setting. A draft chilled his skin and he reached for Lissa.
She wasn’t there.
Steve sat up, trying to banish the sleep from his brain and his eyes. It was a small trailer. It didn’t take him long to realize the awful truth.
Lissa was gone.