34. SARA

Chance seems to take what I said for what it was: an open invitation to do what he wants with me.

He scoops me up in his arm and carries me into my bedroom. Thank God I cleaned up this morning, otherwise he’d be tripping over shoes and assorted electronics. He reaches the edge of my bed and lays me down on my back.

I reach my arms up to him. “Don’t make me wait.”

He props himself on top of me and kisses me slowly and luxuriously, prompting fresh heat between my legs. I can’t believe how horny I still am after such an amazing orgasm. It’s like there’s a never-ending supply of electrical energy down there.

After some long, loving moments of kissing, Chance whispers: “We’ve been there and done this. Let’s try something new.”

My stomach flutters at the thought of what will come next. He moves his mouth first to my neck, then down to my breasts, all the while positioning himself over top of me. Then he moves lower, kissing my belly with a dart of his tongue, then down to my navel.

Oh God, the anticipation almost makes me pass out.

My hands instinctively go to his hair as his shoulders drop under my thighs and lift them up off the bed. Finally his lips touch my outer entrance and a deep moan escapes me. Soon his tongue is working its way through my crevice, slowly but urgently, with a force that makes me squirm.

Then it finds my clit and my fingers wrestle grip his hair and pull involuntarily.

“OhyesohyesohyesOHYES,” I babble as the waves crash over me again, this time so powerful that my hips buck and slam against the force of his tongue. How can something so small be so strong?

My hands leave his hair and find his hands. Our fingers twine together as I struggle to get my breathing under control. Chance takes a moment to look up at me from between my legs. The image of his face there, in my most secret of places, is so powerful it almost triggers another orgasm just on its own.

I’ve waited for this moment for so long, I can’t believe it’s finally here. With Chance.

I take his face in my hands and pull him upwards.

“I want to do it to you now,” I pant. “I want to make you feel like you made me feel.”

He gets to his knees and I plant myself on all fours, so that I’m looking directly at his long, hard shaft. It feels so good in my hand that I just want to hold onto it forever. But part of me is insatiably curious to find out how it feels somewhere else.

I hold my breath for a moment, waiting for the familiar shouts in my mind. I’ve never been this close to anyone’s manhood before – if the voices are going to return, now will be the time.

Nothing. There’s nothing to stop me anymore. I’m free.

His eyes close and a groan escapes his lips as I take the tip into my mouth and slide my tongue around it. My hands take hold of his buttocks as I move further down, taking more into me.

He takes my hand gently and moves it back to the base of his cock. He must like both sensations at the same time. I’m happy to oblige.

“Good, Sara,” he moans. “That’s so good.”

As my mouth works the top, my hand tugs the base, until Chance’s hips start to move in synch with the pleasure. I always wondered what it would be like to be so close to Chance, to know every inch of him like this. Now I know: it’s heaven.

After an eternity of this bliss, Chance finally pulls back gently and takes himself out of my mouth. He kneels next to me and kisses me slowly and deeply.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers. “Don’t move.”

I lie back on my pillow, stroking my belly with my fingernails and savoring the anticipation. A moment later, he’s back, ripping open a small square with his teeth. He pulls the condom free and moves it toward his cock.

“Let me,” I say, taking his hand. “Please. I should learn.”

He smiles. “Please do.”

I grasp his shaft and position the condom at the tip, rolling it down the rest of him with my other hand. He’s long and thick, and the latex stretches over it like a second skin.

“That’s perfect,” he moans.

“I think I’m ready,” I say, opening my legs wide. “What should I do?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he says as he kneels between my legs. “We’ll have to take it nice and easy.”

I gasp as the tip slides against my outer opening and presses against my clit. The pressure and the pleasure combine, so that my whole world becomes a sensation.

“Easy,” he breathes. “Easy.”

“I’m ready,” I say, biting my bottom lip.

Chance moves his hips and the sensation is suddenly sharp. I gasp and grip his shoulders tightly as he slides the shaft in. Finally, he fills me all the way.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I sigh. “I’m more than fine.”

My hips tremble as he pulls out, then slides back in. Each stroke becomes easier, until we establish a rhythm, moving our hips in time with each other.

This is what everyone is always talking about. No wonder every rock song ever is about it.

“Sara,” he moans. “Oh, Sara. Finally.”

“I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” I say. “It’s so good. Sooo good.”

Talking seems to have stoked our passion even more. Chance speeds up his strokes, going a bit deeper with each one. I respond with my own movements, driving my hips upwards to feel every last inch of him.

Our breath mingles as the pleasure mounts. His face is next to mine, my arms are around his neck, pulling him to me so that we can be as together as two people can be. Finally the pleasure becomes unbearable and I have to let go of everything.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he pants. “I can’t – ”

“Come, baby,” I whisper. “Finally. After all these years, come.”

His entire body tenses like a steel spring beneath my fingers as I wrap my legs around him and ride the wave. Endless moments of ecstasy carry me higher and higher, my mind only aware of my body and his, until we can’t take anymore and we both collapse on the bed, exhausted.

We lay there, limbs tangled, sweat drying against each other’s skin, our breath slowly going back to normal. The feeling of satisfaction and closeness is so intense, I fear that moving will somehow break the spell.

Finally Chance leans into my ear and whispers: “How do you feel?”

I smile. “Like I’ve been getting royally ripped off for a very, very long time.”