Chapter 9
Alex
I have never felt anything like I did when I undressed Emma. She was so beautiful. And the way she was too—engaging, funny, unsure, but certainly far from shy. No one else had tried to take my shirt off, for a start.
I did not want to stop looking at her, stop exploring her body slowly, but the moment I felt the slick moistness between her legs I knew I had to be inside of her.
I slid in, feeling a sudden mix of relief and amazement as I entered her. She was so warm, wet and clinging. It made me feel so satisfied, and so complete. I drew back and then entered her again. She made a small sound and her lips parted the way they had on that first day she was here, when I had wanted to kiss her so badly and had thought it impossible.
My mind surged back to the present moment as we started to move together. I felt waves of motion pass through me, and as I thrust into her so deeply, I wondered if it hurt.
“Okay?”
She grinned. “Wonderful.”
I laughed. Then my mind moved from everything but moving against her, feeling the sense of pressure and pleasure rise in me and rise and rise as I entered her and entered her, pounding and pounding.
My body started shaking, then, and I lost all sense except of how I was moving and thrusting and the orgasm was building and building and threatening to overwhelm me.
I was growling with pleasure, my arms wrapped around her, trying desperately to hold back until she came too.
“Oh!”
She let out a little noise, and then another, and another, rising in sound and intensity, until, finally, with a wild shout she collapsed on the pillows, glossy with perspiration.
I could let go now, and I did, my body pushing into hers, and pushing…
I could not quite believe it when it came. I had never felt an orgasm that did what this one did. I was gasping and I still could not stop. Finally, completely spent, I lay down.
“Whew,” I whispered. I could feel myself pumping weakly inside of her. She smiled, holding me close. She kissed me and her lips were soft and tender. I kissed her, letting my tongue slide between those sweet, moist lips.
We lay together for what felt like a long time. Then I rolled off her, my body sliding out of hers.
“I’ll get something,” I said, heading to the bathroom to fetch a towel.
I tenderly wiped her thighs, then the bedspread. Then I lay down beside her.
We looked at each other, eyes wide with wonder. I smiled and we kissed again.
My hand stroked that silky hair and she nestled close to me. When she snuggled into my encircling arm I thought my heart might break. We lay like that for a long while. Then I felt wanting begin to rise inside again. I could smell the scent of her muskiness and I felt a need to explore it.
Rolling over, I kissed her and then moved my mouth lower. She sighed as I nuzzled her neck, then moved lower. I kissed the soft skin of her breasts and then slid my body so I was between her legs. I looked up at her. Her eyes flew open as I touched her there.
I smiled. She looked amazed, but nodded.
Then I bent lower.
This close, the smell of her womanhood was sweet and almost floral. I slid a finger over the soft skin of her labia, amazed at the wetness there. They were sticky and slick and it felt so very good. I heard her gasp as I put a finger inside her, and the sound aroused me even as the feeling of her did.
I took her clitoris between my teeth, making gentle little nibbles and she gasped aloud. She was sobbing now, and I heard her sighing my name. Nothing could have fired me to greater efforts. I licked her, making my tongue move faster and faster against her clitoris. She was gasping, bouncing up and down and I smiled, pushing my chin against her so that I could take more of her between my lips.
She was shrieking and I could feel my own cock hardening painfully beneath me even as I licked her. She was starting to shudder and I wanted to make her come, so I continued. My tongue flicked against her and flicked and flicked…
She gave a sudden cry and I felt wetness flowing out of her. I smiled. I could not have felt prouder if I tried.
Giving her a last nip, I slid up to lie beside her. I took her warm body in my arms and pulled her against me and we lay like that while I kissed her, feeling my cock probing between her legs, straining as if with its own mind to be inside.
I slid onto my knees again, entering her. She gasped aloud.
This time, we did it slowly. Gently. Penetrating her was the sweetest thing, my body and hers so aligned that it felt effortless and wonderful to be inside her.
When we lay together afterward, I took her into my arms and held her close. She cuddled beside me and we lay together, bodies completely satisfied.
I think I dozed, then. Feeling so content and wonderful, I couldn’t help it. I woke to feel her turning sideways. She pressed her bottom up against me and I turned onto my side, loving the way it felt to have her body so close to me.
We lay like that, my arm around her chest, my other arm somewhere at her waist, her buttocks pressing into my waist, and as we lay there, I stroked her hair. She made a little sound, a laugh.
“Mm?”
She turned around a little, her eyes looking into mine.
“This is nice.”
I felt myself glow. For all my reputation, I had not felt so affirmed in all my days.
“It is,” I agreed.
We lay like that until we slept and we slept until the dawn woke us. We woke up together as light shone through a window and somewhere out in the garden beyond, the birds sang.