Page 39 of A Simple Love

“It’s okay,” I kiss her lips quickly. “Come on, let’s just go back here.” I grab her hand and lead her down the hallway to my bedroom, pushing the door closed behind us. I’m not sure why, since I know that no one would walk in on us. But something about isolating us from the outside world while we share this life-changing experience together seems right.

Once we’re inside, I pull Victoria back to me, holding her mere inches from my lips. “Victoria… you are the only woman I’ve ever wanted. I hope you to know that.”

Her eyes shuffle rapidly between my own, the green flecks even darker now from the lust that’s radiating off her body.

“Mike, I’ve never doubted that for a second. I want you too, so much,” she whines before resuming our heated kiss from before. Her lips feel like velvet against mine, our tongues a soft suede wrapping around each other in a blanket of wet need. My hands are in her hair, tugging slightly while keeping hold of her head in my arms, tilting her in the angles we form as our mouths move together. This woman is mine, finally.

The nerves in my body are firing sporadically, not sure what to do or feel when every touch makes me flinch with electricity that pulses through my veins. Every drag of my finger across her skin on her neck and down over her collarbone makes breathing harder to do, heartbeats harder to form, thoughts harder to process.

“Mike,” she mewls as my mouth moves down the silky skin of her throat, my hands reaching for the bottom of her shirt to pull it up over her head. I’m rewarded with Victoria in a white lace bra. So pure, so innocent, so classy. Just like her.

She reaches for my shirt to match my nakedness with her own, pulling it up as far as she can before I have to help her, ripping the fabric from my body and throwing it across the room. Her hands caress and drag across my chest, goosebumps forming close behind the path they travel. Our pace has slowed a bit while Victoria catches her breath and grazes my body, my hands following her lead as I trace the lines of her curves from her hips to her rib cage and then to cup her breasts through her bra. She’s definitely grown into a woman since all those years ago I fell in love with her as a kid.

I reach for the button on her skirt at the same time she reaches for mine on my pants, causing us to bump heads when we lean in.

“Ow,” she winces, pulling back and chuckling just as I do the same.

“We are less than graceful with this, aren’t we?” I joke, her shoulders bouncing from her laugh.

“Well, we don’t really have the experience now, do we?” She fires back playfully.

I focus back on the task at hand, popping her button open and pressing the sides of her skirt down over her hips with my hands, sliding my palms down her silky legs all the way to the floor, urging her to step out when I reach the bottom. Following the same trail on her skin on my way back up, I plant small kisses on her shins, knees, and outer thighs, before reaching eye-level with her pussy covered in matching white lace. I can smell her arousal, strong yet sweet, the scent from the other day memorized on my senses. Planting a kiss over the lace, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her thong and slowly lower the garment down her legs just like her skirt, awarded with her bare skin, dripping with need for me.

“Fuck, Vic,” I growl through my teeth once her thong is gone, my hands sliding up her legs before cupping her ass and pulling her pussy to my mouth, my tongue parting her and lapping her up while she braces her hands on my shoulders, standing there, taking everything I’m giving her.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, harsh breaths leaving her mouth as I worship her intimate flesh, parting her folds with my tongue and flicking her clit with measured and meticulous strokes. I eat her like she’s my last meal, even though this is far from the last time I’ll ever do this to her. I feel her muscles tense beneath my hands, her ass tightening just as her hands grip my hair and pull. She widens her stance just as I remove one of my hands from her butt, and push a finger inside of her, rubbing and sliding in just the right way. It only takes a few strokes before she’s flooding my mouth with her orgasm as I fight off my own from hearing her come.

Her breathing is ragged and sharp, her hands are still fisting my hair, and her eyes are still closed while she recovers from the waves of pleasure I just gave her.

“Holy bananas,” she huffs, before finally releasing her grip on my head. “That was incredible, Mike,” she murmurs before pulling me in to kiss her, the taste of her still on my tongue. Knowing she’s tasting herself right now makes my dick even harder than it was before.

“Well, I had to make sure you get off because once I’m inside you, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last,” I tease, her smirk makes my heart back-flip in my chest.

“Don’t worry, you definitely succeeded.…” she trails off, unhooking her bra from behind her and pushing the straps down her arms so she’s completely naked in front of me now. I pause, feeling each thump of my pulse hammer through my body, while I take in the sight of Victoria completely naked before me, a fantasy I’ve envisioned so many times, the reality far more exquisite than what I imagined. She’s delicate, feminine, soft and so damn sexy.

“Make love to me, Mike,” she whispers, reaching for my pants, freeing the button, and pushing them down, along with my briefs so I’m bare to her as well.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that,” I admit, nipping at her bottom lip while fondling her breasts, her chest arching into my hands.

“Um, yeah I do know how long, remember?” She’s joking with me, but it’s a good reminder that having sex is a wait we both endured for this moment exactly.

I chuckle, pulling her close to me, wrapping my arms around her as she jumps up again, this time successfully binding her legs around my waist, my dick rubbing right against the silky flesh between her legs.

“Jesus Christ, you feel good, Vic,” I mumble against her lips while I walk us over to the bed, wanting to lie her down underneath me, but also wanting to continue to stay connected like this.

“Holy hell, this feels incredible… now I get why people are addicted to sex.”

“I’m not even in you yet, Vic.”

She giggles. “Then let’s change that.” Her smirk is everything as I lie her down beneath me, my body cocooning hers while I kiss and nibble at her neck, the laugh that escapes her is a sound I know I can’t ever live without.

“Hold on one second, babe,” I say after licking her nipples and grazing my teeth along them, rising from the bed to fetch a condom in my dresser from the box my brother gave me. I know, I should have bought my own. But I can’t let his gift go to waste, right?

I take one foil packet back to the bed with me, peering down on the white comforter to the very naked and tantalizing woman I can’t wait to claim. Her stark black hair is fanned out around her head, her dark hazel eyes are filled with fire and a little fear, but in an encapsulating way. She knows what this means. She knows that there has been no one else and never will be for the rest of our lives.

I feel the tingles of an orgasm building already, and we haven’t even done the dead. Jesus, this is going to be over quick.

“Mike, you know what you’re doing, right?” Victoria pushes up on her elbows, watching me as I stand before her, tearing at the condom and removing it from the wrapper.

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