Page 52 of Love Her

Slowly I glide my calloused hands up her back, and when I hit her bra strap, I flick the clasp with my fingers. Unlike last time, she doesn’t flinch or stiffen. This time she closes her eyes and rolls her hips. Pulling her close to me, I place my lips on her shoulder, lightly sucking on the skin peppered with freckles. Her reaction is another hip roll.

Moving my lips across her shoulders, I pull her body to mine. When she’s close enough that I can feel her rapid heartbeat with my chest, I kiss my way up her shoulder to her neck, paying extra close attention to the spots that make her shiver and moan. My hands move to cup the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.

We haven’t even kissed and I’m already hard as a rock. Feeling her skin beneath my fingers, the way she responds to my every touch makes me want things I’m not sure I have any right to. Guiding her mouth to mine, I capture her lips and it’s like a lightning strike through my body. A fierce bolt of desire and need pulses from every nerve ending.

Lis and I have chemistry, and this kiss proves it. Like two forces coming together, we battle for control, our tongues tangling as our hands grip and tug at clothing. Her core grinds into me, and the thoughts of what I’d like to do to her consume me once again.

“Baby.” Panting as I fight to fill my lungs with air, I lean my head back on the couch, but Lis doesn’t. Her mouth moves first to my ear, licking and sucking at my earlobe in a way that has me wondering if she’d do the same move with my dick in her mouth. Just that thought has it jumping in my shorts. When she shifts her attention to my neck, I’ve had enough and snake my arms beneath her ass cheeks and lift us off the couch. Her legs wrap around my waist as she giggles into my shoulder.

“Bedroom.”

It isn’t a question but not exactly an order. It’s more a plea than anything else. I’m not ashamed to hear the tell-tale sounds of a little desperation either. She places her lips to my neck and mumbles “end of the hall” before nipping at the skin. I’m not sure I’ve speed walked anywhere in my life before this moment but here I am, taking the short hallway in long strides to an open door. Stepping through the threshold, I quickly inventory the space. A television sits on top of a chest of drawers with a large mirror in the corner of the room beside a window. Her bed is made neatly with fluffy white bedding and takes up most of the opposite wall with a nightstand and lamp lighting the room in a soft glow. Shifting her in my arms, I stop next to the bed and slide her down the front of my body.

Tilting her head up, focusing her eyes on mine, I search for any sign of apprehension. To my relief I see nothing but desire and passion. A wanton need for more than kissing. Like the scene out of a movie, Lis slips her bra from beneath her shirt and flings it across the room. Where it lands, I don’t know, but it’s soon followed by her shirt and then mine.

When we were together last weekend, she mentioned it’s been a long time for her. What’s important to me is that she’s comfortable, not whether or not we have sex. The reality is, we’ve not known each other long in hours or days and for many it may be too soon. But for me there’s no doubt Lis is special, and I want her in my life for as long as she’ll have me.

“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. I never want you to feel—”

Placing her hands on either side of my face, she slowly smiles and tips my world on its axis. “Less talking and more sexing.”

It may be a growl or perhaps it’s a groan. Really, it’s up for debate. Before she can say another word, I scoop her up and toss her to the bed. With a small bounce, she laughs, and the sound shatters any doubts I’ve had about moving too fast. The pure joy and happiness on her face is a look I want to create over and over.

As quick as possible, I pull my wallet from my pocket and slip out a condom, tossing it on the nightstand. Lifting to her elbows, a topless Lis quirks that one brow again as she glances from the foil packet to me. Shrugging, I kick off my shoes and discard my shorts. When my hands pull on the waistband of my boxer briefs, she gasps and quickly shimmies out of her shorts, tossing them from the bed.

She’s stunningly beautiful but it’s the vulnerability she’s showing me that has my head spinning. Lis is lying before me naked, giving herself to me, and I don’t take that lightly. With my boxers discarded, I slowly crawl onto the bed, and do the one thing I’ve thought about doing for a week. Maybe since the first time I saw her.

I kiss my way from her ankle to between her thighs. She shifts and moans with the first swipe of my tongue as I lap her sweetness. I love women, love giving them pleasure, but here, with this woman, it’s me who is receiving the gift. I lick and suck, lapping up everything she offers as I pull her to the edge and over into her first orgasm.

When I kiss my way to her waist, my eyes drift to catch her heaving chest as she swipes hair from her face. Pride is a funny thing in a moment like this, but there’s no doubt I’m proud of the way her body responds to me. Turning my focus to her chest, I tease her left nipple with my tongue and finger before turning my attention to the other. Her hands cradle my head and with a gentle pull, I know what she wants. I lift until we’re face to face and then I take her mouth not unlike I took her pussy. The moment she moans and runs her nails down my back, I know she’s tasting herself on my tongue.

Pulling away, I reach for the condom and lean back on my knees to sheath myself. Greedily, Lis’s fingers motion me forward. Resting my elbows on either side of her, I push back the hair from her face.

“Are you sure?”

Nodding she whispers, “Absolutely certain.”

With her words, I gently slide into her. She’s warm and tight and nothing has ever felt more perfect. I move slowly at first and watch as her eyes fall closed. Lis is expressive. Her breathing increases as I rotate my hips and increase the pace. She lifts her hips, matching me thrust for thrust. Needing to be deeper, to send her into another orgasm, I lift her leg over my arm and don’t hold back as I feel her tighten around me. Throwing my head back, I groan and thrust. Give and take. When she starts praying to the Lord above, I know she’s close and in seconds she’s coming, and I fall right behind her.

In more ways than one.

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