Page 4 of Learning to Love

She’s trying hard not to laugh.

In a couple of strides, I'm next to her.

She looks at me wide eyed, full lips slightly open.

I'm on the edge, barely holding on to whatever sanity I have left. "You're a witch. I'm under a spell of some sort." It's probably half true, as we stand close, neither of us daring to make a move.

"Maybe I'm a mermaid. Keep you coming back for more."

Something shatters inside me, and the recklessness that makes me feel free on the water surfaces.

My arms slide around her, pulling her closer, and I kiss her like I'm ravenous. She meets me all the way, so I lift her up on the counter. Her legs wrap around me, and her hands fist in my hair. A sense of urgency washes through me. This is more than want. This isneed. Ellie is at the center of my universe, and the only thing I want to do is make her happy.

She breaks off the kiss. "Let's go to my room." She leads me to the end room of the house. There’s a small double bed, some artwork on the walls, a ridiculously fuzzy plant, and Daisy snoozing on her dog bed. It's warm, cozy, and feels like home.

Ellie’s hands are on me. "You're too dressed." Ellie takes my t-shirt off then pulls my shorts and boxers down, exposing my hard-on. Her small gasp makes me feel a thousand feet tall. I help her ease out of her top and shorts, leaving her in nothing but lingerie.

I'm already too far gone to care what she's wearing. She could have worn a mime outfit and I would have still found her sexy. I want to worship her from head to toe and make every inch of her body tremble with desire for me and no one else.

I free her breasts, and I suck her nipples, alternating between them. God, I'm so hungry for her. She takes my hand and puts it between her legs. I can feel how wet she is through her undies.

Her thong can't come off quickly enough, and my fingers rest on her clit. Her body grinds against me, begging for release, so I dip one finger, then two fingers inside her. I start rubbing her clit with circular motions, until her body tenses, and with a moan she comes all over my fingers.

I'm so deep in desire I'm dripping pre-cum. She touches my chest and helps me slip a condom on, holding the head of my dick in a firm grip. I'm dying to be inside her. I kiss her swollen lips like my life depends on it. In a single quick motion I slide inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling. I can feel her squeezing my dick, and I know I'm not going to last long this time. I try to think about something else, but I can’t help myself, and I come deep inside her.

We lay in silence side by side, her dark hair fanned across my chest, but I’m still hard even after removing my condom. Her fingers gently stroke my chest, and I haven’t had my fill of her.

Will it ever be enough?

I nuzzle her head, and feel her fingers make their way under the covers, wrapping around my dick.

Ellie looks up at me with a lazy smile. She slips another condom on my hard shaft then climbs on top and starts riding me. I hold on for dear life. Is this what heaven feels like? Her small breasts bouncing beg to be kissed, so I lift myself up and feast on her, then I lie on my back again, letting her grind against me. She circles her clit and moans, and I realize she is going to come before me. I arch my hips and pull her down to me so I'm deep inside her. And then she shatters, her head falling back, a moan ripping from her throat, her muscles clenching around me.

I put her down, and move on top again, knowing I’m very close to coming. She’s slick with wetness, and once I'm inside her, a wave rushes through me again. I come undone.

I feel like I’ve ran a marathon, heavy but strangely light. We fit together so well I don’t want to move an inch. Next to her, I fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of the ocean.

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Ellie

Last night felt a bit like a dream. Not a man of many words, my Sam. He’s a man of action. Takes a while to get going, but once he starts, he doesn’t stop. Strange I've come to think of him asmySam. We haven't even been on a proper date together. Yesterday morning he was a stranger, someone I'd seen on TV a couple of times, and this morning he's asleep next to me in my bed. All surreal, like I'm living someone else's life.

Sam stirs in his sleep, spooning me closer, and his erection presses against me. This man's insatiable. He leaves a trail of small kisses on my neck, his fingers slow but persistent on the curve of my ass, caressing their way down my thighs and in between my legs. I feel myself getting wet again, craving his touch more and more. As the familiar sweet tension builds inside me, he moves his hand away, leaving me bereft.

Halfway between waking and sleep, my limbs are heavy, drowsy. They grow even heavier with desire, and I lay helpless beneath his touch. He spoons me again, and strokes my clit. Holding onto my hips, he pushes inside me slowly, and I can’t stop a moan from escaping my lips. He’s going to make me lose my mind. His large hand sears my hip, then his fingers rub my clit, his lips nuzzle my neck as his thrusting grows more urgent. I feel his dick stretch me even more, and I realize he’s going to come. I don’t think I can hold on any longer, and I surrender to the sensations engulfing me.

We lay in silence for a couple of moments, and I can’t help but feel a little bit of sadness at seeing the light breaking through the window. It’s tomorrow already. Sunday morning. He’ll be on his way soon, and who knows when I’ll see him again.

I turn to face him and smile, feeling shy despite everything that’s happened between us. “Would you like some breakfast?” He blinks at me, then his gaze slides away from mine.

Not going to say anything, then? Fine, then. I leave his arms and the bed and put on a short robe.

He considers me with serious eyes. They might hold a hint of sadness, too. Maybe I’m imagining things.

“Nah, I’m alright. Thanks. I’d better get going. I’ll shower at home.” He gets up, puts on yesterday’s clothes, and follows me to the front of the house without making any move to touch me or at least give me an inkling of what happened between us.

In the light of day, I suddenly feel shy. I don’t think I’ve ever brought home a guy I’d only just met, but there’s a first for everything. “Are you sure you don’t want some cereal at least? Or just coffee?”

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