Page 17 of Lovesick
I pushed underneath another layer of fabric. Then, the intoxicating landscape of Maggie’s body changed. Just the tips of my fingers touched a slight swell of skin. That swell rose and rose, and I became a mountaineer exploring the soft, full rises of Maggie’s breasts. The bottoms, the tops, the sides… So smooth, so perfect. And the peak?
My fingers slipped over her nipples. The backs of my hands made some space under her bra, leaving room for the eager points to rise to meet my caressing fingers.
Maggie gasped when I gave them a slight pinch. She had been frozen, waiting eagerly for my hands to reach their destination…and now that they had, her hands were freed to go on an exploration of their own. My chest, shoulders, and back tingled in turns under her touch as she visited them in a slow, full-palm path.
The darkness, the obstructing cloth of the shirt she wore… It was sensual, mysterious and arousing. But I needed more. The map my hands had painted of Maggie wasn’t enough. I wanted to see everything I had touched.
I lifted her shirt, still keeping all my movements slow to ask, “This is fine, right?”
She raised her arms over her head to say, “More than fine.”
Unclasping her bra in the dark took a little more time, but I had the delicious sight of her cleavage to keep me enthralled, frozen except for my working hands, waiting for the first glimpse of what was underneath those tan, padded cups.
I got more than a glimpse. I got to stare, wide-eyed with surprise at how my imagination had somehow come up short to the true perfection in front of me. I even got to touch that perfection, squeezing and playing with them until I had Maggie wriggling with pleasure.
“Your turn.” Maggie’s soft voice blended with the evening crickets. She helped me take off my shirt, then went back to searching my body in earnest. Her hands would be so gentle, soft and careful, then she would find a groove in my skin created by my muscles and turn one finger into a claw to trace it. It kept me on edge… A good edge. Her touch was soft, then scratchy, then back to soft, and my tense muscles and singing nerves never knew which it was to be.
Our eyes locked. I leaned forward, readjusting my legs and wrapping an arm around her waist. I used that arm to lower her down to her back on the blankets. I followed her quickly with my body, warding away the goosebumps I could see on her arms with the warmth of my chest against hers.
Then, I kissed her. Her body had captivated me, keeping me prisoner so I couldn’t focus on anything else…but not anymore. Maggie kissed me back, and they were the lips I remembered. So soft, so smooth, not a single chapped spot - and so delicious, too.
The Maggie I remembered had never been afraid of a little tongue. As we renewed the kiss, I teased her lips with my tongue; then on the next kiss. I invited myself in…and was received very eagerly.
Our senses ignited as our kisses grew louder, and more passionate… more needy… with an urgency our teenage make-out sessions never had.
My knee brushed her hip and reminded me of something. There was another part of her, one that was so coveted on women, one I had checked out multiple times, but never explored…my hands crept down to her ass.
Wow.There was so much there to hold, and her curves fit perfectly into my reaching hands. To turn the array of flowers we grew at the nursery into tasteful arrangements, I had to have a good imagination. Maggie’s curvy, round ass was more than I could ever have imagined. “Your butt is so sexy,” I whispered to her after a delicate kiss on her cheek…still remembering to watch my language.
She stiffened. Had I said something wrong? “Really?”
“So, so sexy. And curvy. And…bouncy.” I gave the cheeks a little jiggle with my hands.
She giggled and pulled me back in for a kiss. I hadn’t said something wrong. I had said something right. I had initiated everything so far, but my compliment seemed to make Maggie suddenly want more - and she didn’t want to wait for me to give her what she wanted.
My own butt stayed firm when her hands crept down and gave it a squeeze, the product of having working out for a hobby. She used it to pull my hips against hers, feeling my hardness between her legs. Her hands closed over mine and guided them to her shorts. “Take these off.” The words tickled my neck, and she brushed away the tickle with a kiss.
Since I’d been wanting that all day, I wasted no time in undoing the single button, pulling down the zipper, and sliding them off… and I broke a rule that we had both been silently following. I jerked the shorts down off her ass, revealing white undies that contrasted with the dark perfectly, guiding me, showing me exactly where to go next.
I slipped my hand between her legs, over the seemingly-perfect panties…and found them wet. Very, very wet. That couldn’t be comfortable… Better to just take them off.
I did, and she lay under me, completely exposed - and shivering a little. It really was getting chilly. I started to pull the blanket over us, but she grabbed my hand. “Wait.” It was her turn to work at a button and zipper. She was stuck under me and couldn’t reach to push off the last of the clothes that kept us apart, so I finished taking them off myself. Then, I could pull the cover over us both, hiding our intimacy from the night air.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. I found the meeting of her thighs again, for the first time touching a place I had only daydreamed about. She was so very wet. I only meant to slide my hand up and down her, but I felt her hips shifting and pressing against me, searching for a way to push those fingers deep inside her…
I let her do it. I lined them up just right, knowing she would feel them teasing her entrance, and it was just so incredibly hot when she pushed herself down on them. Just two…but she was so ready. I added a third. Together, both of us pulling away and meeting at the same time, we moved my fingers in and out, in and out…
Her hand grabbed my cock without warning. I sucked in a quick breath at her touch, and it made me forget to move my fingers. After I realized that, I started moving my fingers again in the same rhythm as she slid her grip up and down… “I want you…” she murmured, clutching my forearm where I gripped one breast.
“You have me,” I whispered back. If only she knew how much.
“I want all of you. In me,” she begged.
We would both finish soon if I gave her what she wanted…and I did, but not immediately. I took my fingers out and moved them up, up, and up until I felt that telltale little bump and the gasp that came with even the lightest touch. I clasped all but two fingers into a fist and rubbed, focusing on that spot.
When I started, her hips were mostly still. A minute or two later, and she was moving them in time with my circles, pressing herself against my fingers to get every ounce of pleasure she could, gasping and panting.
That was when I decided it was time. I leaned down to her, pushing myself forward so I could enter her and silence her sudden moan with a kiss. Maggie was so tight, and so wet… I slipped all of me inside her so easily, and I felt her walls squeeze around me, trying to keep me there forever.
