Chapter 15 #2
I lower myself, and we embrace on the couch. I imagine that just two days ago, she was someone that I used to know. Now here I am with her, my lips kissing her with abandon. With hope for the future, with a level of passion I have not known before.
Her hand reaches toward me and touches, ever so gently, my hardening cock through my jeans.
I understand this move to be her direction, telling me that she is ready, that this is what she wants.
It is new, we never went that far before.
She caresses me there, with a little more force.
Her hands are strong. I begin to moan, quietly at first, and then I don’t try to hold back.
She is wearing her tight ski pants, and I can see her body move, as I caress her butt, and let my hands move up to her back, to pull her closer. I feel her breasts against my body, and I want to bring her so close that we merge into one person.
She unbuckles my belt and puts her hand directly on my now hard cock, again, I moan and respond with my tongue as we continue to kiss. She continues to caress me, no longer through my jeans. Time stops for me.
I start to caress her between her legs, and I hear her breath catch, as she lets out a sound of pleasure. I keep doing this, this gentle touching for a minute, maybe five, it is hard to know.
I move my hands up to her breasts, and caress her nipples through her tight shirt.
She stands carefully, protecting her ankle, and then lowers herself to her knees, allowing her to pull my jeans down, and then off.
She then pulls down my briefs, then over my feet, and tosses them playfully near the fire.
I remove my shirt, to sit now fully naked before her, the fire reflecting off my body.
She lowers her mouth to my cock, first just caressing the tip with her tongue. She looks up to me with her brown eyes, checking in with me, to be sure this is not too much too fast. It’s not, I try to respond with my eyes.
Suddenly, her mouth envelops my cock, first only the top part, then slowly she takes me entirely into the mouth, choking just a little as it hits the back of her throat.
I moan again and again as she sucks my cock, as she tongues my tip, and she absorbs it all over and over again.
I look at her eyes as my cock disappears into her mouth, and then reappears again.
I reach down and I pull off her top, and her sports bra, and she rises up slowly and lays on me. Again, we kiss as there is no limit to our frenzy, to the level of passion we are sharing.
I push down her ski pants, and her panties and remove them carefully over her wrapped ankle, which is now the only thing she is wearing. We are both fully naked except for the reason we find ourselves tonight isolated in my cabin.
She gently places her knees on the couch on each side of me, and places her opening near the tip of my hard cock.
We look at each other, and I gaze deeply into her eyes, and she into mine.
As we kiss again, she lowers herself onto my cock.
I moan as I feel her tightness envelop my cock, as I flashback to watching her cook adobo back in her kitchen so long ago.
Then, I imagined this future, as the distinct smell and taste of adobo stimulates in me thoughts of love, thoughts of future, thoughts of stability, thoughts of forever.
We both stop at this moment. I am trying to make this moment last, I don’t want it to end too soon. She begins to move, to lift herself up and down with her knees, her hands caressing my chest, her lips on mine.
I begin to feel her vibrate on my cock, and her whole body begins to shake. She screams “Marco.” Again and again, I hear her voice saying my name. It is too much for me, and as tears of joy flow from my eyes, I feel myself fill her.
We come together. It is the only time we have been together. It is all new to me, and even better than I could have imagined. I stay hard inside her, as she moves gently, slowly on top of me. I see the reflection of the fire behind her, through her dark hair.
Her body collapses on top of me, her breasts touching my nipples, her lips touching my neck.
No words seem appropriate, so I stay quiet as we watch the fire together.
Maybe 30 minutes pass, I feel her gently push my head down as we lay naked together.
It is very gentle, barely even a nudge, but I understand what she wants, and I move down her body, first sucking each nipple as she sighs in pleasure.
I move to her womanhood, and caress her opening, and what I think is her clitoris with my tongue.
I remain there, with my whole mouth caressing her.
I sense she wants me to go slow, and I do.
After some time, I feel her starting to buck up into the mouth, over and over again. I hear her moan as both hands guide my head, guide my mouth. She is coming and I feel how wet she becomes. When she stops moving, and goes silent, and I stop and remain there, just my lips gently touching her.
After some time there, I move back up her body, again with a caress for each nipple until our mouths meet and we taste the ecstasy of our bodies mixed together. It tastes like forever.
Later, as we begin to fall asleep, as we begin to finally let the exhaustion take over, still holding each other tightly, still connected in ways that far exceed even the afterglow of sharing our bodies with each other.
It is something steady, something stronger, and yes, it feels like something chosen.
And, it is something we should have finished a long time ago. Yet these thoughts are not important at this moment. Important only is the woman I am holding and the reflection of the flames I see in her eyes.