Caught

[downhomeguy]

"I tried to get you in here earlier, you know."

My lips continued to lightly kiss and nibble on the cartilage of her ear, the corners of my mouth curling in a slight smile. Sure, we had almost made it into the bedroom before. Instead, at her suggestion, we had retreated to the couch. Looking back, that was a good move. The limited confines of the sofa had allowed us an opportunity to get at the heart of what was happening, to exchange our desires for what was to come. To skip that step may have sabotaged everything. When I felt one of her arms fall from my shoulder, I was still slowly caressing her leg in search of the thin, long ridge that I knew was there. I felt her fingers cover mine, quickly steering my touch towards the scratch with a slight sense of urgency.

"Oh, Carson, that's the spot."

Her fingers rode on top of mine as I slowly felt my way up and down the scratch, reversing directions when I felt the ridge disappear. I wasn't sure if her comment was directed towards my hand, or towards my lips as they moved out from her ear to kiss and gently nip at her neck. No matter what the inspiration for her comment, it sent a jolt through me that only served to further my enthusiasm, if it was even possible to do so. While my lips and hands continued to work, I could sense her slowly leaning back into my arm. Slowly lowering her down, I leaned forward to make sure that our bodies stayed connected, and to keep her neck from slipping out of my reach.

Once I had eased her down to the bed, I slipped my hand out from under her back. Standing up, I ran my palm over her side and slowly eased her leg back down. Now that I knew the sensitive nature of her leg, I didn't want to overdo it. I would return to it at some point...but for now, I wanted to leave it soon enough to make her want my hands on it again. I could still feel the ghostlike touch of her lips on my stomach and chest; deciding that it was time to make her endure the same pleasurable torture that she had subjected me to, I leaned over. Pinching the end of her shirt between my fingers, I flipped it upwards to expose an inch of skin above the top of her skirt. Glancing upwards and looking into her eyes, I slowly planted my lips on her soft, warm body. Flipping her shirt again, I moved upwards as my hands slipped under the material and slid up her side. As a result of the angle that I was looking at her from, I could see the faint outline of her nipples jutting against her shirt, silhouetted in the dim light. All in due time, I thought to myself.

After two more turns of her shirt, I had covered her entire stomach with soft, light kisses. Turning my head and rubbing my cheek against her, I blew a stream of cool air across her bare skin. There was an immense heat radiating off of both of us; I knew that blowing across it would only stoke the fire.

With a final peck on her skin, I straightened up and planted my hands on either side of her. Leaning forward, my body hovering over hers, I leaned down and kissed my way from her throat to her lips. My shirt was hanging down from my chest, allowing some much-needed air to circulate.

"So," I said, leaving her lips and kissing her cheek. "I know what you...what we want tonight. But what do you want right now," I whispered.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The cool air was a welcomed contrast to the heat his lips had left scattered all over my exposed abdomen. I arched my back to follow those lips as far as I could when he leaned over me. Even though the room was cool and dark, and more skin was exposed than earlier, I still felt hot. This heat wasn't going to be abated by anything less, of course, than more heat. His flesh, as much of it as I could get to contact mine, was all that was going to bring even the slightest relief.

I reached up and got my hands between him and the hem of his shirt. I let my fingertips make contact with his abdomen, then pushed his shirt up and stretched my hands so by the time I got to his chest, my palms were flat against him. His arms prevented me from pushing the shirt off completely, but I had exposed enough of him to know I wanted to see more. I could see his abdominal muscles tensed as he held himself over me, so close I could almost arch my back and make contact, but not quite...yet.

I know what you...what we want tonight. But what do you want right now?

"Right now? Well, right now I want to get this out of the way," I said, as I reached up, over his shoulders, then caught the hem of his shirt in my fingers and pulled it over his head and down his arms.

Yes, it was still caught on his arms, and laid across my exposed midriff, but now I had an unencumbered view of him from the top of his head to his waist. I let the shirt drop and wrapped my hands around his biceps, feeling that firm flesh that covered his muscles. I was reminded of that sensation I had experienced when he picked me up and carried me back here. His arms weren't just strong; they made me want to be held, pulled close, wrapped up. I had been picked up and carried before, but not transported. Carried mind, body, soul all at once, to the exact place I wanted to be the most. Not only in Carson's arms, and bed, but with him in a way I had never felt connected to any man before. I didn't just want him, I wanted to be with him. I wanted to share this with him, then be able to keep it forever.

"And as long as we're getting things out of the way," I said as I tugged on his shirt a bit more insistently, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

I ran my fingers down his arms again, stopping where his shirt was trapped by his hands flat against the bed on either side of me. His heart was beating fast against my outstretched palm, I could feel the heat, the perspiration between us as my hands rested on his bare skin. I closed my eyes for a second and imagined that heat on me, not just against my hands. If he relaxed his elbows and lowered his body on to mine, I could have his shirt off in a few moves, feel his abdomen against mine, feel warm and sweaty in one more place. That was the only inspiration I needed to do what I needed to do make that happen. I pulled him down by wrapping my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his hips, then slid his shirt off when he let his elbows bend. It would make it harder to get my shirt off, but we had already decided we weren't in a hurry. I wanted to experience this night in vignettes, so I could remember it that way, too. Now, it was time for when I took off Carson's shirt to play out.

 

[downhomeguy]

Her fingertips were like hot irons on my skin, perceptible even through the heat that I was already radiating as she worked my shirt higher and higher on my torso.

"Well, right now I want to get this out of the way."

When my shirt was lifted over my head and down my arms, the cool air washing over me did little to fight away the heat. The material was still trapped, draped across her body between my outstretched arms. Her hands rose to feel my arms, exploring every ridge and crevice as if she were committing them to memory.

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

The corners of her lips bent in a slight grin when she spoke. Just as I shifted my weight to raise my hand and free it from the bundle of fabric bunched around my wrists, her legs rose off of the bed and wrapped around me; I could feel the hem of her skirt working slowly up her legs as it was pressed against me. Her arms followed suit, encircling my neck. Her limbs worked in tandem, urging me lower. Bending my elbows, I let her hands swiftly remove the garment. With my shirt removed and hers still lifted, I could feel our bare midsections brushing together. Sweeping the shirt off of the bed and onto the floor, I heard it land with a soft thump. My chest could feel the soft, smooth material of her shirt that I hoped would soon be joining mine; I was also aware of her breasts pushing lightly against me, rising and falling with every breath she took. Dipping my head, and careful to make sure that our bodies maintained as much contact as possible, I kissed her throat.

"Your turn," I whispered.

Leaning back and making sure that she was still able to keep her legs around me, I reached up and slowly took her wrists into my hands. Freeing them from around my neck, I held them up and slowly brought each palm to my lips before lowering them. Then, I guided her hands over my shoulders and down my chest until I knew that she was able to feel the soft beat of my heart against her palm. Knowing that my hands were not necessary to hold hers in place, I let go of her wrists and reached down. Slipping my fingers under her shirt and leaving my thumbs exposed, I inched her shirt higher and higher while my palms slid gradually up her body. I knew that the location of her arms would make it necessary for another adjustment in order to get her shirt completely off, just as I had been required to lift my palms from the bed. However, I wanted to savor her touch on my chest; I knew that whatever adjustments we needed to make would come in time.

Even in the dim light of the room, I could clearly see her eyes. They shone back at me, burning with the same desire that I knew she could see in my face. As the material of her shirt rode higher, my fingers trailed off of her skin and onto the smooth fabric supporting her breasts. Bending down and feeling her hands slip over my sides, I lifted the middle of her shirt and slowly pressed my lips against the bare skin between the green-covered mounds of flesh being exposed to the air...and to my eyes...for the first time.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Under normal circumstances, our clothes would have been in a heap somewhere hours ago and we would both be sleeping off the sex, and maybe pie and ice cream. But these were no ordinary circumstances. Each touch ignited a new spark, each newly exposed inch of skin made the rest of my body long to be uncovered. The pace was maddening, but the closeness that was developing between us was worth every moment. The look in his eyes seemed to mirror my thoughts; god yes I want every bit of you now, but more than that, I want to connect with you.

Everything was shadowed by the fading light, but instead of hiding the details, it seemed to bring them into sharper focus. The set of his jaw, his cheekbones, the way his eyebrows gathered in the middle so slightly when he smiled down at me; these images were already working their way into my memory for safe keeping. His touch, whether it be his lips, his hands, or his body pressing against me, felt like no other before, so I knew remembering would not be very difficult.

The heat and shadows came together in the pit of my stomach, mixing and mingling with the rampant lust that was threatening to take over at any minute. I glanced down, watching as his hands painstakingly inched my shirt up over my belly, exposed my ribs, then, finally, the pretty dark green fabric of my bra caught the last bit of sunlight, right before his lips came into contact with the cleavage left bare by his hands.

"Oh, my god," I whispered when he kissed me there; where I knew he could feel my heart fluttering wildly against his skin.

Dropped out of an airplane? Over a fiery volcano? Down Angel Falls? None of those things could compare to what I was feeling. His cheeks against the swell of my breasts while his lips pressed to that warm, just a little sweaty spot had me running my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, begging out loud now please, Carson, please....while I wrapped my legs around him tighter. Please what? I wasn't sure of the answer myself. Even if I couldn't articulate my desire, I imagined he would know exactly what I needed. Instead of trying to hurry things along, I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, letting the magic of the night drown my usual sense of urgency. Though the point of no return had been cleared, there was a bit more track left before this ride reached the absolute peak. The drop off was tantalizingly close.

 

[downhomeguy]

"Oh, my god," I heard her say as her breathing became faster, her chest rising into my lips with every inhale.

Everything we were doing felt like an exercise in self control; a test to see whether or not we could slowly follow the path set before us, or whether we would abandon all willpower and hurdle down the track. Wanting every moment to be special, every second memorable, I repeated the word "slow" over and over again to myself like a mantra. There were still a few trailing gleams of light left hanging in the sky, leisurely refusing to fade away as if they were daring us to progress before the sky became completely black.

My chin brushed against the strap of her bra as I lightly kissed her again; feeling smooth material, and knowing that it must fasten in the back, I lowered my chin and gingerly grasped the material between my teeth. Pulling it away from her, my mouth turning upwards in a smile, I let it go and heard it lightly snap back into place against her skin.

The feel of her legs tightening around me, her hands running through my hair and the barely-audible sounds coming from her breathless lips was only tempting my willpower further. Before I could stop my hands, they had slipped up to cover her breasts, my fingertips brushing lightly against the hem of her bra. Just a little tug, I thought to myself, just a small pull and they'll be visible. Instead, I reminded myself of my mantra and let my fingers relax.

As the room continued to grow darker, robbing me of sight, it was though my other senses were being enhanced to insure that I didn't miss anything: the feeling of her nipples, pressing against her bra and into my palms; the feeling of her heartbeat against my cheek; the feeling of my own heartbeat against my chest. Even the sensation of her skin against my lips, which slowly climbed higher, was magnified to a level I would have thought to be impossible. Despite that, I wasn't sure what I would do once the room had completely emptied itself of light. Perhaps turn on the bathroom light, and let it indirectly brighten the bedroom. Or, if I could tear myself away from her long enough to dig through the boxes in the closet, I knew that somewhere I had a box of emergency candles for power outages. Certainly not as graceful or elegant as a "regular" candle, but by that point I would probably be willing to declare a state of emergency.

Finally, her shirt was bunched up as far as it would go. Knowing that removing it would require a move similar to the one executed earlier, I dropped my hands to her waist. Leaning back and pulling her with me, only enough to lift her back from the bed, I quickly swept my hands up and pulled her shirt over her head. Letting her body fall back to the bed, causing her shirt to ride up her arms and briefly block what little view I had of her, I pulled the material over her hands and completely off. Almost halfway there, I thought to myself. Not halfway to the end, of course, but simply halfway between clothed and naked. Dropping the shirt on the floor, I stood and briefly drank in the view of her laying on the bed. Dropping down over her again, I hooked my arm under hers and slowly traced my lips over one of the bra straps, ending up on her shoulder.

"Want me to stop," I whispered with a grin as my lips moved over to the base of her neck.

I knew that neither of us wanted to break off from what we had started. My question was designed to elicit a breathless response, something that would further challenge my attempts to walk instead of run.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The gentle snap of satiny elastic against my skin caught me by surprise; the sly grin, on the other hand, did not. That smile of his was playful, passionate, and so very captivating. It distracted me from what his hands were doing, at least until I felt his palms resting softly on what could only be described as my heaving bosoms. Every time I read that in a romance novel I laughed out loud, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought now. Then my mind moved to the next most popular descriptive from those books; throbbing manhood. Fortunately, Carson chose that minute to free me from the bunched up mess that had been a shirt, pulling me forward to ease the material over my arms and head. The moment my face was covered gave me time to shake those thoughts out of my head. Plenty of time to laugh about that later, I thought. Right now, I wanted to be completely connected to what was happening in reality.

There was still the faintest hint of sunset illuminating the room. When he stood over me, he cast a dim shadow on the bed; a shadow I wanted his body to replace. I heard my shirt hit the floor with a soft swish at the same time I felt his body so close, his lips teasing along the strap of my bra. My nipples responded to his lips, as if in sympathy to the slow torture the skin he actually touched seemed to be experiencing. I could feel the heat from his breath surrounding the sensitive areola, his teeth gently teasing through the fabric, even though he was still kissing my shoulder. Maybe it was the throbbing that emanated from my calf giving me phantom nipple pain? At this point, I would believe any theory, because none of them mattered. I didn't care why I felt this way, I just wanted to keep feeling it.

My skirt was more like a belt at this point, pushed up to my hips, barely covering my panties. Even in this state of undress, it was still hot. The places where our bare skin touched slid together effortlessly, hot but frictionless, well lubricated by the fine sheen of perspiration. I doubted it would be any cooler when the rest of the clothes joined our shirts in the floor, but I was looking forward to it just the same. I rested my hands on the small of his back, letting my nails glide softly up and down along the lower part of his spine while he continued to continued to tease my shoulder and neck. Occasionally I turned my face so I could kiss the top of his head, down along one temple, then let his hair tickle my nose so I could breathe in his scent, feel it wrap around my brain, pull the inside of me that much closer to the inside of him.

Want me to stop?

Stop? Stop what? Stop teasing me? There were still a few cells in my body that were ready to mutiny and scream Yes!!! Please stop!! Well, maybe more than a few.

"No, Carson, I don't want you to stop. I want you to keep doing just what you're doing," I said as his lips softly brushed against my neck.

The Brooke who showed up here a few hours ago would have laughed at the one lying on the bed, had she been given the opportunity. But that Brooke; the impatient, get to the fun part deal with the rest later Brooke, was uncharacteristically silent. I didn't even miss her.

 

[downhomeguy]

"No, Carson, I don't want you to stop. I want you to keep doing just what you're doing."

No arguments here, I thought. The feeling of her fingers as they grazed over my back caused a slight pattern of goosebumps to crop up on my arms.

Reaching back and grasping her calf to secure her legs around my waist, I slipped the other between the bed and her lower back. Slowly leaning back, my lips maintaining their position on her neck and shoulder, I lifted her off of the bed and turned around. Sitting down, giving her time to maneuver her body into a seated position on my lap, I pulled her torso back into me and groaned as our bare skin pressed together, my lips vibrating against her. Sliding both of my hands up, I brushed them across the strap of fabric bisecting her back and brought them to her shoulders. With her body slightly elevated above me, I was able to move my lips over her throat, around her neck and up to the bottom of her chin.

My fingers slipped down her back, slowly proceeding along the smooth strap of her bra until they felt the tell-tale surface of the clasp holding it in place. While my hands leisurely fumbled with it, I softly leaned up and kissed her on the lips. Our eager tongues probed together, pushing against one another as if for the first time.

Just then, I felt the clasp between my fingers give way. The tension on the strap gave way, slipping under my hands. Slow, I said to myself for what felt like the hundredth time. Reaching back around to her front, I gently placed my palms over her breasts and trailed a line of kisses down her throat and back down to the front strap again. The sheen of sweat on her skin left a slightly salty taste in my mouth. Sighing, and blowing a gust of air over her chest in the process, I turned my head and nuzzled my cheek against her.

"You're incredible," I whispered. "I know that after everything, that probably doesn't seem like enough. But before we go any further, I just wanted you to know that I wouldn't trade this moment for anything."

I didn't know how else to express what I was feeling. "Incredible" seemed like a cop-out, a word to be used when the speaker lacked a competent vocabulary...but it fit. Incredible. Adjective. Impossible to believe. No matter what word I chose to use, it would all come down to that. Just as everything leading up to now had been hard to believe, so was she.

The room was almost completely dark; despite our proximity, I knew that it wouldn't be long before I would have to leave her long enough to find another source to feed our sight. First, I knew there was one more thing I had to do. Hooking my thumbs under her bra and pinching it against my palm, I slowly lifted my arms and carried the silky material up to expose her breasts. My brain was like a camera shutter, locking in my first glimpse of them. The moan that slipped from my lips had risen up from the very core of my body, expressing more than just a momentary feeling of joy; it carried with it everything that had thus far been building up inside of me, waiting to be released.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I felt that giddy, weightless sensation again as he stood with me wrapped around him. Dizzy from the half turn he took to switch places, mildly disoriented from the absence of light, completely absorbed in everything I sensed around me. As good as his lips felt on my neck, my nipples were aching to be treated to the same attention. Every time he toyed with the straps of my bra I fought the urge to reach behind me and flip the damned clasp open. Then I would feel his warm breath against my neck, up my chin, then to my lips. When he kissed me, the protesting died down, until it was barely a whimper.

The sound of the plastic scraping, coming apart, was music in my ears. The elastic that had been keeping my breasts separated from his skin relaxed and the straps gave up the fight. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as his hands pushed the fabric away and took the place of the satiny cups. His lips left a trail down my throat, and I reminded myself again to relax, enjoy the ride, absorb every molecule of this magic. His hair was damp in my fingers as I ran my nails gently through the short curls at the nape of his neck.

His voice was soft but his words rang in my ears. Incredible? It certainly wasn't his fault the word seemed insufficient. I was pretty sure the word necessary to describe this moment had yet to be coined. But incredible was as close as I could come to describing the way I felt, too. I was truly surrendering; letting all pretext and excuses for maintaining distance dissolve and be carried away. For the first time, I wasn't scared of riding the waves that crashed all around me. Not as long as I felt his touch, anyway. Truly happy? Right this moment, I was. And like Carson, there was no way I would trade this for anything.

Before I could reply I felt my bra being tugged gently, then a soft whisper of cool air as the material separated from my skin and exposed the flesh that had been aching to be released from the warm confines of my bra. His moan seemed to meet up with mine about the time my nipples appeared in view. I reached for his hands and pulled them to my chest, placing his open palms against the soft pale skin. I held his wrists for as moment, then ran my hands up his arms, over his biceps, to his shoulders. The warmth from his hands did nothing to alleviate the aching stiffness in my nipples, instead it just added to the ache in a way that made me crave more. But, I knew I wanted light, wanted to be able to see his face, relish the firmness of his body with my eyes as well as my hands. I hadn't paid any attention when he carried me down the hall as to whether there was a light switch, or even a lamp in the room.

"Any chance there's a light in here?" I asked, leaning forward to kiss his lips while still holding his hands over my breasts.

 

[downhomeguy]

Her hands, guiding my touch to her bare chest, was almost too much for me to handle. When my palms brushed gently against her nipples, the rest of my hands topping her breasts as they rose and fell, my entire body ached for more of her. Her hands over my arms and back did nothing to help alleviate the desire for a single mass of intertwined flesh, limbs woven together in the throes of passion.

"Any chance there's a light in here?"

My mind immediately flashed to the pair of switches beside the door, controlling the light and fan that hung almost directly above us. It would be quick and easy...just a step or two, a quick flip, and my hands could be back on her. Somehow, though, flooding the room with fluorescent light seemed wrong. The dim light, now faded into almost complete darkness, had become part of our experience. Before I budged, though, I wanted to be sure I knew where to look. Under the bathroom sink, next to the first aid kit? No. On the closet shelf, next to the spare batteries? Shit, no. Then it dawned on me that what I was looking for was buried in the back of the closet, alongside the camping gear that I had used once and then forgotten about.

Taking my hands off of her breasts was like taking off a band-aid; if I didn't do it quickly, I knew I never would. Turning my hips parallel with the bed, I slid my hands away from her chest, my fingers brushing against her stiff nipples as something of a "farewell" gesture. Framing her side, I eased her off of my lap and over onto the bed.

"Be right back," I whispered, leaning forward and kissing her.

Bouncing off of the mattress and onto my feet, I quickly walked around the bed to the closet door and snatched it open. Not even bothering to turn on the light, knowing the precious time it would take to do so (but not thinking far enough ahead to know that my search would be impeded by my decision) I felt my way to the back of the closet and slid apart the row of shirts cascading down from hangers. Kneeling, and feeling the tell-tale rough fabric of a canvas duffel bag, I snatched open the zipper and dug around in the end of the bag. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, I felt the hard, oval shape that I was looking for: emergency paraffin candle. Guaranteed to last at least 24 hours, and knowing that it serve its purpose well, I wrapped my fingers around it and fought my way back to the door.

Closing the door gently and regaining my composure, I moved to the bedside table and knelt down. Feeling my way to the bottom of the candle, I peeled off the box of matches that I had taped there. What's a match without candles? Nothing but unexploited potential, someone had once told me. Setting down the candle on its flat base, I pushed open the match box and withdrew a stick; swiping it along the rough side, I was temporarily blinded by the flood of light pushing its way into my eyes. Blinking, I hovered the flame around until I found the wick; touching them together, the room was suddenly bathed in a soft, warm light. Blowing out the match and dropping it into the cover taken from the candle, I took a slow breath, stood up and slowly turned around.

If I thought she was breathtaking in the dark, she was even more stunning in candlelight. Incredible seemed like a more appropriate word; sure, the candle wasn't perfect. But the essence of a flame doesn't change, no matter what the candle looks like. Closing the gap between us and sitting down, my body turned to face her on the bed. Reaching out, I slid my hands over her tight stomach and across her sides. The urge to nudge my palms over breasts again, to feel her nipples pressing back into me, was like an intense hunger. Before I did, though, I wanted to see them in the flickering candlelight.

"How's that," I said, watching the flicker of light in her eyes.

It was no longer a figurative desire glowing there. Instead, the flicker was providing quite a literal meaning to the words "burning with desire." Giving in to temptation, I eased my hands over until my thumbs brushed across her protruding nipples, lightly moving back and forth against them as the rest of my hands lay against her pale, smooth skin and basked in the warmth radiating from her.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I closed my eyes in anticipation of the bright light I assumed was coming. After a few seconds of continued darkness, along with the sound of hangers sliding along a clothes bar, I opened one eye and glanced in the direction of the noise. How organized must he be to be able to find anything in his closet in the dark? I wondered as I listened to him shuffle hangers. For a brief second my practical brain toyed with the idea he might be some sort of depraved serial killer, luring women to his apartment with a show, relaxing them with a good meal and a glass of wine, then...Oh shut up already! I said to myself. And then, to my surprise, I did just that.

It could have been the sudden flash of light from the match, the sharp smell of smoke and phosphorus, or simply the sight of him, back lit by the candle flame as he stood there, that caused me to gasp, but I think it was a combination of it all. Something about the way his pants hung just at the hip, dipping casually below his navel, made it hard to resist reaching for the button. Even if it didn't give, the message would be clear.

Before I could make my hands do my mind's bidding, though, he was sitting beside me. Every where his palms brushed against me became warmer, his fingertips were emitting an electric charge that had every nerve on high alert.

How's that?

Oh, god, just perfect, I thought. In the candle light, his face close enough to touch, it was, indeed, perfect. His features were shaded, but I could see the soft light reflected in his eyes; eyes looking down where his hands rested. My breasts filled into the palms of his hands like they were tailor-made to fit. His fingertips against my chest were like magnets, drawing me closer, preventing me from backing away. I leaned forward just enough to rest my lips on the top of his head, inhaled deeply, and kissed his forehead. When he looked up in response, I rested my hands on my hips, where my poor tired skirt was bunched up. It was already going to be a wrinkled mess, but that didn't stop me from using it as an excuse to slide it down my hips.

"I'll need this to be in some sort of shape to wear home, you know," I said as I pushed the fabric down, over my hips, down my thighs, until it came to rest in a pile around my knees.

I was still trapped, but now, he could appreciate the pretty matching panties. Yes, I did intend on you seeing these this evening Carson. Why else had I bothered to match? I felt silly for a moment, so transparent. But I reminded myself the decision on what to wear had been made before I knew for sure where this night was going. If pressed, I would have to admit I had hoped there would be more than dinner and dessert. How much more, well, I hadn't even been aware how much more there could possibly be.

I leaned back, which caused his hands to lose their tenuous hold on my breasts, but allowed my skirt the freedom I needed to kick it off my feet and into the floor. The cool air was still not enough to fight the heat, even stripped down to my panties.

"Now, where were we?" I asked as I glanced down to his pants, then back up into his eyes, and smiled.

 

[downhomeguy]

My thumbs continued to sweep back and forth across the sharp, sensitive buds crowning her breasts. Our torturously slow removal of clothing almost complete, it was almost like she could read my mind:

"I'll need this to be in some sort of shape to wear home, you know."

Her hands deftly closed around her skirt, sliding the material down as her hips wiggled back and forth to facilitate the garment's removal. Then, between my outstretched arms, I caught a flash of color in the soft glow of the candle. When she leaned back, leaving my hand with a sudden empty feeling as she removed her skirt completely and flicked it onto the floor, I glanced down. Nestled between her thighs, and contrasting sharply with the color of her skin, was a pair of panties that I immediately noticed were the same color and style as her recently-discarded bra. Matching set, I thought to myself.

"Now, where were we?"

Her voice snapped me out my daze, and I looked up to see her smiling playfully back at me.

Sliding off of the bed and standing up, my fingers crept along my waist until they felt the cold, metallic surface of my belt buckle. Slowly working the tail end of my leather cincture free, I carefully unbuckled it and let it fall aside. I wasn't sure whether my hands were moving slowly to prevent any sort of fumbling, or whether it was all a way of teasing off the last bit of external clothing separating us. Unbuttoning and slowly unzipping my pants, I tucked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed the material over my hips. When my pants fell to the floor, the buckle jingling lightly, I stepped out of them. My boxers sat low on my hips, slightly bulging out in the front now that I was no longer confined to my pants.

Closing the gap between us, I ran my hands over her bare thighs; my fingers felt the soft waistband of her panties as they moved over her waist, then up her sides as I leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. Slowly laying her back on the bed, her legs hanging over the side, I softly brushed my lips down her throat and over her breastbone. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my right hand from under her and lay it softly over her breast. My lips moved across her chest, finally homing in on her exposed nipple. Closing my lips around it, my tongue pressed forward and lightly pressed against the hard bud; my other hand closed, my fingers finding her other nipple and gently rolling it back and forth.

When I felt like I had sufficiently teased and sucked on the first nipple, I lifted my head and moved it over to apply the same treatment on her other side. The candlelight danced over her skin, moments of light intertwined with shadows. With one hand still between her and the bed, I lifted her up into me as my lips and tongue probed her flesh. Turning my head slightly, I nuzzled my cheek against her. My teeth closed gently around her nipple, tugging at it lightly. Releasing it, I brushed my lips back to her cleavage and looked up at her as my lips softly pecked at her skin.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The dull clinking sound of his belt buckle coming apart sounded like chains clanking in the quiet room. My heart was beating, hard still, adding to the cacophony. I could hear the blood rushing through my blood vessels amplified in my ears. And somewhere, I heard music. had that been playing all along and I just hadn't noticed? Or was it in my head? It didn't matter; it was perfect, just like the moment:

I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that's true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth.

Just as nothing else had happened quickly or suddenly, he took his time sliding his pants off his hips. His boxers, against his candlelit skin, contrasted with the glow and made that which was not visible even more alluring. The muffled sound of the belt buckle hitting the carpeted floor, followed by the gentle swish of the material landing in a heap signaled we were back on even ground, clothing wise. Again the image of Adonis fluttered across my mind's eye, only to be obliterated by the real life flesh and blood man standing before me. It was no exaggeration to say he was the vision of perfection. It almost seemed a shame to close my eyes when he kissed me again, but I knew when his lips weren't touching mine, he would still be there.

Those lips trailed kisses from my face to my neck, slowly, tantalizingly. eliciting moans with each new bit of flesh he contacted. I knew he would get to my nipples, his hands had already blazed the trail, but his tongue seemed to be intent on exploring at a pace akin to that of well, something much slower than I had ever experienced before. I would tense in anticipation of his lips making contact with my nipple, only to feel his warm breath just beyond the border of that oh so sensitive skin. I made my hands rest on his shoulders so I wouldn't grab his hair and pull him to me. My toes were beginning to cramp from holding them curled so tightly. The ache in my calf was enough to make me moan out loud, repeat his name, Oh Carson, Carson, Carson, to the beat of my heart.

Then, his lips did finally make contact, wrap around my nipple, suck it gently into his mouth. The relief and the desire flooded my brain, and those hands I had worked so hard to keep still couldn't take it another second. I wrapped my fingers through his hair and raised up so I could kiss the top of his head. I pushed my feet against the floor and my hips up against him. He pulled me closer, my back arched, and his mouth moved to my other nipple. Let him take his time, I thought. Soon enough, I would get my turn. I just hoped I would be able to make him feel this overwhelming desire he had inspired in me. I was certainly going to enjoy trying.

 

[downhomeguy]

The sound of her moaning was like a drug; every time her lips grew quiet, my body ached with the need to hear it again. Her fingers, grasping at my hair, held me in place as her hips pushed up into me, her body bent with the sole task of feeding my lips. Smiling, I pursed my lips and blew a stream of cool air between her breasts. I knew that if I were to move over to the bedside table, pass my hand close over the flame flickering there, I likely wouldn't feel anything; such was the heat that was burning inside of me, causing the occasional drop of sweat to cascade down my back. Her quiet sighs and groans suggested that her body was burning similarly. Slow, I thought. I wanted to bring that fire to the surface, to stoke it until she couldn't stand it any longer.

Lowering my mouth, her hands riding on my head, I kissed my way down her stomach; despite having already undertaken a thorough exploration of her torso, each pass was like stepping foot on new, exciting ground. Continuing lower, I slipped my hands from under her and ran them over her hips; finding the waistband of her panties, and guiding my mouth by touch lest my eyes drop from hers, I brushed my lips over the soft material. I had a hunch as to what she thought would come next...with the intent of teasing her further, I skipped over the majority of the fabric and brought my mouth back down on her inner thigh. While one hand teased her other thigh, the other hooked under her knee and pulled her leg closer to my lips, lifting her foot off of the floor. The soft, barely-audible sound of my lips breaking contact with her skin over and over again pierced the air, each sound accompanied by what I hoped felt like a hot iron being pressed into her skin.

Leaning back, I dropped my hands and wrapped my fingers around her ankle. Pushing it in, causing her knee to bend and her leg to naturally lift higher into the air, I knelt down and raised her calf up in front of my face, foot pointed towards the ceiling. Time to see just how deep this scratch runs, I thought to myself. Not necessarily how deep the splinters had punctured her skin, but how thorough the wound was connected to her senses. Watching closely as the candlelight flickered over her smooth skin, it wasn't difficult to spot the dark line; leaning forward, I pressed my lips against her calf, centered on the scratch. My fingers pressed into her foot, slowly massaging her muscles while I sucked and kissed her leg.

When I felt that my examination of her leg was complete, I softly ran my cheek along her leg and stood up. Resting her foot on my shoulder, I held her calf in my leg and looked down at her. Incredible. It had seemed like an unfit choice of words at the time, but it had rapidly become a fitting selection. I was beginning to think that it should be supplemented somehow, if there was even a word capable of doing so.

Lowering her leg back to the floor, I leaned over her and kissed her lips slowly, dipping my chest to feel her nipples brushing back against me.

"It seems as though our search for true happiness has brought us to a precipice," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Care to jump with me?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The puff of cool air he blew between my breasts provided a brief respite from the searing heat I felt there, but it returned hotter than before when his lips continued their leisurely pace down my chest, to my stomach, then lower. When he got to the dark green satin that was now the only thing keeping his lips from where I wanted them the most, I sighed with relief. Finally, and then, no! He detoured down my left thigh, showering light noisy kisses on my skin. If he was aware he was driving me over the edge, he didn't show it. His eyes held mine, no teasing, just a deliberate look that said he was intent on our goal, focused on the journey we had set out to complete together.

His fingers met my foot as his lips met that scratch, the one that had given me an excuse to get him to put his hands on me the first time. My toes gripped his hand, hard, when he pressed his mouth against that ultra-sensitive strip of disrupted flesh. I gripped the bedspread in my hands and pushed my right foot to the floor, felt that ache deep in my belly, the one that signaled surrender. My body won, and nothing else was going to have a chance. My mind was humming, oblivious to anything but the physical sensations his touch was generating. The light, the heat, the sounds of our bodies touching, all were lost in that vibration that was causing everything to blur together and join in the ecstasy of the moment.

When he let my leg go, lowered it so my foot was on the floor, every muscle in my body relaxed. I wanted to reach out for him, wrap my legs around him, pull him down onto me, but I couldn't move. Thankfully, he bent over and kissed me, which aroused my nerves and made me able to respond. His chest brushed my nipples, which despite the heat, were still erect and aching to be touched. I reached up, found his arms, gripped his shoulders. When he pulled back, his eyes open, hand in my hair, I held my breath, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Care to jump?

Like I could stop myself from jumping at this moment. It was more a matter of falling, really. He had taken me to the very edge of the cliff, and I had gone along willingly, eagerly, even. And now, here we were, hot, breathless, no parachute, safety harness, ropes, anything. Just us, and whatever waited at the bottom.

"Geronimo!" I whispered back, smiling.

 

[downhomeguy]

"Geronimo!"

I smiled, debating on whether or not an audible response was appropriate. It certainly wouldn't hurt...then again, actions speak louder than words. Rolling over on my side next to her, I drew my index finger down her breastbone, then towards me in a small circle around her hard nipple. Continuing lower, the rest of my fingers and palm joined my hand, laying flat along her body.

My hand slowly inched down her torso, fingers slipping back and forth across the surface of her skin. When I felt the swatch of green satin, nestled between her thighs, I pushed my fingers over the front and simultaneously leaned over to cover her mouth with my own. Applying pressure, I held my fingers together and slowly eased them up and down; I could feel the intense heat emanating from her, spreading into my hand and feeding my desire for her.

It felt as though we had actually leapt off of a cliff, arm-in-arm, a falling sensation gripping us as we plummeted towards a pool of deep, warm water below. The knowledge that everything between us had led to this instant, a brief moment in time, was a bit intimidating. Nevertheless, I knew that together we could weather the impact that waited for us; our limbs would stay intertwined until the end, unfazed by the splash, instead holding on for the weightless feeling of joy that was sure to follow.

Dragging my hand over her thigh, I reversed direction and slowly slipped my fingers under her panties. A long and guttural groan escaped my lips when I felt the hot, wet surface of her pussy for the first time. In order to stifle myself, I dipped my head and drew her nipple between my lips while my index finger slowly traced up and down her tight slit. Slow, I thought to myself...only deep down inside, I knew that wasn't going to cut it anymore. Laying my palm flat against her loins, I bent my finger and pressed it into her. The feeling of her clenched walls, squeezing my finger and pulling it in, immediately caused my cock to swell in my boxers.

Pulling gently on her nipple with my teeth, I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her; my palm moved up and down at the same time, slowly massaging her clit. Working my hand and lips in tandem, I closely listened for the sound of her voice; each sound she made, no matter how slight, and even each breath she took was like adding fuel to the fire.

Sitting up, I reluctantly withdrew my hand from between her thighs and stood up. Leaning down, my fingers hungrily sought out the waistband of her panties. Tugging lightly, watching in the candlelight as the material slipped slowly down her hips, I held my breath. First, the soft patch of hair adorning her loins appeared over the top. Then, the rest of her was revealed as the last article of clothing on her body shimmered in the light, slipping over her knees and bunching up in my hands. Kneeling, I worked them down her legs and to the floor, then took her feet in my hand one at a time to lift them from the floor and disrobe her completely. Dropping them to the side, I wasted no time in standing back up.

Reaching down, I grasped her wrists and lifted her hands to my waist. Sure, I could have just as easily slipped off my own boxers. But I had thoroughly enjoyed slowly undressing her, and I wanted to share the experience. Guiding her fingers to the waistband of my boxers, I slid my hands down her arms and gazed down at her nude body. We were hitting the water; all that remained was to make sure that we kept our arms together and survived the fall.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

No turning back, like I had even contemplated that idea. We had finally stepped off the cliff. Just like in the movies, the last day's events flashed before my eyes; my first glimpse of him through the window, the broken table, Shane bringing me face to face with Carson for the first time. All of that seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago. I had met him a scant day before, yet here I was, on the verge of discovering something most people never even know they are missing; true happiness. The moment was within my grasp, and for the first time in my life, I reached out and grabbed for it, instead of holding back. The sensation was all at once exhilarating, terrifying, and satisfying.

Words rarely failed me, and I wanted so badly to let him know how his touch was burning me on the inside, melding so much more than our skin together. Yet, all I could manage was a groan. As if to quiet me, his lips covered mine as his hand reached my panties. He had teased me there once already, was this going to be more of the same? His fingers pressed against me harder, and I could feel that dull ache, that oh god please don't stop longing flood my entire body and crash over me like a wave. My toes curled and my back arched, trying to get his hand to reach beyond the fabric separating his flesh from mine, and then, he did just that. His mouth took in my nipple, distracting me for a split second before I felt his finger, unhindered by fabric, come into contact with my clit.

Relief flooded my body, only to be followed by a new, ravenous hunger to get closer. His mouth, warm, wet, and soft, engulfed my nipple. I was aware of the sounds I was making, and while they sounded intelligible inside my head, they echoed only as groans and sighs in my ears. The occasional please could be made out, but only if I concentrated really hard on making sense. I was concentrating on other things, though, and Carson didn't seem to need anything more specific to go by. He had one finger inside me and I grabbed on tightly, squeezing while I pushed my hips up, against him as hard as I could. I put my hands behind my head and gave in to him, dismissing any last shred of restraint. Then, he took his hand away. What?

At last, I felt him take the waistband of my panties and pull them down, slowly, down my hips, his hands making contact with my skin as he worked the shiny fabric off my thighs. I looked up to watch his face as he revealed the last of me, raising my hips, bending my knees, finally sliding my panties off, off, off! I remembered the pair Shane had batted around for him earlier and smiled inside, silently thanking the little again fur ball for making this introduction. I would have to find some way to reward him later.

I let him pull me up to sitting, which left me eye level with his waist. I leaned forward just enough to rest my head on his abdomen, my lips level with the elastic binding of his boxers. I rested my hands on his hips and looked up so I could kiss him softly all across his belly, below his navel, stopping there to lick around the rim before I took a nibble. I ran my nose up and down along the fine line of hair that ran from his belly button to, well, I didn't know how far just yet. I would find out soon enough. For now, I wanted to tease. I put my mouth over the head of his cock, still bound by the loose cotton of his boxers, and exhaled. I could feel my warm breath back against me in the close confines, and could almost taste his flesh when I inhaled. I let my fingers grasp the edge of his shorts, pulled them down about an inch, just enough to feel the indention above his ass against my thumbs. I rubbed those dimples and ran my nose along the head of his cock, humming softly, enjoying being so incredibly close. I glanced up to see his face, and the half smile on his lips told me he was right there with me.

I asked him May I? as I hooked my fingers beneath the elastic that was the only thing keeping our bodies from being completely available and exposed to each other. I pulled on the front enough to allow the head of his cock to spring free, and just held it there and kissed his belly again, but this time, his bare cock was pressed against my neck. I felt it throb against me, seeming to keep pace with my heart racing in my chest. I kept my lips pressed against him as I slid the cotton fabric down his ass, scratching gently with my nails down the back of his thighs. When the boxers hit the floor, I pulled my lips from his body, put my hands on his ass, and leaned back just enough to look up at him. Once more, I asked him May I? before I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting what I had been starving for all night.

 

[downhomeguy]

For some reason, when I placed her hands on my boxers I expected her to swiftly yank them down. Perhaps it was more hope than expectation. All of the teasing that I had subjected her to was finally coming around, and I knew that in the end I would be thankful for it. I focused on my breathing, closely scrutinizing every inhale and exhale as her hands wrapped around to grope my lower back, her lips tracing up an down my stomach. The sudden feeling of her lips pressing into me through my boxers only served to fuel my anticipation. Then, a slow pull on my boxers that exposed nothing more than my lower stomach. I moaned in frustration, unable to form even the simplest of words to construct a plea for salvation from my torturously pleasurable position. You should have just taken them off, I thought to myself. You've got no one to blame but yourself.

When she tugged again on my boxers, finally exposing the head of my cock, I sighed in relief and let my head fall back. Fall = survived, I thought. The air flowing out of her with each exhale was soft, but might as well have been hurricane-force winds. Every puff, every breath swirled over me and made me weak with anticipation. When I sensed her leaning closer to me, I braced myself for the soft feel of her lips on my most sensitive region, the raging cluster of nerves hovering in front of her. Instead, she teased me by pressing her lips against my stomach. I could feel her pulse racing, throbbing against my shaft as it rested against her neck while she kissed and licked my torso.

When my boxers dropped to the floor around my feet, I knew the next logical move would be to step out of them and kick the soft material aside. My legs, though, disagreed and refused to move even an inch. Her fingertips burned against my skin, pressing into my flesh and keeping me at a close to her. I looked deep into her eyes, watching her as she slowly peered up at me. Her lips seemed to be mouthing words, but all I could hear was the sound of blood pounding in my ears; I hoped that any questions she had could be answered by the look of hunger in my eyes. I watched in slow motion as she leaned forward, her lips parting and slowly engulfing the swollen head of my cock. I sharply inhaled, sucking in a quick breath of air and abandoning any thoughts I had about controlling my breathing and heartbeat.

My entire body shook with the feeling of her soft lips pursed around me, forming a tight seal that felt as though it was drawing me into her. Gazing down at her, I raised my hands and slowly ran my fingertips over her cheeks; brushing her hair back to allow me a better view of her face, I groaned. Just as I wanted to cover every inch of her taut, soft body with my lips, I wanted nothing more than to feel more of her warm, wet mouth engulfing me. I would never have thought that such a feeling would overtake me with regards to someone I had met less than twenty-four hours earlier. Every fiber of my being had been hungry for her, longing for another kiss or another inch of skin. Now, it felt as though my hunger would finally be satiated.

My toes dug into the carpet, my skin tingling as my nerves burned with pleasure. Her hands gently squeezing my ass, coupled with her lips and tongue on the end of my cock, were making me feel as though I would weaken and collapse on the floor at any second.

"Oh, God" I groaned, my entire body aching for more of her as our eyes locked.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

When the heat of the moment is overwhelming, the oral phallic connection can suspend the progress long enough to devise a plan; do I want to go further with this person? Since that had already been decided and affirmed as a resounding yes, I found myself with no inner conflict. Instead, I was enjoying the ride, not looking for an outcome. The head of his cock was hard against my tongue, but the skin was smooth and warm. He tasted like leather smells; raw, faintly salty. My hands roamed his body freely, feeling the difference in firmness between his thighs, his ass, his hips. When he groaned loudly I relaxed my lips and let him slip from my mouth. I licked up and down the shaft, wanting to explore every inch of him with my tongue. The line that separated his groin from his abdomen was shadowed by the warm candle light and beckoned to me. I ran my tongue along the groove, worked my nose up to his navel, kissed and licked around that sweet indentation. I rested my hands against his flanks and felt the shudder when I grazed his belly with my teeth, fought the urge to bite harder. This craving was completely new to me. I was ravenous for him.

The boxers that had not dropped until the eleventh hour were still pooled at his feet. I worked my feet toward his, resting them near his heels. My toes gripped the cloth and pulled back gently, urging him in my mind to step back. I ran my fingernails up the back of his thighs and brought my hands to the front of his body, palms to his belly and gave a soft push. Now he stepped back, let the boxers unwrap from his foot. I looked up and nodded, smiling that he had heard my silent plea. I was the clumsy one, I knew, but I didn't want to take any chances on anyone tripping over underwear that should have been kicked to the side. Again, we were in no hurry. There was no reason not to be cautious about injury. There had been plenty of those already.

When he stepped back with his other foot, he left a space big enough for me to stand. It might have seemed counterproductive to get off the bed, but I knew we would be back all in due time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me, as close as we could get in this position. Front to front, nothing in the way hindering any contact. It was as intimate an embrace as I had ever encountered. I stood on my toes so I could rest my chin on his shoulder and felt that free fall all over again. If this was true happiness, I was immediately, completely addicted to the sensation. And, I realized, it wasn't really about me at all. It was all about me and Carson. He was here with me not just physically, but intimately. He had let me in, too. I didn't have to wonder if he felt it. I knew.

My lips would not be content to rest, not after having been allowed free access to explore. I kissed his neck and earlobe, whispered how much I wanted him. My hands rested against his scalp, rubbing gently, feeling his hair brush softly against my sensitive palms. The shiver that move started ran the length of my body, curled my toes, made my hard nipples ache. His arms around me felt so secure, I felt no need to hold on, but I did anyway, just because it felt so good.

 

[downhomeguy]

The emptiness I felt when my shaft dropped from her lips was quickly filled back in. Her tongue, soft and warm, elicited another moan from me as it snaked back and forth along my cock. It took a moment for me to realize what she was trying to do, her feet tugging on my forgotten boxers and her hands on my stomach. I was too entranced by the contrast between her lips, teeth and hands on various parts of my anatomy to notice. Slowly, careful of my weak knees, I stepped back out of the fabric puddle at my feet and kicked them aside.

When she stood up, raising her arms around my neck and pulling me close, my hands naturally came to rest on her lower back. As her fingertips grazed my scalp, lips moving across my shoulder and ear, my palms slipped over her sides and down her hips. I brought my hands closer together, cupping her ass and giving it a light squeeze and holding her into me. It dawned on me that until now, the bed had provided a barrier between me and her alluring rear; throughout the removal of her skirt and panties, she had remained seated. Now, standing face to face, it felt as though our bodies were beginning to meld. There was the carnal, corporeal connection: her nipples pressing back into my skin, my throbbing cock trapped between our bodies. So too was there a deep, emotional connection between us. Her voice, soft and passionate in my ear as she announced her desire for me, caused a deep warmth to spread from inside of me. It wasn't the burning heat that had been smoldering inside of me for so much of the night, but instead an emotional satisfaction derived from finally hearing her express her longing.

Reluctantly taking my hands off of her, I reached up and placed my hands over hers. Slowly pulling them off of me, I raised them in the air over her head and unhurriedly turned them, guiding the rest of her body in a slow circle until she stood facing away from me. I watched attentively, trying to map every inch of her body as it slowly turned. Pulling her hands back over my head and around my neck, I released my hold on her and let my hands drift down to her back. Dropping my eyes, I turned my palms to face her and ran them over the curve of her ass, then over her hips and onto her stomach. Pulling her body back into me, my fingertips began to lightly draw circles over her bare midriff while my lips brushed over her shoulder, moving across the curve her her neck towards her ear. As her body slowly relaxed into me, I let my hands roam further. While my left hand swept over her breast, the other turned parallel to her body and slid down over her pussy.

"I want you more than I've ever wanted anything," I whispered, timing my utterance to coincide with my fingers gently pinching her erect nipple.

There was no doubt that my words were sincere. The time for games was over; my mind and body were in total agreement. But words are words, and I knew that I...or both of us...would be ready to express our carnal and impassioned feelings for one another. Now that I had been given a taste of her, I wouldn't be able to rest until the rest of my thirst for her was slaked.

 

[Fi_llor]

sorry. wrong thread

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

None of my usual awkwardness dared interrupt this moment. Standing in front of him, facing away, arms stretched back and around his neck, I felt completely at ease. Instead of the uncertainty that usually caused me to hold back, I was filled with nothing but acceptance. It could have been because of the way he felt, standing behind me, continuing the slow seductive dance from a different angle. I let him pull me closer, relaxed, rested my head on his shoulder while he teased my neck with his lips. I had to fight the urge to put my hands over his, but I didn't want to interrupt the fingers that were teasing my nipples, brushing against my mound, causing my body to melt into his.

The hair at the nape of his neck was damp beneath my fingers, making me even more aware of the heat between us. The sweat that was clinging to the surface of our skin as we stood there, moving slowly to some internal rhythm, coated us in a fine, warm sheen. When his fingers wrapped around my nipple I eased into him and felt his hardness against my back. I was faintly aware that I was moaning, the sounds muffled by his voice in my ear.

I want you more than I've ever wanted anything

More than anything? I couldn't have agreed more. I was willing to forgo oxygen in exchange for just another moment of his touch, and was silently thankful that would not be required. Breathing him in, his scent, his warmth, was making me dizzy enough. His hands kept me pressed to him while he worked my nipple gently between his fingers and ran his other fingers softly through my pubic hair. While I ached for those hands to pull me around to face him, I didn't want this moment to end just yet. There was something about the way his arms wrapped around me and held me that tempered my impatience. The hunger was still there, but with the feast within reach, I was able to savor the anticipation.

 

[downhomeguy]

Standing up, both of our knees weak with anticipation, our bodies swayed faintly as if in a trance. Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I sucked on it gently; releasing her nipple, I cupped her breast in my hand and gave it a light squeeze. My other hand continued to roam back and forth over and between her thighs, moving continuously to avoid lingering in any particular place. Content for the moment to hold her in my arms, I knew that our bodies would surrender to one another before long.

I began to wonder if everything in my life had been leading up to this moment, this brief passage of time that would somehow change me. Part of me wondered if after experiencing the happiness that I expected to find with her, I would ever be able to find it again. I knew, though, that this may also be my only chance to find what I now knew I had been looking for. The curve of her body under my hands, pressing back into me. The taste of her skin, salty and warm. The sound of her voice, passing into my ear every time I ran my fingertips over a certain spot or gently nibbled at her skin. None of that would let me stop, even if this was the only chance I would have to feel it.

The time for teasing was over; I hoped that before the night was over, I would get the chance to hold her in my arms again. But for now, it was time to continue with our journey.

"Geronimo," I whispered, echoing her earlier response.

Dropping my hands to her waist and ducking my head from between her arms, I slowly turned her around to face me and leaned in to kiss her. When our lips broke, I guided her towards the bed until the mattress hit the back of her legs. Lifting her up and back, I sat her on the bed and guided her torso down flat on the surface. Leaning forward, I quickly kissed her stomach before easing further down. Looking up at her over the plateau of her body, my hands grasped her ankles and lifted her feet to the bed. Running my hands over the outside of her thighs, I leaned forward and slowly traced the tip of my tongue along the length of her pussy until it bumped against her swollen clit. Wrapping my lips around the small button, my nose buried in her pubic hair, I lightly sucked on the nub and pressed my tongue forward to flick over it.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Hearing him echo my earlier sentiment, Geronimo, caused me to smile. Not just because he had been paying attention, but that he had used the word that completely summed up our experience at this moment. Leaping, free falling, knowing the landing would most likely consume us, but willing to go because there was simply no other direction that made any sense. All of the what ifs that plagued my mind in similar circumstances were silent. Instead, all I heard was my breath, short and ragged, then I felt that weightless sensation again and realized he had picked me up. My legs brushed the edge of the mattress, stirring that rough line one more time before he put me down on the bed. More soft kisses, starting at my belly, making me tremble, making me reach, looking for something to hold on to so I wouldn't grab his head. My fingers wrapped around the bed covers as I moaned softly, words I didn't know, or perhaps just more gibberish, I wasn't sure.

When he grasped my ankles I let him put my feet where he wanted. I thought he might put them over his shoulders, and in fact, was anticipating that very move when he planted them firmly on the bed. I looked down to see that smile again, expecting more of the slow teasing he had subjected me to all night. Then, completely unexpected, his tongue was there, right there on my clit. My knees fell apart and I arched my back, trying with all I had to find the edge of the bed so I could hold on, but it was out of my reach. He held me by my thighs, not really keeping me from going anywhere, but applying just enough pressure to keep me from pushing away. The tip of his tongue danced on the surface of that throbbing bud of tissue, around, over, then around again. I could feel his lips against my puffy wet labia, kissing softly while his tongue took me to the edge.

I wanted to plead with him to keep doing exactly what he was doing with his mouth until I was screaming instead of whispering. I wanted to tell him no one had ever brought me here, to this place, not anywhere close. I wanted to promise him anything, anything in the world, in return for him being part of this moment with me. Instead, all I could do was whisper his name and beg him to please, please not stop. I was nearing an orgasm I was sure was going to be nothing like I had ever experienced, and every fiber of my being screamed for me to let go, relax, enjoy the ride. But a voice deep inside me, one that had never spoken up before, or at least not loudly enough to be heard, said hold on a minute, don't you want to wait until he is coming with you? Are you really that selfish Brooke? Just think how much better it will be, how much closer you'll be to finding that elusive moment of pure happiness, if you can be a little considerate, patient, giving?

Of course the voice was right. This night was about our happiness, our mutual agreement to take each other on that journey. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see his face when he looked up at me. I knew all of the candlelight cliches, being a creative writing student, these things are basic knowledge. But the way the light glimmered off his hair and shadowed his body made me long for the words to share my feelings exactly. Not simply the aestheticism, but the way the light danced off him, reflected back in his eyes when he looked at me. The warmth I felt in his presence was indescribable. No words would ever do it justice.

 

[downhomeguy]

Her thighs shook under my hands, her back arching as she squirmed on top of the bed. Her voice carried over to my ears, a mixture of pleas and inaudible sounds of pleasure that encouraged me to continue. When she propped herself up, I was afforded an unobstructed view of her face. The expression in her eyes, and the trembling shape of her lips gave away the look of uncertainty. I knew she was close; I could see it on her face, and in the way her body was moving. Something, though, was keeping her on the edge.

There will be another time, I thought to myself. To hear her voice gradually become louder, her body quivering with my head buried between her thighs, was something that I was determined to experience. That time would have to wait, as would a number of other things that had been lingering in the back of my mind. For now, there was only one thing that we were both craving with every cell in our bodies: the complete, unmitigated connection between our bodies, minds and souls. It had been building steadily since perhaps our first contact with one another, the moment that she had first spotted me across the courtyard. Thought it had only been a handful of hours, it felt as though a lifetime was behind this moment.

With a final flick of my tongue and kiss of my lips, I reluctantly lifted my head from between her thighs. Standing up, I placed my hands on her knees and pushed her backwards until her legs were straight, her flawless body resting entirely on the bed. Not wanting to waste a second, knowing that every moment with her was sacred, I crawled up the bed and lowered myself down over her, my knees planted between her spread legs. The heat rising off of us was countering any effect the air conditioner may be having. More importantly, though, the heat felt as though it was combining into a single mass, swirling around us and engulfing our bodies. It was the first step towards a total connection.

My cock, throbbing in anticipation, brushed against her skin and sent a shiver down my spine. Quickly kissing her to stifle the groan welling up inside of me, I sucked on her lower lip. Letting go and tucking my chin into her shoulder, I kissed and nibbled at her neck. I could taste the thin sheet of sweat coating her skin, similar to the layer that I could feel on my own body. Reaching down, I grabbed her behind the knee and lifted her leg up until it lay against me, her knee bent and her foot back on the bed. Turning my head back to face her, I stared deep into her eyes; my forehead resting against hers. This was it, the moment that was going to sum up everything between us.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

It was absolute trust, absence of fear, unselfishness. Wanting someone not because the physical ache was overwhelming, though that was surely part of it. No, it had to do with not wanting to be alone in the moment, wanting more than anything to know it held the same passion for him. When he looked me in the eye I was certain, as certain as I had ever been, that I was not alone on this journey. He had been right there with me from the very beginning.

My body was drawn to his. I draped my hands on his shoulders and felt the heat emanating off him, that caused a fine sheen of perspiration to form where ever we touched. My tongue longed for the free reign my fingers had to touch his skin, trace thin trails along his neck and shoulders, brush softly through his hair. His thighs brushed against mine and caused that tingling that had started in my belly to spread, now my entire body was vying for contact with him. My nipples were standing stiff, practically reaching out to his chest, begging just lean forward a little more, so close.

He kissed me again, and I felt some tension in his shoulders give when he sucked my bottom lip gently into his mouth. My clit responded as if he was still kissing me there, and I had to make an effort to keep from grinding my hips into him. His cock was so close, against my thigh, all but at the entrance to where I was warm and wet and waiting. He lifted my left knee and rested my thigh against him, trailed more kisses along my neck, before he stopped and rested his head against mine. His face was so close I could almost not focus, his eyes right in front of mine. His warm breath against my lips made my own breath even hotter, so much so I was feeling lightheaded. I inhaled deeply to reset the frantic speed at which my lungs were pulling for oxygen, bit it did nothing to alleviate the drowning sensation that was washing over me. I could almost hear the roar of the ocean in my ears, only it was surely just the blood rushing in my head that made it seem that way. Not that I didn't think Carson was capable of moving heaven and earth, causing the ocean to roll right up to the bed and carry us out to sea. I wouldn't have been surprised in the least to find the floor covered with sand and sea shells when this tide rolled out.

I held his gaze, contemplating all that had changed in my world in the short time we had been together. For once, I wasn't worried about what was going to be different after we shared our bodies, because that was just part of what we were sharing. I wasn't worried about anything, at all. That's the moment I realized true happiness was not only very possible, it was happening to me.