Union
{blush – hiding behind the sofa…}
There's nothing uncertain or tentative about the way he undresses her, slowly but methodically. His gestures are simple, direct, to the point. He doesn't stop until he is done, the one in charge now, taking control of their first properly intimate moments. When she is fully naked, lying on her back invitingly, he gets rid of his clothes quickly and looms over her. He has not really touched her yet but the way he looks at her – the desire in his eyes mirroring his body's response, the yearning etched on his face – is enough to arouse her close to the point of no return. He bends his head to her and kisses her again, his hands itching to get hold of her, but he knows that the longer they wait, the more powerful the release will be. And she is beating him at his own game, not touching him either, but exploring his mouth so thoroughly with hers that he is longing for more.
She moans, desperate to feel his hands on her, to feel him under her fingers. He drags himself from her mouth and moves his lips slowly down her exposed neck, and over her breasts, laving one peak after the other with his tongue, sucking, licking her, nuzzling her skin.
As she arches backwards, he grabs her hand and places it on his erection, curling her fingers around his unyielding hardness. 'See', he murmurs roughly, 'see how much I want you. Feel how close I am to….if only you knew how often I have imagined this, you, us like this…'
She reaches down to kiss him, whilst stroking and exploring him, moisturising him with the first few drops of his desire, relishing the harsh moan he can't hold back as she runs her hand up and down him.
He slides down her body and parts her legs, exposing her to his adoring gaze. Slowly, he opens her up with his tongue, sucking in the distended bud of her womanhood, his hands cupping and stroking her breasts. She knows that she won't last long. She stops him. 'Not like this…for this first time I need….I want…'
He lies down on her, raised on his forearms. 'Now?' he manages to ask.
She guides him inside her, but as soon as he enters her he stops. 'Please', she whispers.
He shakes his head. 'Trust me'. He retreats until he's almost left her, and comes back to her exactly where he was, waiting for a few seconds, then retreating again, til the tip of his erection is just nugding her intimate folds, tantalizingly. At her sound of protest, he comes back to her, that little bit more deeply, and withdraws again agonizingly slowly. His loins begin to tingle with anticipation. He clenches his teeth, and resumes his long, slow, measured movements, coming to her and moving away, deeper each time, feeling every inch of her.
Her eyes are glazed over. Her entire world is reduced to this – to this bed, to this man she has loved for longer than she can remember, his skin against hers, the smell of their arousal filling her senses, his sex slowly moving within her and bringing her closer to the edge with every second but leaving her dangling still, unbearably so…her limbs are so heavy with as yet unfulfilled desire, her breathing so erratic, that she only has strength to hook her legs around his.. 'Harry, please…quicker… I…'
'No', he rasps, 'let me…trust me, my love…' His voice is broken, his forehad bathed in sweat. He covers her mouth with his, and lets his tongue mirror the long, slow, relentless wave of his body. He won't be able to hold on for much longer, he knows that, but he also wants her to experience, with him, the highest pleasure she could possibly have. Imperceptibly, but steadily, he picks up his pace, forcing a cry out of her whenever he enters her, until she convulses around him with a piercing scream, sending him buckling over the edge in a long, jerky, drawn out climax.