Couple: Murphy and Emori
Place: Cave
Murphy POV
Our kisses have gotten deeper and longer than ever before. They make me want more than I have in a long time. Her body is so perfect but I want to see the rest of it. She hardly takes off her clothes and she wears so many layers. All I want is see her body, be close to her.
"John?" she asks.
"Hm?" I ask, rolling my head over to her. My arm is under her body. She is tilted toward me with a smile on her face.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Have you ever had sex?"
"Whoa. Jus yu ste, John."
"What?"
She rolls her eyes at me but then leans closer. She kisses me a few times, leaning closer to me. Finally, she pulls her leg over my waist with her heat right above where I want her. She grinds a little closer to me as I kiss her neck. I put her hands on my face and then travel my hands under her shirt. She stops moving and looks right into my eyes.
"Hol op," she says.
"Does that mean, wait?" I ask.
She nods.
"Hey, I'm not saying we have to. I was just wondering if you have."
"Yeah, once. You?"
"Once or twice," I say with a shrug.
She is kissing me again, sending me extremely confused mixed messages. I'm almost immediately hard with her grinding herself on me but there is nothing that I can do about it. I need her but I don't want to be with her if she doesn't want it.
"Do you want to?" I ask her gently.
She nods.
I can feel her heat on top of me. It is making me so much harder than before. She smiles as she leans down, putting her weight on my chest. Her face is aimed toward me.
"Obviously you do," she says with a smile.
"Yeah, I do."
"Come on then," she says. That smile is on her face so big and perfect that it makes me less nervous. I have never been nervous around a girl before. I've fooled around a couple of times but I've never felt like this. I care about her. I want her to feel right and safe.
It's strange. Foreign even.
Emori leans over and starts kissing me. I kiss her back, putting my hand behind her head. We kiss for a while until she starts reaching at my shirt. I take it off without thinking, kicking my shoes off in the process of laying her down beneath me. I pull at the scarf that is around her head but she puts her hand on mine.
"Please," I say.
She shakes her head.
I lean back down to kiss her again but now I'm confused. I want her to be as naked as I am. I don't want to do this without her enjoying it too. I've never felt this feeling before. I care about her.
"Emori, I want to be with you. You. I want to be able to see you," I admit, looking into her eyes.
She nods but her face is reluctant, almost scared. She pulls the scarf off of her head and then the glove from her larger hand. It makes me smile. I grab that hand and put it on my back. It feels odd but also sensational, larger than her other graceful hand that can touch anywhere it wants. This hand is a commander.
"Take this off," I beg her, tugging at her shirt. She looks down and then back at me. She nods a little bit. I pull her up closer to me and take her first shirt off. She has on at least two or three underneath. I remove another to reveal a tight dark shirt with blood stains and sweat.
I look down at her body. She is slender with a chest to rival any woman. Her body curves down until her tight shirt tucks just barely into her pants. I reach down to her pants and touch her warmth between her legs. She gasps when I do this and then gives me that familiar confident smirk. Emori grabs my shoulders and pushes me over onto the ground.
"I want to be with you, John," she says as she kisses my neck. I nod in agreement when she starts unbuttoning my pants. I let her take them down. Her smaller hand starts touching me over my boxers. They are a sad, dark piece of fabric so I can almost feel her completely.
"Emori," I groan when that familiar feeling of need and lust comes over my entire body. But this time, I want to share it. I don't just want the goal. I want her to feel it too.
"Emori, let me," I tell her.
She nods when I start pulling her pants down. I get them off of her, revealing slick, dark legs with such beautiful muscle. She has on tight shorts underneath of those. It would be funny if I weren't so turned on. Instead, I need her. I take those off too, without patience.
My fingers waste no time going into her underwear. She stares at me the entire time. I wait for her to give me the right signals. I watch as her body starts arching into my hand, her hands clench at her sides and her legs shake and spasm. I know she wants more. Her body is warm and wet on the inside, the kind of perfect that should be talked about.
I barely feel like the John Murphy who doesn't care about anything. I don't think that guy can exist with her.
"John," she says, looking up at me.
"Yeah?"
"I'm ready."
I know what she is talking about. Instead of wasting another second, I remove her last layer. I can hear her heavy breathing. Her breath is shaking with every small movement. I look down at her. She's so perfect. I can't help but stare.
I move my own final layer away before rolling on top of her. I stare down at her body, illuminated only by the bright warmth of the fire beside us. I watch as the light from the flames dance along the edge of her dark skin, down her side and over her bare chest. I lean down to kiss her, taking her nipples in my mouth one at a time gently. I kiss her, licking her and then returning my lips to her neck before pushing inside her.
"John!" she shouts.
I move as slowly as I can but she's so warm and wet that it's almost impossible for me to stop. I gasp when I feel her tighten around me. I know she isn't comfortable but god, it feels so good.
"Are you…okay?" I ask, begging and shaking above her.
"Yeah, keep going, John," she says.
So I do. I move as gently as I can inside of her and then back. I move slowly for her to get used to me and for me to used to her without letting the feelings overtake my entire body. Just when I think they will, I am able to reign it back in and control myself.
I focus on her.
Emori leans into my body. She arches her back just a little. Her hands rest on my shoulders and back, one sometimes dances in my hair as I hold her. Her legs are up beside me. I can feel her thighs around me. Her bare body is so perfect against my own that is the only thing I can focus on.
"John!" she says.
"John…Yes, John."
When I realize I am doing something right, I keep moving my hips in the same direction, hitting the same spot and not changing pace. I want her to feel what I feel.
The clenching comes tight in my gut and then lower and lower. It has been lurking there for a while now, just waiting to finish, to release itself from my body. I want to let go of this so badly. But I want her to feel it with me. When she starts moaning, I get impossibly harder. My body starts seizing up. It is getting harder to control when I start throbbing.
"Emori," I mutter.
"John," she says back.
She looks right into my eyes and watches me.
"I can't hold on."
"Come, John," she begs.
I move faster but still stay in the same spot, hoping to make her feel it too. But then the clenching becomes overwhelming, my entire body feels it. Everything starts off and I can't control it. I gasp and then groan as I come over a wave of every wonderful emotion.
