"Oh. Uhn God Tegan" I moaned, her beautiful mouth still working its magic on my neck. I felt her teeth softly biting just below my jaw, (one of my week spots) and all sense of composure was coming undone. "Tee, oh fuck, that's...So good." I could feel her grip tighten, her hips pressing into mine and her hands moving over my back, one traveling up into my hair.
"God, Jonnie, I want" her sentence was broken off by my lips crashing into hers, causing her to finish her thought with a hungry moan. Her lips were even softer than I had remembered all those times I had thought about the two of us as kids. I felt her tongue sneak out and softly trace my top lip, silently asking for permission. She had never been a pushy kisser.
I allowed her to deepen our kiss and instantly I was reminded of how sweet she tasted. The only difference now was I could get a hold of her hair and keep her lips right where I wanted them, and when I tangled my fingers in her chocolate locks, I was rewarded with something between a gasp and a moan.
"Jonnie" she whispered "can we, um, lay down or something?" Knowing her as well as I did, this meant we were both on the same track as far as where we wanted this to go. It wasn't the first time I had heard those words come out of her mouth, but this time, I wouldn't fall off the bed when I felt her hand on my bare skin.
I took her hand in mine, walking toward the destined piece of furniture in the middle of my room. Butterflies were swarming in my gut, and I turned to her once we were both beside the bed, pulling her to me, and kissing her once again. It felt like we were 17 again, only this time we were both completely sober, and there was no chance of getting caught by either of our moms, or her sister. We climbed on my bed and instantly we were tracing each others curves, through clothes, each waiting for the other to make that first move. Yup just like when we were teens.
"It's your turn Jonnie," she said quietly, sensing my hesitation. "The last two times we did this, I was the one starting it." I looked into her eyes and saw that same look I had so long ago, the night she found out that I was gay then we all decided to celebrate by getting wasted and Tegan and I ended up half naked in bed together. I chickened out that night too. I had a better excuse this time though. Sara was passed out on the floor by the bed and I couldn't fuck Tegan with her sister not 5 feet away.
That being said, I slipped my hand just under the hem of her black t-shirt, sliding it slowly up her side. Her skin was so soft, and so warm under my palm. "Like this?" I asked suddenly feeling like a virgin who had no clue how to touch a woman. Hell, I had dreamed about this very situation countless times since the day I met her. But this was no fantasy. I was really in bed with Tegan, kissing her hungrily, feeling her hips move against mine begging for this to continue.
"Unh, yeah Jonnie" Tegan whispered, "like... uhhh just like that"..
That was all the encouragement I needed to continue as my fingers found their way to her shoulder blade then danced their way across and down her spine causing her to arch into me and her head to fall back. It was then that I felt her hand slide under my own shirt and rest on my stomach, now fluttering with excitement. With both of us touching bare skin, and all bets were off.
One thing I knew was that Tegan was naturally a dominant lover. I was friends with many of her exes and most of them were surprised to find out I didn't know that one from experience. "You and Tee never? Not even once? What the fuck?" more than one of them had said. A few even followed with "Okay, what about Sara?" Apparently my friends thought I was a slut. Hell, even my ex wife was convinced that I had slept with one if not both of them.
"Off...We need to get these fucking clothes off" she growled through clenched teeth. Before I could even make an attempt to agree, she was pulling me up onto my knees with one hand the other grabbing the back of her own shirt and pulling it off over her head. Oh, fuck, she's even more beautiful than the last time I saw her in her bra.
I must've stopped moving in my distraction because I was surprised to feel my own shirt slipping up my torso, and soon Tegan and I were once again, half naked and in bed together. She reached for the top of my jeans slipping her fingertips in between my skin and the denim, pulling my body to hers once again. As we both knelt on my bed I felt her hands wind around to my back, mine mirroring hers, and we both unclasped bra hooks, only using one hand each. This was further than we've ever gotten before, I realized with a shaky and nervous breath escaping my lungs.
Everything seemed to slow down at that moment. It was almost as if time itself was crawling as we slowly pulled lace and satin down each others shoulders, finally revealing more than either of us had seen of the other. I always knew Tegan had a breathtaking body but I had no idea how right I truly was. I couldn't help but stare. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
I was brought back to reality by the feeling of her fingertips, first the the warm palm of her hand on my stomach. I looked into her eyes and saw her suck the corner of her bottom lip in between her teeth. Before I knew what I was doing my fingers were working the button of her jeans, pulling the zipper down and slipping them down her hips.
In a blur of desperate movement, both of us were soon naked, tangled and panting on the mattress. She had come down on top of me, her bare thigh resting against my clit, creating a delicate pressure that was driving me mad as our hands and mouths explored each others skin.
"Uhhh, Tegan," I pleaded softly as her leg pressed harder into me. I needed to feel more of her, her fingers, her mouth, anything. "Baby, please" I breathed. Baby? Where did that come from?
She knew what I needed and began kissing her way down my arching body, stopping only to take my hardened nipple between her lips, caressing it with her tongue and repeating the process with the other before continuing her path down my stomach. As her body slid, silkily down mine I whimpered at the delicious friction it left in its wake. My God, it was really happening after all those years of wanting, dreaming about what it would be like to feel her body next to mine.
I felt her pause for a moment her hot breath dancing over my aching pussy before I felt her lips first, then her soft tongue slipping between my folds, teasing my entrance before dragging slowly and circling my clit.
"Uuunhh! Oh, oh God" I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair causing her to moan against me. She sucked my swollen button into her mouth, softly applying the perfect amount of pressure to keep me crying out for her.
"Tegan, oohhh God Tegan!"
Her tongue made it's way back down to my dripping entrance, teasing at first before I felt her pushing into me and moaning again at her reward. She began to lap at me softly at first, collecting my juices on her pink tongue, using it and her saliva to slicken me all the more as I held her head to me and rocked my hips, allowing her better access. If she kept this up I wouldn't last much longer.
As if sensing thought, I felt her body rise up, her tongue dragging along my slit before she lifted her head and replaced it with her palm. She looked me directly in the eye as she pushed two of her fingers deep into my center. My jaw dropped, lips quivering but my voice would do nothing but moan. She began to thrust and withdraw at a steady, yet slow pace. Slow and deep, she pushed and pulled perfectly. She moved so that her body was beside my own and as she added a third finger into my core, I slipped two of my own into her and matched her rhythm. We continued on for what seemed like forever, me adding another digit to her dripping heat, before out pace quickened, deepened and we were both crying out loudly, on the verge of orgasm.
"Fuck, Jon...Jonnie" she growled as she came hard against my hand. Seeing her lose control finally sent me spiraling over the edge myself. I screamed out to her, begging for more which she enthusiastically provided as I pooled in her hand.
Her rhythm slowed as did mine and we withdrew ourselves from one another before wrapping our bodies together and pulling the comforter over us for warmth and falling asleep together.
My last words to her before drifting off were, "Don't forget, Sara".