Mildly mature content

I wake up in a tangled mess with Vic. Our legs are intertwined and my arms are wrapped around her as if I am protecting her from the dangers of the world and in many ways I may be doing just that. The closeness I feel with her is nearly incomprehensible and I surely don't understand it nor do I think I want to because by naming it, quantifying it, I am limiting its potential. I marvel at how well our bodies fit and the singular unison we achieved while making love with each other. I made love with her and not to her; a distinction that I never knew existed until last night. How do I tell her these things? I don't think I am capable of telling her.

Vic stirs in my arms, waking, while the heat begins to escape from our joined bodies. My quiet confidence is renewing as I soak in the scent of her, all of her. I gently place my lips on her shoulder and glide them toward the nape of her neck, whispering, "Good morning."

Vic moans, "Good morning", and closes the small space between us pressing against my already aroused state.

"Stay there," she softly speaks into the hollow of my elbow.

"Stay here?"

"Yes, you fit just perfectly there."

She's right. We fit. We perfectly fit and I can't help but do what comes so naturally as an expression of my love and softly take the lob of her ear between my teeth as my tongue caresses it gently. I feel the tension begin to rise in her body and I whisper, "Vic, will you make love with me?"

"Yes" and she continues, "You can start with that crazy thing you did with my neck last night. That shit turned me on."

"I just wanted you to relax"

"That's all?" she giggles in disbelief.

"Well and surrender."

"Surrender? Just what the hell do you mean anyway. Surrender to what?" Her body shifts and she turns to face me with a serious look on her brow.

"Surrender to the control you have over everything, Vic. You are safe with me and I can hold all that for you if you let me. "

Vic looks at me half wondering and half perplexed at what I am saying as she pushes me back on the bed and vigorously straddles my lap and plants a hard kiss on my lips. My body cannot help but react to the motion of her hips and the pressure of her lips moving across my body. Vic leans forward and puts her weight on my chest holding me in place her hair falling forward covering me and her face looks like a carnivorous cat feeding on her prey. I lift up to meet her lips and Vic pushes me down teasing with her tongue over my lips as the rhythm of her hips increase. I feel the tension build in my legs and I lock my legs between hers and turn her over moving her beneath me. Vic smiles, almost laughing, and I pin her arms above her head and split her legs with mine, and stop. My eyes begin to drown in hers as I hold my head just above hers, "You're safe with me." Vic pushes up and I lean down and hold my lips just above hers eyeing the serious expression on her face, "You can't go anywhere, you just have to admit I'm stronger than you, but I have you," and she closes the distance, the warmth from her mouth consumes me and I swear I can hear her heart beat. My hands move down her body over the curves of her hips.

Vic exclaims, "No. No. Hold me. I want to, Walt. I want to let it all go." I hold her arms and she bits my bottom lip, her tongue searches for mine, and our bodies become one. The pulses of her breath signal her release, I feel the first waves of tremors inside, and I know she is here with her body, her soul and she is mine as I am hers. Our lovemaking is purposeful in its pleasure and I bask in the gratification of pleasing her.

Later, Vic leans in to kiss me and says, "There is something you should know."

"I want to know everything, everything about you."

"Let's start with the fact that I love you and we can go from there."