The Little Things
Chapter 19
As we stood at the foot of his bed, still holding hands, Greg tossed his cane on the ground and took his right hand and placed it firmly behind my head lowering his head to mine. A shiver ran up my spine as I realized what we were about to do. I want my first time with Greg to be as special as possible.
As his head reached mine, he lightly nuzzled my nose and then touched his lips to mine with what seemed like absolute patience and love. Our lips lightly entangled each others; the sensation cause goose bumps to spread over my entire body; our eyes closed in response. I took my free hand and placed it on his face lightly stroking his cheek as our lips mingled. I then felt his desire swell as he parted his lips; silently asking for more. I obliged to his desire and to our need and parted mine as well to allow our tongues the freedom to explore each other.
Our kiss was still gratingly slow but oh so lovely and gentle. As our desire and need escalated, our hands began to wander. We started striping each other. His clothes, being that he was in a tuxedo, were a bit more difficult to remove and not end up destroying in any number of ways possible; and on top if it all we had the added bonus of there being a lot more pieces involved but we worked passed that. It was all worth it. By the time we had fully disrobed, Greg had laid me down on the bed; he was above me kissing my neck. His stubble was tickling my skin as he made his was down; kissing my torso all over while simultaneously massaging my breasts occasionally dragging his fingers over my aroused nipples. I moaned in pleasure with every kiss and every touch.
"Greg, I'm ready! Please, I need you," I expressed to him between moans.
He leaned back up to my face starting deeply into my eyes and said, "I'm ready too, I think. Wait let me check." He looked down at himself showing his arousal. "Yup, that's a positive on the being ready. But then again I'm always 'ready' when you're around." He leaned down kissing me.
I was extremely eager to feel his girth within me. He was definitely well off in that department and I couldn't wait much longer. I reached down as he kissed me and placed my hand around his member. I wrapped my fingers around him and gave him a squeeze ever so lightly. He groaned within my mouth as I did this which only encouraged me more. I then started to run my hand up and down him. He felt great to touch and I couldn't wait to please him.
He broke our kiss and rubbed his nose to mine. He then leaned over to his nightstand and opened the drawer grabbing that familiar square package. He raised himself off of his forearms and was fully on his knees between my legs when he ripped open the package pulling out the protection.
"Here, let me," I said with as sultry a voice as I could muster. He then handed it to me as I placed it over him; making sure to grip him well and run my hand as far down as I could.
From there I ran my hand up his torso, stopping to run my fingers through the hair on his chest. I reached up and place my hand on his face stroking him lightly with my thumb. I brought my hand back down towards me, keeping his face with my hand; guiding him towards my lips. Our lips met again with such force that it seemed that all the want and need that we had been holding in for each other over the years was released within that one kiss.
It was in that moment that our lovemaking session began and with what seemed like many hours of ecstasy and bliss we became one with each other; we learned everything about the other, physically at least, as we possibly could.
I learned that Greg has a sweet spot right on the right side of his neck near his clavicle which, with enough pressure and suction applied, will engender a loud hoarse moan from the deepest realms of his throat.
He learned that with a particular position and the right amount of force, he could make me scream in climax after only eight or nine thrusts. Oh and there were many times where he would resort to that just to watch me scream in rapture again and again.
In the end, we probably tried every position known to man kind, we had gone through at least 5 of those lovely square packages that he kept in his nightstand, and we had, most likely, the best work out either of us had ever had before.
When we finally resigned to our tiredness and decided to leave our frivolous lovemaking session, we collapsed into each others arms and slept peacefully together until slumber could no longer contain us.