Since I promised, and you asked for it, here's the continuation of the scene as it began in the previous post. What can I say? It's mature, it's natural at the same time and the most incredible bond humans are capable of. Therefore it fits into this story.
I will assume you're old enough to understand, and eligible to read further. Coming from a country that's more lenient on issues like these, I'm not going to warn for anything, or be your mother/father and forbid anything. Read on and enjoy (in any form that may be, I'm open-minded...) and if you like it; leave feedback if you feel like it. Thanks for reading anyway.
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His hand trailed over the inside of her lower leg, the path of his fingers almost burning through her skin as his touch warmed her inner most soul. She arched under his touch, and lower and lower his tongue traveled until he reached her soft core. Trailing round her spot he knew he was driving her to the edge, not yet pushing it and he enjoyed feeling her body so strongly responding to him.
He paused to give her time to give him her permission, placing soft kisses on her lower belly. 'Please don't stop,' she said, her voice a hoarse whisper, and she pushed her hips more towards him, the invitation he needed to continue. He nibbled her nub and she gasped, then he let his tongue slide into her softness. She moaned as he did, her hands loosely on his head and shoulder, begging him to stay.
She arched her back, pressing herself to him as waves of excitement rolled through her, as his lips wreaked havoc to any coherent functioning or thoughts she let the last bits of reserve go and totally surrendered to the journey he planned on taking her to. Encouraged by her spasm of pure bliss he made the sensation more intense by adding his finger and he slowly but deliberately drove her completely to the edge.
He needed to feel her lips, see her face as he led her into a free-fall. Despite the disappointed moan she let go as he left, she reveled in his kiss, her arms securing him as his body pressed against hers. His lips pressed heated kisses on hers, ravaging her mouth as his fingers led a life of their own. The vibrations of the moans that came from deep within were palpable to his lips.
He broke the kiss, and she opened her eyes: dark with desire burning in her flustered face, her blonde hair spread out over the pillows like a curtain of gold. Her hazel eyes dazzlingly deep with longing bore straight into his, he pressed a soft kiss on her nose and made sure she could read his lips. "I love you, Susan Thomas."
Suddenly she jerked her head backwards as he hit her spot. Her hands, that had been holding his head first, were all over his body, unable to function coherently anymore. He pulled back and she let out a disappointed moan.
She felt how he cautiously moved back on her, feeling his hard manhood stroking her lips and she opened for him. When he entered her she felt complete. He slid in as deep as he could, feeling her shiver with pleasure, and she gasped as he went in deeper. She wrapped her strong legs around his waist and gave him the opportunity to go in deeper than ever before, her hips wiggling to get him into her as good as she wanted to feel him inside of her. She wrapped his arms around his neck and looked him into his eyes and closed hers for a second, the signal for him to start moving slowly inside her, waiting for her to pick up on the rhythm and slowly they made love. He gently laid her on the couch, his arm supporting her back as he kept his rhythm controlled, sometimes thrusting himself deep into her, sometimes more a gentle slide.
She felt how something inside her stomach, or even lower between her hips drew tighter and tighter, warm waves rolled up from her core. She felt how with every move of his lid inside her, tension in her head was building and how her breathing became ever more erratic. He buried himself in her neck, kissing her, stroking her hair, her cheeks as he brought her to her top. She felt she was about to come, and let him take the lead. A series of deep thrusts suddenly let things spiral out of control and she cried out as her mind exploded into the most intense feeling of bliss, her sight whitened and her body arched to cope with the exploding waves that ripped through her. She felt how he pressed his kisses on her lips and face as she slowly came back to earth after her dazzling high.
Time, surroundings and everything else were rendered unimportant as they moved to a rhythm as old as the earth itself. Their bond tightened even more as they became physically and emotionally one.
"Take me to the bedroom," she whispered finally when she felt coherent enough to be able to say something. Jack didn't say anything, he just lifted her up. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, and hold onto his neck as he kept her sitting on him, buried deep inside her and without slipping out he managed to carry her to the bedroom. The sheer rhythm of his steps correlated with intense feelings inside her and she gasped in surprise as he took his time to get to the room. On the stairs, her hand held on to the rails, landing them both at the bottom of the staircase where she begged him to continue to bring her to new heights, slowly they moved to the bedroom.
The moment his calfs hit the side of the bed he sat down with her on top of him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She pushed herself up a bit, feeling him slide out of her, then she slowly pushed him down on his back as she cradled on top of his belly. Sue felt for him and led him to her entrance, sat down to feel him sliding in deep. He held her upright as she began her own rhythm, sending both of them to the top where he released. Out of breath she lay down on him, but kept him buried inside of her, she could feel the vibration in his chest as he called out her name, over and over again.
She smiled against the side of his neck, and pressed a soft kiss just below his ear. "I love you Jackson Samuel Hudson."