Anna
"That was delicious" Sid pushes back from the table and wipes his mouth. "I'll say this about you; wow can you cook."
I know that I'm grinning but I can't help it. Since Sid came in the door, I've been smiling and it feels good. It's like we turned a corner this morning when we talked. I was concerned that there would be some weirdness from our 'encounter' after practice. My embarrassment hung onto me for the rest of the morning until I got too busy to think about it. If I was going to go grocery shopping and make dinner before Sid arrived, I had to focus on finishing my to-do list so that I could get out of the office at a reasonable time. I even managed to grab a shower and change before Sid arrived.
"Seriously, you can really cook" Sid tells me.
"Thanks. I love to do it but don't get to enough. Time is hard to find and it's not really enjoyable to cook for one person."
"Well you can cook for me anytime."
I know that I'm blushing so I grab some of the dishes and head into the kitchen. Sid follows me with his own dishes. Even though I tell him that he doesn't have to help, he insists on clearing and then begins to stack the dishwasher while I wash the pots. We talk about little things that happened in our day. Sid had errands to run in the afternoon like dry cleaning and I tell him about helping Geno's foundation organization a special event. It feels like we're any couple simply sharing our day with each other.
When we're finished, I take out the berries and the mint whipped cream I made earlier. Sid grabs a blueberry before I can dish them out and I slap at his hand without thinking. With his quick reflexes, he grabs my wrist and kisses my fingers then licks off a bit of whip cream. Something deep inside of me responds to his lips and tongue on my fingers. I never thought of myself as a sexual person before. Sure, I often enjoyed sex when I had it but, with Sid, it seems that's all I think about. It makes me hope that he's going to stay the night.
When Sid releases my hand, I go back to my task and dish out the berries.
"I know you don't eat ice cream during the season but what about whip cream?" I ask him.
He picks up one of the bowls of berries and says "maybe I'll have some later."
He grins, I don't know why, and eats a strawberry. I put away the whip cream and pick up our bowls and lead the way into the living room.
"Is there a game you want to check on?" I ask. Sid opens his mouth but then pauses. "It's ok Sid. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't ok with it."
"If you don't mind" he tells me. "I want to catch some of the Rangers Habs game. We play New York tomorrow and then Montreal after that."
I turn on the TV and hand him the remote. Sid takes it, settles back against the couch bringing me with him so that I'm cuddle up at his side. Even though we each have a bowl of berries, Sid idly picks at mine while he searches for the game. When he finds it, he pulls me closer to him so that I'm half on his lap and we're both eating from my bowl. While Sid focuses on the TV, I notice that there is a gym bag by the front door. It must be Sid's and I feel excitement that he feels comfortable enough to bring a bag with him. He's staying over tonight!
When we, well when Sid, has finished the berries in my bowl, I exchange it for the one I brought out for him. Absently, Sid settles me back close to him and starts eating again. I take a few glances up at him when I know he's not looking. He is so beautiful and I still can't believe that he's here with me. Six months ago this wasn't even in the realm of possibilities in my life. Now, here we are, wow.
"What?" Sid asks.
He's looking down at me and I realize that I've been caught staring. I decide to brazen it out and force back my embarrassment.
"What, what?" I ask and try to look innocent.
Sid raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. I can't maintain and start giggling, and once I've started, I just can't stop. Every time I look at Sid, I start laughing all over again and soon he's joining in. At first, Sid laughs but soon he dissolves into giggles too. It takes us some time to settle down.
I pick up the empty bowls and take them into the kitchen.
"Do you want some more wine or some water?" I call out to Sid.
"I don't want wine or water" I hear him say behind me.
I gasp as he startles me. I didn't realize that he followed me into the kitchen. My gasp turns silent when Sid presses his body flush against mine. I can feel heat everywhere his body is touching the back of mine. All thoughts of dishes and wine and water fly out of my head. In fact, as Sid turns me around to face him, I can't seem to think a single, cogent thought. There is only feeling.
I feel his hard thighs pressing against mine. The zipper and fly of his jeans pressing into the small of my back since, without heels on, I'm much shorter than Sid.
"Do you trust me?" he whispers in my ear.
"Yes" is my immediate and breathy response.
"Good" he says and kisses me on the neck beneath my ear. "Stay here and I'll be back in a few minutes."
He kisses me again and then I hear him leave the room. It takes me a few moments to collect myself and stop shaking. The husky tone in his voice speaks directly to my core and makes me yearn like never before. I distract myself by cleaning the dessert dishes and Sid returns as I'm finishing.
I turn to ask him what he's been up to but I'm stopped before I can even open my mouth. Sid has stripped off his sweater so that he's wearing only his jeans and a fitted tee shirt. All of the saliva in my mouth dries up instantly and I'm rooted to where I stand, unable to move. As Sid stares back at me, he licks his lips and then smiles slightly. The stark desire I see in his eyes terrifies me because, for the first time in my life, I feel it too.
He holds out his hand to me and I know that, even now, he's giving me the choice. What he doesn't realize is that I've already made that choice so I quickly place my hand in his. He lifts it to his lips and my heart skips a beat. I feel like I'm in a movie or a romance novel, this moment is that surreal, and I never want it to end.
Sid laces his fingers with mine and I walk with him to my bedroom. Once there, I first notice that the light is soft and glowing from two of lamps on low. It gives the room a romantic feel. The decorative pillows usually on my bed are in a pile in the corner of the room and the comforter and sheets are pulled down. Looking beyond my bed, I see the bag Sid brought on the floor by my dresser and a package of condoms on the side table. It appears that Sid came prepared.
He pulls me with him so that we are standing beside the bed facing each other. Softly, Sid brushes the hair from my face and off of my shoulders. I almost mew when he runs his fingers through from scalp to tip. His fingers travel to my waist, take the hem of my sweater and pull it slowly up then over my head. I shiver next when he traces the swells of my breasts just above the lacy cups. I can't prevent my gasp when he brushes each nipple with the back of his knuckles. They harden instantly for him.
His fingertips trace down the bare skin of my sides to my waist where he pauses for a moment. I look up into his eyes stare directly back at me while his fingers undo my jeans and then push them down my hips until I stand only in my bra and panties.
"Now you" he says softly.
Me? What does he mean me? Sid must see my confusion.
"You can start with my shirt" he tells me.
Oh. Now it's my turn to take off his clothes. Good grief, I've had sex with him a few times now. Why am I so nervous right now?
I give myself a mental shake, ignore my nerves and grab the hem of his shirt. Slowly I push it up, my fingers trailing softly over bare skin as it's exposed, until Sid lifts his arms and I can pull it completely off. I can't take my eyes off of his perfect chest with hard muscles and soft skin.
"Keep going" he urges me.
I continue and slide my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. His eyes narrow as I open the button and the pull down the zipper. My fingers tremble when I brush against him. He's pushing so hard against the zipper that I'm surprised it hasn't opened under the pressure by itself. It takes some doing but I manage to push his jeans down. They get stuck a few times over his thighs and ass but soon they are on the floor beside mine. Now we're both standing only in our underwear.
Sid reaches up with both hands and slips the straps of my bra off of my shoulders so that they slide down to my elbows. They go no further because the cups get caught on my nipples which are hard under Sid's gaze.
He leans down, kisses my shoulder and then leaves kisses all the way up my neck until he reaches my ear.
"Touch me Anna" he whispers in my ear.
A shiver rushes through my entire body from his breath in my ear and his words. He wants me to touch him again. My fingers tingle at the thought and ache to trace over his skin; but, I'm frozen in my self-consciousness and inexperience. It doesn't matter that I just explored his body. That was spontaneous and I didn't even realize I was doing it until I was but, now that he's asked me to, I can't move. I want to be sexy and bold like the girls I'm sure he's used to but I can't seem to move. Maybe I'm just scared that I'll do something wrong now that I've had time to think about it.
Sid pulls back and, using a finger, he tilts my chin up so that I'm looking at him.
"What's wrong Anna? Talk to me."
Oh God, that's the only thing that could make this moment even more embarrassing; if I told him why I'm embarrassed.
"You said that you trust me Anna" he continues. "Tell me what's going on in the beautiful brain of yours." He kisses first one cheek, then the other and then my lips. "Talk to me baby."
It's the 'baby' that finally breaks me out of my silence.
I shut my eyes and say "I don't want to do something wrong."
I can't open my eyes. I'm scared that he'll be mad or, even worse, that he'll laugh at me. I'm startled when his lips find mine but I'm quickly caught up in his persistent lips and tongue. His hands move to my lower back and pull me hard against him. I feel his hard muscles pushing against my soft curves. I feel how hard he is against my stomach. I simple feel and my mind goes blank.
He pulls back and we're both breathless again.
With his forehead lying against mine, he says "see, your touching me now and there is definitely nothing wrong."
He's right. I didn't even realize that my hands feasted on his hair while he was kissing me and even now hold on tight. This gives me the encouragement I need to start exploring again.
First, I slide my fingers down his neck and over his shoulders. His skin is smooth and his hard muscles flex and then tremble as my fingers trail over them. Next, I move back slightly so that I can touch his chest. There are a lot of muscles here to explore. When my index finger brushes against his nipple, Sid groans and I feel it harden so I repeat the action with my other hand. He groans again and I watch as his eyes darken and narrow.
My hands explore further down his chest and I move my gaze so that I watch his beautiful body as I explore it. His middle is thick and tight, the muscles very well defined, so that his belly button is pulled almost to the point where it disappears. As I explore, I watch the muscles quiver under my fingers and hear Sid's sharp intake of breath. I'm fascinated with the effect my touch is having on his body, especially one particular part of his body. It might be because that's where my mind goes because my hands follow and brush over his shorts.
Sid quickly grabs my hands and pulls them away. My eyes find his, terrified I did something wrong. Sid closes his eyes and takes three deep breaths before opening them again and looking at me.
"If you do that, I'm really going to embarrass myself" he tells me.
Oh.
He lets go of my wrists, circles my waist and pushes me against the bed until I sit down.
"My turn" he says and licks his lips.
Oh boy.
He kneels between my legs and reaches around me with both hands to unclasp my bra then slowly pulls it off completely. Sid stares at my newly bare skin. I feel my nipples tighten and my breasts grow heavy and he hasn't even touched them yet.
"Beautiful" he whispers and leans his head down.
While his hands sit on my hips, he leaves kisses over the swells of my breasts and then licks and nips around. I'm desperate for his lips to find my nipple but he specifically ignores it. He moves to the other breast and repeats his actions. Unconsciously, my hands move to his head and I try to guide him where I desperately need his lips but he won't budge.
"Not yet" he whispers against my skin.
"Please" I know I'm begging but I don't care.
"Not yet" he repeats and his lips trail lower over my stomach.
I have a vague thought wishing my stomach was flatter but then all thoughts are gone again because he's kissing my inner thigh. Oh God, his lips and tongue leave kisses and licks up to the junction between my thighs then he leaves kisses over the cotton covering me still and repeats his kisses and licks over my other thigh.
Sid stands and my hands fall helpless to the bed as I watch him. His hands encircle my waist and he pushes me up further on the bed so that I'm lying back. He takes the edges of my panties in his hands and pulls them down, slowly, until I am completely bare and lying out on the bed for him.
Sid doesn't give me any time to be self-conscious because he pushes off his shorts and slowly climbs over my body. In the soft light of the bedroom, his skin glows and I feel my breath quicken as I look him over head to toe. He's so beautiful and he's here with me. It still boggles me.
When we are face to face, Sid asks "what do you want me to do?"
Oh God, he's doing it again, asking me questions. Why doesn't he just do what he's done before? I mean that worked well so just do it again. He's holding himself up on his elbows and waits patiently for my answer. I can't possibly do this, tell him what I want, it is just too hard; although, maybe I can …
I move my hands so that they are on his biceps, slowly slide them up to his shoulders, over his neck until I cup his cheeks and can pull him down so that our lips meet. He lets me take the lead and I know that I'm hesitant at first; but, quickly, my need takes over and tongue slides through his lips and plays with his. I tilt my head slightly to try a different angle and Sid's body shifts so that his errection pushes against me. The exquisite pleasure causes me to gasp and then bite his bottom lip.
I pull back and quickly wonder how to apologize for the bite but Sid is grinning at me, leans down and takes my bottom lip between his teeth and lips alternating between nipping and licking. It's so fucking hot. My hips tilt up and Sid rocks against me again. I pull my thighs open wider to give him better access. The friction as he shifts and rocks is exquisite and makes me desperate. My hands slide to his back and I marvel again at his hard muscles.
The next time Sid rocks, I tilt my hips up and feel his wet tip against me. I try to shift my hips so that he enters me but Sid pulls back.
"Not yet" he murmurs and kisses my neck. Unconsciously, my hips seek his again and Sid's teeth sink into my shoulder. "Bad girl" he tells me and chuckles.
It makes me want to laugh too but I'm unable to when his hand slides between us. His fingers quickly make their way between my folds and one slips quickly and easily inside of me.
"Ahhh" I cry out. Finally there is some small relief to my desperate need.
Sid slips a second finger inside of me and pumps them in and out slowly. He alternates between in and out and then around and around. Slowly he stretches and stimulates. I feel my body tremble, liquefy and break out into a sweat. He completely owns my body right now. It's his for whatever he wants to do and wherever direction he takes my pleasure.
I can feel pressure build and my legs begin to stiffen. Sid notices too because he stops moving his hand. I mew for more but he waits and waits. I feel my orgasm melt away and Sid begins to move his fingers again; in and out, around and around, in and out, around and around. Then he changes it up, pushes his fingers in as far as he can and begins to rub the walls inside of me. It feels good, really good, but I've never had a guy do that before. What is he doing?
Then he hits a specific spot and I feel such an intense pleasure it travels throughout my body simultaneously, with electricity and pressure and such intense feeling that I want to cry I'm so overwhelmed. That's the last cogent thought that I have. All I can do is feel pressure, heat, electricity, weightlessness. It's all too much. I think that I scream. There's pain in my fingers from grabbing something too hard. Then there is nothing. I simply float.
I think it takes some time before I can open my eyes and realize what just happened, where I am and who I'm with.
"Oh" I say. Brilliant.
"Oh?" Sid says and smiles.
He kisses me softly once and then again lingering this last time.
"All you have to say is 'oh'?" he asks.
I smile and say "oh my."
Now Sid throws his head back and laughs, hard.
"Ok then, 'oh my' it is" he tells me.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I ask "what was that? I've never experienced that before."
He smiles, a little shyly, and says "that Anna, was your g-spot."
"Oh" I say again.
"Indeed, oh" he repeats. "But I'm not nearly done you know?"
Right, he hasn't, um, well he hasn't. I take a couple of deep breaths and then reach between us so that I can do something for him. I'm not sure what I'm going to do but I guess it's my turn like he said before. Only he grabs my wrist again and pulls it away. Confused, I can only stare up at him.
Sidney
I've had to reply the 2008 Stanley Cup loss in my head over and over to keep from exploding for the last thirty minutes. I almost lost it when I watched wave after wave of orgasm wash over Anna but I managed to hold it together. Her inexperienced and enthusiastic touch almost put an end to all of that effort in two seconds. Unfortunately, she looks confused and maybe hurt. Damn.
"Anna" I say and kiss her lips softly. "Why don't we do that later? Right now, I'm desperate to be buried inside of you. Ok?"
I watch her brow smooth and her cheeks pink. She's just cum so hard that my hand is still wet but at my words she blushes. This mixture of wanton and shy is so fucking hot. Not for the first time I wonder if the other guys she's been with are fucking idiots.
She smiles and nods so I release her wrist and slide my body over hers. I feel the soft curves yield to my body, her thighs widen to make room for me and her lips respond when I kiss her. I begin softly, slowly coaxing her reaction. I can already tell that she's more comfortable because her fingers trail up and down my spine occasionally traveling over my ass too. Instinctively, I know that I'm losing my heart to this smart, sexy, shy, caring woman who is full of delightful dichotomies but I push that aside. I'll examine it later when I have full control of my brain.
I slide down her body and spend time on her breasts. Anna is always responsive to having her breasts played with and I briefly wonder if she could cum, like in 50 Shades, by breast stimulation alone. Anna's moan distracts me so I refocus and increase the pressure on her nipple with my teeth.
"Oh God" she cries out and her nails dig into my scalp.
I repeat the action over and over while I slide my hand between her legs. She's still soaked from her last orgasm but I want to work her up more. With two fingers, I push on her clit around the edges and she cries out again. Her entire body is soon vibrating and thank God because I might blow any minute if I can't cum soon.
Anna makes a distressed sound when I move away from her but I need to grab a condom off of the bedside table. Maybe next time she can put it on me. Right now, I don't have the time, patience or restraint to make it more than a requirement. Quickly the task is done and I'm back.
I kneel between her legs and push her thighs apart with my own positioning myself perfectly. I hold for a few seconds and take in the image in front of me. Anna is lying back against the bed with her hair draped over the bed behind her. Her breasts are full and her nipples hard. I can see the wetness glistening between her legs and I can't wait any longer.
Guiding myself, I sink slowly and deeply, laying my body over hers as I do. I love the feeling of her soft body beneath mine. I know that it isn't the most optimal position for her orgasm but the primal feel of 'my woman' beneath me is such a turn on. Pulling back just as slowly as I sunk in, I take Anna by surprise when, the next time, I thrust hard and set a fast and continually hard pace. Quickly she's panting and crying out softly and her fingers dig into the sheets.
Quickly, too quickly, I lose control and know that this won't last much longer. Rolling over, I bring Anna with me so that she's sitting astride me and I can thrust even deeper up inside of her. This position also frees up my hands and I alternate between pinching her nipples between my thumb and finger and rubbing her clit. It's the clit that brings her closer to orgasm and finally gets her there. With two more strokes, I can finally cum too, and Anna collapses on top of me.
I gently stroke her hair as our heart rates slow down. Absently, Anna draws circles on my chest with her finger. There is a peace and serenity that washes over me I don't think I've ever felt before. Or maybe it is familiar from the last time I was with Anna.
"Thank you" Anna says softly and kisses my chest.
"You're welcome" I reply. "What are you thanking me for?"
"Just everything I guess" she says and turns her face into my chest.
"Anna, I got something out of this too you know" I tease.
I can feel her smile and she kisses my chest again. The monument of the moment isn't lost on me. This is the first time that she's touched me like this without any urging from me. I shift slightly and realize that we're both sweaty and the sheets beneath us are damp.
"Why don't we have a shower?" I suggest.
She smiles and says "ok."
She sits up and reaches for the sheet to cover herself. I grab her hand before she can do so.
"Hey" I say and wait until she's looking up at me. "Don't do that. I love your body. Clearly I love your body. Please don't cover up in front of me Anna, ok? Please."
She looks thoughtful as she watches me and, finally, she nods.
"Good" I say and kiss her. I remember something and have a better idea than a shower. "Do you still have that whip cream you made for the berries?"
"Yes, are you hungry?"
"No. Give me a minute while I get it" I tell her and head off to the kitchen.
The extra calories are going to be worth it and I know exactly how we'll work them off.