Touch: the ability to perceive an object or other stimulus that comes into contact with the surface of the skin.
He cheated his senses a lot with this one, if he was honest. It was the one he allowed some leniency with. A touch of her arm during a conversation, a hand on the small of her back occasionally, a brush against her hair when he helped her with her coat, fingers touching as they passed coffee back and forth, and even a hug here and there, but those happened in extreme situations.
The problem with his leniency was that he was always left wanting for more. How would it feel to run his fingers through her hair? To run his hands over her body? Or even to hold her hand as they walked? He felt touch starved near her, his fingers itched to touch.
But he always respected their boundaries, even when he stood just a little too close to her according to common sense. So, he ignored the existence of personal space, but people would praise him a lot if they knew just how much he was containing himself.
So yes, when they finally got together, after 25 years of longing, no one could blame him for not being able to keep his distance. He took every damn opportunity to touch her, to play with the ends of her unbelievably soft hair, to hold her hand while they walked to pick up Noah from dance, to cuddle her on the couch on movie nights and just run his fingers up and down her arm.
Her skin was sinful, he could never get enough. He liked to trace every freckle on her shoulders. When they were together, he liked to run his hands over her body. It drove her wild, and even a make out session on the couch could turn into so much more. They've been tiptoeing around their first time together, not wanting to rush into it. But tonight they were completely alone and he knew as soon as goosebumps broke on her skin, she stopped their kisses and faced him, slowly placing her legs on either side of him.
He took her hands, lacing their fingers and pushing her backwards, her head resting against the arm of the sofa. He raised her hands over her head and held them there. Again, he liked to tease, always teasing, letting his soft lips brush against hers, letting her feel his breath on them but not quite kissing.
They lie there, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies pressed hard against one another. She squeezed him between her thighs and lifted her head as much as she could, trying to reach his mouth but he still held her down. Still wouldn't let her touch him, just as he wasn't able to touch her for all those years.
He stares into her eyes and makes her giggle in frustration, making her wait another moment before finally kissing her. The kiss this time was harder, more urgent. She sucked on his lower lip, loving the feel of his mouth, he sucked her upper lip back, hard, making her moan slightly. The sensation sends a thrill through her and he can tell her body is responding to him, her heart racing, the dampness between her thighs growing.
This time he is the one breaking the kiss. "I love you" his words touch her lips seconds before he is kissing her again, running his tongue over her lips before pushing it into her mouth. The weight of him on top of her drives her crazy, she feels a little helpless and she wants more, wants him to control her totally, to touch her, he can feel as she trembles beneath him.
She is his and his alone and she wants him to take her, to claim her, because he finally can.
He releases her hands and she runs them over his strong shoulders and down his back, pulling him to her as she grinds her hips against his. He figures she craves his touch as much as he craves touching her. His breathing gets harder as she moves and he knows this time they won't stop, won't hold anything back.
She kisses along his jaw and drags her lips over his skin, down the side of his neck before softly kissing her way back up, loving hearing him sigh as she softly kisses his ear and whispers "I want you so much right now."
"I know, baby." He says before running his lips over her neck, dipping his head lower to tease the soft freckled skin on the top of her full breasts. She holds his head to her, wanting him to go further. His hand squeezes her right breast softly before easing the edge of her top and bra aside and letting his tongue finally taste her hard nipple as it swells even more under his loving attention. She feels a shiver run through her as he sucks on it, his tongue making her moan and close her eyes.
She looks down at him, looking back up to her with those gorgeous blue eyes as he licks her nipple slowly. Watching the effect his touch was having on her, how he was turning her on.
He was so hard for her and felt how much she wanted him, his hard cock grinding against her through their clothes and he needed to be inside her. He sits up, and just watches the lustful, longing look on her face as she lies in front of him, one breast still exposed, her legs spread either side of him. He stands and takes her hands, helping her up to stand in front of him.
He wraps his arms tightly around her and runs his hands down her back, resting them on her full ass, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops on her jeans, pulling her hard against him as he kisses her one more time. They both knew what's about to happen as she led him into her bedroom and pulled him down on top of her on the bed.
He undos her jeans and eases them down her soft thighs slowly before firmly rubbing her aching pussy through her satin thong. She moans into his mouth and he can feel the material soaking through, so wet for him. Sliding his fingers under the waistband he worked it down her thighs removing it completely, revealing her smooth wet pussy. She worked the straps of her top and bra over her shoulders, finally releasing her breasts completely. He spread her legs wide, exposing her to him, nearly naked beneath him. He runs his fingers around each faded scar on her breasts, showing her how much he loved her, how glad he was that she survived.
She watches him kneeling between her thighs as he pulls his t-shirt off. She raised her legs a little, embracing him with them, feeling his skin against her bare thighs. At last, they felt so good together. He runs his fingers over her nipples, his gaze locked in hers, as he slowly travels his fingers down her body, kissing her whilst he continues his ministrations. He runs his fingers close to where she desperately wants them, only to skip down to her tights. He loves to tease her.
"Oh fuck!" She lets out as she feels his fingers entering her. Finally, he feels her wet pussy, feels the effect he has on her on the tip of his fingertips. They waited so long, wanted this for so long. A wave of pleasure hit her and she needed to take a second to catch her breath. He doesn't let up though, working a finger deep into her pussy while his tongue keeps running over hers, then he starts working it over her clit, relentlessly, making her pant and moan.
Each breath gets harder as he works his thumb slowly over her swollen clit in circles. Every touch pushed her closer and closer. Her own hands run over her breasts, pinching her nipples hard as she writhes and squirms on his hand. One hand goes to his forearm, nails digging into his skin, holding him there as he pushes his fingers hard into her.
She is whispering his name and moaning "oh fuck" over and over as his fingers fuck her tight wet pussy. She is so, so close now, and she just can't take it anymore. Her walls squeeze his fingers hard as she cums.
She lies on the bed, thighs still spread as she watches him stand next to the bed and undress- he smirks, feeling proud of himself for making her a mess when he hadn't even taken his pants off yet. But he wants her, her skin ignites a fire inside of him that he just can't get enough.
And then she does the most hot fucking thing he has ever seen, running her hand down her body and starting to play with herself while she waits for him, still so turned on. He wonders if her touch feels as good as his to her. She knows exactly what she's doing to him and she loves every minute of it. He lets out a groan. "You must be the sexiest woman alive."
But then he just lays down beside her, running his hand down the side of her face and his lips softly work over hers. She lets her tongue slowly slide over his lips before slipping it into his mouth, letting her hands wander all over him at last.
He moans softly into her mouth as her warm fingers finally curl around his rock hard cock. She takes her time, wanting to tease him like he did her, wanting to get to know every inch of him. Gently sucking and biting his bottom lip she pulls away a little, looking him straight in the eye. Her hand never stops stroking him, firmly, oh so slowly, all the way down, softly stroking him balls before working back up, running her thumb over the head; over and over. She bends to kiss his neck, and no touch ever felt so erotic to him.
Lifting her lips from his neck, she stares into his eyes and simply whispers against his mouth, "Fuck me babe; now."
His reaction thrills her as he grabs her wrists and pins her to the bed, his full weight on top of her as he pushes his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard, forcefully. She can feel him between her legs, nudging against her tight wet lips.
"I need you inside me, now." She says.
He feels something tying them together and looks down to see that his cross and her compass had interlaced during their kiss. She moans out in frustration as he takes his time freeing their necklaces. He slides his hard cock over her slippery wet clit as he bites and kisses her neck then down her chest before running his tongue over her nipples; cries escaping her lips as she feels his teeth graze each one.
He sat up, looking down at her squirming underneath him, all his. Spreading her legs wide, he rested his hands on each side of her, supporting himself. Staring down at her and without warning he finally took her, filling her with the full length of his cock, stretching her. She cries out and bites his lip, moaning as he starts moving. She feels so good, nothing ever felt this good before. Their whole existence in that moment, in that point of connection making them one.
After a moment he slowly pulled back, almost all the way before ramming into her hard again, over and over, slowly, deliberately, driving her closer and closer to another shattering climax. Faster now, her legs over his shoulders, he fucks her, like he always wanted to, since they met for the first time. She is so close again, shaking slightly, tighter around him, whispering "oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, harder."
Her muscles tight with need and anticipation, it hits her, wave after wave rolling over her, he keep fucking her, her swollen pussy gripping him, wanting more, just more.
As she catches her breath, he fucks her slower, letting her legs relax and fall to the bed. Feeling closer now, he kisses her, as she calms and relaxes a little. She wraps her legs around his body, loving the closeness, loving him. He picks up the pace, moving fast now, more urgently, her hips meeting every thrust. She knows he's going to cum soon. She nips and sucks at his neck, digging her nails in his shoulders as he moves faster.
His breathing is ragged and his moans in her ear tell her he is about to lose it.
"Cum inside of me," she says in his ear just a second before he groans and spurts inside of her. He collapses on top of her, his head against her shoulder, out of breath.
Every inch of their bodies are touching, and he feels he is exactly where he should be. He is finally home. She curls up in his arms, head against his chest and closes her eyes, breathing returning to normal.
"I love you." She murmurs and he feels like her words touched his heart directly.