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“Uhh… ummmm. Kiss me, Dylan. Kiss me,” she begged in an urgent whisper.
I gave her what we both wanted, my mouth taking hers in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Remi sucked my tongue inside her mouth, and I concentrated on continuing the ministrations that were driving her crazy.
Her leg hooked over my hip, even as she climbed closer to orgasm. She didn’t speak, but her breath came in pants. She excited me almost beyond resisting, but I wanted Remi to know her pleasure was more important to me than my own. Her hands were pulling at my body, silently asking me to roll on top of her. “Dylan, I want you inside me.”
I wanted it more than life, but I wanted to make love to this woman all night, and I didn’t want to rush now. “I will be but lay back first. Let go, babe. Remi, let me make you come.” I kissed her hard, plunging my tongue into her mouth in time with the movements of my hand. Remi hands clawed at my flesh beneath my shirt. She came hard and faster than I’d wanted, but the rest of the night would be savored, moment by moment.
As she arched her back and moaned my name, I rolled her over, letting her feel the steel of my erection as I used it to press against her sensitive, wanting flesh. Her knees came up to clamp down on my hips as her body jerked against mine as the final waves of her orgasm consumed her. Her hands slid up my chest and her forehead pressed against my neck. I could feel the huffs and sucks of her breath against my skin, glorious proof of her ecstasy.
When her movements stilled, I kissed her softly on the mouth, then my hand slid up her arm to claim her hand which was cupping the side of my face. I kissed her palm then lifted off her body to kneel between her legs.
We were both still fully clothed and I meant to remedy that in short order. My hand reached for the hem of my shirt, and I pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor. Then I pulled at her hand with mine, silently asking her to sit up. I removed her shirt and when she lay back down, I slid her shorts down to her hips. Her body lifted slightly, giving me permission to remove them.
I wanted to make love to her, but I would have been content to just look at her all night. When she was completely naked to my view, I took a moment to memorize the sight. The way her dark hair splayed across the pillows, her shy expression, though her face held a flush of pleasure. Her body was as perfect as I knew it would be. Her breasts full and round but not overly large, with small, pink nipples. Her flat stomach and slight swell of her hips framing well-manicured pubic hair. She was perfect. “You’re so beautiful, Remi.”
Her hand reached out to me, her eyes meeting mine, then sliding to the tent in my sweatpants, gently grazing the bulge with her fingers. I stepped off the bed to shed them, letting my erection spring free, anxious for more of her touch.
When I placed my knee on the bed, Remi sat up, one hand sliding up my chest to the back of my neck and her other, folding around the shaft of my cock. She lay back in the bed, using pressure to bring me with her. Soon, I was between her open legs and her mouth reached for mine as she settled back on the pillows. We began a series of kisses, as she kneaded and pulled on my body, her thumb running over the engorged head at the top of each stroke. I moaned into her mouth, kissing her harder as I lowered myself to settle into the cradle of her body, praying she’d guide me into her soft folds. “Remi…” I whispered her name in reverence.
When she did, it was heaven. She was wet and slick, and I couldn’t help myself, I took over for her, wanting to increase the anticipation of every inch of me as I sank into her. I took my cock and moved it up and down her wet folds, applying pressure against her clit and then letting just the head of my dick enter her and then retreating. She moaned and her body arched beneath me, her hands moving over my arms and shoulders to hold both sides of my face as our eyes met. Her gaze was imploring, asking for more, her lips fell open seductively and she bit her lower lip.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I knew it, but also that after we’d made love, there was no going back to our relationship the way it had been. Yet, if we stopped now, we would still be changed forever.
Being with Remi, finally, was better than any fantasy I'd ever imagined. She was incredible; She felt amazing in my arms and how our bodies moved together was like liquid desire bathed in love… and I was drowning. It was perfect.
Gently, I pulled my mouth away from hers, but her lips were clinging to mine. I intended to ask her if we should stop, but I was too far gone. I loved her and I wanted to make love to her more than I needed air to breathe. I continued the torture for two more passes before letting myself enter her and push in deep. She was tight and her knees lifted to my sides.
She moaned softly, her eyes closing languidly. “Ohhhh”
The want on her beautiful face was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I don’t know how I held it together.
When I was all the way inside, I stilled, hoping for my body to calm, but I was acutely aware of every inch where our skin touched. I cupped her face with both hands gently pushing her hair back and running my thumbs along her delicate cheekbones. Her insides clenched around me, and it was my turn to let out a guttural moan as I started to move in slow, long, deep strokes, pressing hard against her pubic bone and to stimulate her.
I turned my face into her neck, and began placing slow, sucking kisses there, as she started to move with me. Our bodies and our mouths found a perfect rhythm, as if we’d both been born for this moment. Our hands adoring against the other’s body. I felt every sensation; her hands on me, her breath rushing over my face between kisses, as we climbed higher toward mutual release.
The pleasure was intense, and I wanted to memorize every second. Her tongue and mine entwining in a delicious dance, sucking gently on each other’s lips and tasting each other as no other had ever tasted us. I felt her warmth, her body deliberately sucking on mine with each thrust. I never wanted it to end, for if it did; if we separated, we might die. If this night ended, we might not be Remi and Dylan any longer. I wanted us to be everything to each other. Emotion threatened to choke me.
“Remi,” I breathed against her breast, gently taking one of her rosy, taught nipples into my mouth to gently suck and flick it with my tongue. My hand was still cupping the side of her head, her fingers gently raked down my back. There was a tightening in my body, a building of pleasure like I’d never known. I lifted my head to look down into her face. Her eyes were closed as our bodies worked toward the climax. “Remi,” I said again. “Look at me.”
Her green eyes were languid as they opened and focused on mine. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I wasn’t sure if I had the right. I wasn’t sure I had the right to any of this, except that I’d loved her since I was six years old. Her hand lifted and cupped the side of my face, sliding down until her fingers touched my jaw. “I know, Dylan,” she said, as her body arched and her eyes closed.
Her orgasm pushed me over the edge as I tumbled into mine. My body poured into hers with five more thrusts, and then I bent to kiss her slowly, and deeply, worshiping her mouth with my own. I pulled my mouth away and then ran my lips over her cheekbone and then her temple, gently brushing my lips against her skin. I memorized her scent, how she tasted, how it felt to have her body still holding mine.
I was exhausted, but I didn’t want to stop touching her. I rolled to her side, my body sliding free, but I pulled her close, and she snuggled into me, her head coming to rest on my chest.
For now, I was content, and I’d deal with tomorrow when the sun came up. For the rest of the night, I was going to worship this woman as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did.
Dylan
We slept in; exhausted from the night of love making.
We didn’t talk much during the night, but reveled in every touch, taste, and sound. I think we were both afraid speaking would turn reality into an illusion. For myself, I still found it difficult to believe that the magical moments and hours were real. We were both so overcome by our emotions, that I did something I’d never done; forgot to ask her about birth control. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t assume she was safe, but I trusted her to tell me if she was unprotected.
The sun was well into the sky, shining its bright rays into the room. Remi was stirring against me, our legs entwined as she was still draped over my body where she’d finally fallen asleep across my chest. My fingers traced the silken line of her backbone from her neck down to the top of her buttocks and up again to cup around the back of her neck under the curtain of satin-like hair.
I closed my eyes and sighed, not wanting the moment or the weekend to end. Last night I was in the throes of passion and love, but in the light of day, I knew we faced a lot of obstacles. I knew she had a man in Tennessee, and I feared that guilt over our time together would overshadow the emotions between us. The part of me that felt like a piece of crap for sleeping with some other guy’s girlfriend struggled to reconcile with the stronger inclination that I’d had her first. She was mine, and even when I was being an egotistical asshole living my carefree life, I’d always thought I’d end up with Remi. I swallowed and rubbed my free hand down my face with a mixture of disgust at my behavior and regret that the weekend was over.
Our relationship was complicated. It had been since I was twelve years old, and we began growing into adults and my feelings for her began to change.Fuck, I thought.
