Page 52 of August Kind of Love


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“I want to do this often. I want to hold you in my arms and dance and kiss. I want to explore the passion that’s inside me, that I hope is inside you. I have dreamed of this night many times. In my dreams, you have always said yes. I’d like to hear that for real.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want the new year to be something different too.”

He kissed my ear, a gentle kiss, a promise. I felt a thrill run up my spine. I was ready…I thought. But was I? I wanted him. There was no doubt about that. I knew that if he suddenly sprouted fangs and bit my neck for blood, I would let him. To say “no” was not inside me.

With seconds to go, we stopped dancing, grabbed our champagne, and intertwined arms. He changed the sound to the countdown.

Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one.

Even as the TV erupted, we toasted. Then, we kissed that lusty, strong, urging kiss. I knew what we both wanted. I felt him press himself against me. I pressed back.

The kiss broke, and he kissed my neck.

“I know you have to go home,” he said. “I was hoping I could entice you for an hour or so before you leave.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I think we can entice each other.”

He placed the glasses on the coffee table, before he swept me into his arms. He effortlessly picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He set me on the bed, turned me, and started to strip me.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said.

“I’ve wanted to let you,” I replied.

The room had been decorated with tributes to the coming year. Streamers, and numbers are all slightly glowing from the reduced lighting. He wanted this, our first joining, to be the start of the new year, the start of something I hoped would last for a long, long time. I trembled as he removed my bra and panties. His hands were strong, yet his touch was delicate. I hoped the delicateness would vanish in the heat that was consuming me. From the bed, I watched him strip. Unlike Wayne, with his scars, Codrin was smooth, almost perfect. Muscles defined, proportions in order, he might have posed as a Greek statue.

He slipped onto the bed.

We kissed.

His hands roamed around me

My hands roamed as well on him

An eagerness came over me.

I panted as my desire mushroomed.

“Do me,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back. We have time for more.”

I didn’t have to guide him. He knew what he was doing.

Did I?

He proceeded by gently cupping my breasts with both hands, brushing his thumbs against my perked nipples, and I hear a low, seductive growl escape his lips as he lowers his head toward my genitals. He separates my legs further apart with strong arms until my bare legs are completely exposed to him. "You're already wet..." he remarks, barely audible to my ears. Using a spare hand, he spreads my genitals apart as the tip of his tongue meets my clitoris, causing my back to arch instantaneously. My legs begin quivering as I give in more to the sensation of the tip of his hot, wet tongue. With each flick of his tongue, I feel my body taking delightful pleasure.

"Oh, don’t stop. I’m so close,” I hiss between clenched teeth as my brain feels a rush of feel-good chemicals. I let out a sigh afterward, relaxing my open legs some. He takes ahold of his length in an unexpected gesture, putting it in me. My body welcomingly embraces the ecstatic sensation as I gasp in undue pleasure. He begins moving swiftly and rhythmically inside of me as it makes squishing sounds from my extreme wetness.

My body continues to slam into his with his guidance while his lips explore my upper body. The cold sensation I suddenly feel on my erect nipple proves that he is sucking me as hard as his dick penetrates. His lips trail kisses up to my chest and then my neck. He finally settles on my lips and kisses me hard, exploring the insides of my mouth with his tongue. His pace intensifies, and soon enough, my body quivers above him. My walls grasp his length, and my fingers dig into his broad shoulders for support as I come long and hard. The intense sensation makes him grip me hard, too, and I can tell he will cum too.

With one final thrust, he thrusts himself into me while my eyes still roll to the back of my head. He grunts and grips to keep me in place as he shoots waves of his semen into me. I can feel the depth of his cum filling me, reaching my insides that welcome him wholly. After a few moments, he detaches himself from me.

Chapter twenty-one

AnafterglowIhadforgotten filled the car as Codrin drove me home. We held hands, which was sweet and evocative. The sex was over…for the night.

“I don’t want this to be a one-off,” he said. “I hope you don’t either.”

“I agree,” I said. “I think…no, I know we are made for each other. We fit. Does that make sense?”

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