Welcome to Hell: Rediscovering First Love

His lips attacked mine more aggressively then softly. Hard then soft. My breathing quickened to a pace that I was nearly hyperventilating and my heart slammed hard against my chest. I was practically climbing his body. I was so desperate for him. His hands were hard against my ass, pressing into my skin. I was sure there would be permanent imprints for a while. We were standing on the streets of Hell making out for the world to see. Soon they would also see me going into Esther’s house but I didn’t give a damn.

The Harriet Mills of Hell could go fuck themselves. Let the whole town of Hell know that I had spent the night with Kerry McCoy. Nothing felt more right than being in his arms right now with his lips pressed against mine, his tongue wrestling with mine until he stopped. I moaned in protest which caused him to chuckle.

“Let’s go inside,” he suggested in a low growly tone.

Realization hit Kerry that we were putting on a show on his mother’s front porch. He unlocked the door fumbling like a nervous tee

nage boy. Finally the door burst open and he yanked me across the threshold holding tight to my hand. There was no alternative for me but to stumble along behind him.

In the living room, our jackets slid to the floor in haste to get to his bedroom. Still pulling me behind him. Down the carpeted hall, he opened the second door on the right. I was familiar with this room. His old room. Still the same. Nothing had changed. In his bedroom, same headboard, same chest of drawers painted white and stressed looking.

In the similar double bed where we had conceived Keegan Kerry sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me into his lap so that I straddled him, one knee one each side of his hips. I heard his shoes fly across the room, hit the wall and land with a thud. First one and then the other while his hands were sliding up and down my back like he just wanted to hold on for a bit. Then he hauled the sweater I was wearing over my head and tossed it carelessly to the floor. His eyes never leaving the swell of my breasts spilling over the cups of my purple and black push-up bra. Thank you Target. Who needs Victoria’s Secret?

My fingers trembled on the buttons of his shirt. Too many damned buttons. Several popped and flew across the room in my haste to get his shirt off him as he was kissing and nipping my neck. Finally. The last button undone I placed my hands on his shoulders celebrating in his skin beneath my fingertips. Our eyes locked on each other. The gaze intense and unbreakable filled with longing and heat. My fingers caressed his smooth taut skin causing him to take a breath sharply and hold it in his lungs.

My eyes dropped to my fingers. I slid his shirt down his back letting my fingers never lose touch with his skin until that particular piece of clothing was now tossed aside with my sweater on the carpeted floor. Only then did his breath release. He crushed me to his chest and bare skin touched bare skin causing him to groan into my mouth.

“Damn woman you feel good,” he growled the words.

Were we trying to recapture a past that should have remained where it was? Trying to find our misbegotten youth? Neither of us gave a damn for the moment. We wanted each other naked and loving if just for tonight. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. There was no turning back now. If he stopped what he was doing to my neck with his mouth, tongue and teeth I would die I just knew it but I would die happy in Kerry’s arms.

We were doing this without a care about the consequences. We didn’t think about what tomorrow would bring whether it be regret or dawning realization that we were meant to be together. Tonight, we needed each other and at that moment that was all this was about. The heat of the moment. The burning need to get the remainder of clothes off and make love.

“I’ve thought of you so many times just like this.” Kerry’s hands were hugging me tight to his chest then they were caressing my back gently sliding down towards my jeans encased ass. My breasts were flattened against his strong wall of chest. I found myself rocking against his crotch where his hard erection met my feminine center wanting release from the sweet pain he was causing.

“Kerry, I love you so damned much. I never stopped loving you and lord I’ve missed you.” I blurted the long kept, buried-not-too-deep-emotions. He stopped touching me but he still held me tight against him. His forehead dropped to my shoulder.

I had never stopped loving Kerry McCoy and every day of my life for the last seventeen years had been spent watching his daughter who looked so similar to him grow right before my eyes into the beautiful woman she was now. She reminded me every day of what I had lost when I lost him. She reminded me every day of what I loved most about him. She reminded me of what we could have had.

His hands were stilled on my ass. “I love you too. I’ve told you and I will tell you again until you believe me. Until you are with me permanently.” He raised his head. His eyes were full of the emotion that I knew were in mine. Raw need. Lust. Love. All the emotions that I felt. Sadness too. He kissed the tip of my nose. My forehead. My lips. His lips so soft against my face. “I love you Gabby with everything in me. So damned much. I just can’t believe how stupid we’ve been,” he whispered turning his face against my neck before his lips caressed where his breath had just warmed my skin. “I can’t believe how much time I’ve lost with you and Keegan because of my stupid pride.”

Kerry lifted me to my feet and stood. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles with a rough jerk of his hands. I kicked off my shoes and slung them off to the side with a shake of my feet. I stood there in front of him in nothing but my panties and bra but there was no vulnerability at my near nakedness. I was thirty-four now not the kid I had been when he last had seen me naked. He kissed my neck, then the top of my breast that was exposed by the push-up bra I was wearing, then my stomach.

As he worked his way down his rough hands were softly caressing my enflamed skin. My fingers wrapped themselves in the long hair at the nape of his neck as I held him to me. His mouth warm and moist on my bare skin where he touched me with intimately soft butterfly kisses driving me slowly to a cliff of insanity before shoving me over the edge.

God I thought if I die? Let it be here. Let it be right now because there was no better way to die than in Kerry McCoy’s arms. Kerry slid my panties down, his fingers like silk against my thighs. I kicked them aside with a flick of one leg until they rested on top of my jeans.

He gazed at me for a long time before he removed the remainder of his clothing building the anticipation. I watched him complete his undress and the sight of him made my breath catch in my throat. His cock thick and long just as I remembered. I had caressed it many times giving him many a hand job in our teenage years until he showed me how to use my mouth on him too. We had grown up together. Now where would we go from here?

I hadn’t felt passion this intense since loving him. I almost gasped out loud remembering a time when we were both young and in love and had gazed at each other with longing just as we were tonight. That night so long ago was when we had conceived Keegan in this room.

Then, we crashed on the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs. We couldn’t get close enough to satisfy the desire coursing through us like burning flames. He slipped my bra straps down releasing my breasts into his waiting hands. His mouth found my nipple and he sucked eagerly causing a pulling sensation in my lower stomach and an equally slow burn on my clit. My body was on fire wanting more of him. I wanted him buried deep inside me to my core.

I moaned deep in my throat holding his head to my breast while his mouth continued to work magic on my nipples. He licked his way down my stomach. Until he reached the soft patch of hair at the juncture of my thighs. Gently he forced my legs apart. A soft gasp of sound escaped from my mouth at the first touch of his intimate kiss at my hot, wet center. Nothing had changed. My body knew Kerry and Kerry knew what to do to my body to make it sing with desire.

Kerry slipped two fingers into my slick folds working me while his hot wet tongue found my hardened sensitive nub. My back arched off the bed while he continued to pleasure me with his fingers and his tongue until I thought I would lose my mind. My hands were twisting in the sheets trying to hold onto what little sanity I had left. I was getting so close to my sweet release. So close. His teeth grazed over my clit as he sucked it into his mouth pulling at it making me crazy with his own brand of magic on my hot, wet pussy.

“Oh hell yes,” I screamed. “Kerry, I’m almost there. Don’t you stop.”

He chuckled against my clit. “Just like when we were teenagers. You love it when I eat your pussy,” he growled.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. “Oh…ah…oh…hell….MAKE ME COME…yes... yes,” I screamed.

His tongue began rubbing up and down in long fast strokes against the hard nub of my clit while his fingers slid into and out of my wetness until my pussy vibrated with an explosion that rocked my head into his headboard as I tried to get away from him. I was so sensitive. My hand pushed his head away while I squealed in delight, allowing the pulsing pleasure in my clit to complete. My sweet satisfaction my relea

se. I couldn’t take anymore.

He laughed at me, deep in his chest. My legs closed. I rolled over on my stomach while my clit continued to throb almost painfully in my slick folds. Kerry slapped my ass playfully leaving a sting in his hand’s wake.