“Am I imagining this or did we find our old rhythm really easily? Like it was natural?” I ventured.
“That’s how it always was with us. It’s how we fit together. Do you think it’s that way with your first lover, for everyone?”
“I don’t think so. I can’t speak from experience, but if it felt like that the first time, nobody would ever break up with their first love,” I chuckled.
I didn’t miss the look she shot me. The one that said I had dumped her knowing how good it was and that I was an asshole for doing it. If I thought giving her some orgasms would erase my sins, I had been too optimistic. I could wait, I told myself. I could take it slow.
I leaned over and kissed her lower lip, questioning, trying to see if she would kiss me back, if she wanted to go for round two. My body was already stirring again for her. Apparently the refractory period was much shorter when it was with her. I stroked her face with the back of my fingers, trailed them down her neck and to her breast. Her nipple pebbled at my touch. I reached down and lifted her breast, dipped my head and sucked her nipple. I felt her respond. Her arms were around my neck and head, holding my mouth where she wanted it most. I loved this, loved when she let me know what pleased her so I could service her. Part of me wanted her to use me, to ride me and take her own pleasure, and I would revel in anything I could give her. God knew I owed it to her.
“I want you again,” I whispered against her tender skin, nipping lightly with my teeth.
“Oh God, Drew, I can’t. I shouldn’t,” she said, all the while clutching at my hair and grinding on my thigh.
“I won’t tell a soul,” I said. “Tell me your fantasy, what you’ve wanted me to do all these years. I’ll do it. Anything.”
“Anything?” she teased. I pressed my meaty thigh more firmly against her pussy, and she rode it mindlessly for a moment. “You know what I dream about? Fuck me like you used to, when we couldn’t make any noise, nothing between us but shadows,” she said.
I growled at the memory as it ran along my skin and set my teeth on edge. I knew just what she meant. In one movement, I sat up and pulled her up with me. I settled her knees on either side of me, her soft, pale thighs straddling me like the most welcoming thing I’d ever seen. She looped her arms around my neck and our lips met. It was like fireworks, like the most ferocious and tender union ever, fusing our mouths, our tongues, our very souls. Michelle rose up on her knees. I fondled her breasts, my big hands cupping them and my thumbs rubbing her sensitive nipples. I slid my hands down and gripped her by the hips, guided her down over the iron rod of my erection. I lowered her down the length of me, giving her a moment to adjust to the invasion. I knew I was big, and I didn’t want to give her a moment’s discomfort as she stretched to accommodate me. She shifted one knee a little wider and then sank down on me to the hilt with a sigh of satisfaction like a woman sinking into a warm bath. That sound did something to me, and I rocked against her. Inside of her, raw and slick and real, it was paradise.
In no time, our rhythm was red hot, a slow burn rock and thrust that ground my pelvic bone into her clit in the way that always made her explode so fast way back when. I kissed her lips, guided her back and forth on my cock as she rode me with abandon. We leaned our foreheads together, breathing heavily, and wrapped our arms around each other, fusing our bodies skin on skin, as close as two people could be. There was a powerful intimacy to making love like this—and that’s what it was. It was sexy as hell, but it was romantic kissing and soul gazing, and it moved something deep inside me.
When I felt her responses grow more frantic, as I felt her losing control in my arms, the almost-painful clenching of her pussy around my thrusting shaft giving away her extreme arousal, I covered her mouth with mine. We sealed our lips together, mouths open, tongues warring, trying to fight off the inevitable crisis. I was swallowing her sharp cries as she rocked against me, riding me hard. I loved this part, the keyed up, orgasmic fury of our coupling where we were trying not to scream because we couldn’t wake her father. Those had been the most intense orgasms of my life, the most intimately I was joined to Michelle, taking her very screams of ecstasy into my body to muffle them, protecting her, absorbing her cries just as my climax poured into her and she had to plunge her tongue in my mouth to quiet my roar. Panting, slick with sweat and sticky with sex, we were wrapped around each other, our mouths unwilling to surrender and allow us to be two beings once again. We fought against the forces that kept us apart, the laws that prevented me from pulling her completely inside of me and letting us become one.