He softly lifted
her off his arm, and began to stroke her body.
His hands were warn and made her skin tingle. Once more, his mouth moved down her torso,
slowly, tantalisingly, and reached her pussy.
His tongue moved into body. Her
whole self had shrunk down to just this exquisite, almost unbearable bliss. It seemed an age and also far too short a
time until waves of pleasure moved out from her groin through her body, intense
pleasure, so strong it was kin to pain.
But she knew the difference. She
knew pain. This was new. This was ecstasy. This was something she had never experienced
before.
Keith held her
close until she had stopped shaking.
Then he lifted his head from her body and looked at her, his face
shining with triumph and pleasure and gladness.
He cradled her in
his arms and she rested her head on his chest. She could hear the solid
reassuring thump of his heart. Her head
rose and fell with each breath he took.
I shall never be happier, she thought. Already she was locking away her memories
deep in her heart. She didn’t trust that
her happiness would last. It never had
before. After a while, he said to her,
“now you must do me.”
She coloured. She hadn’t thought of that. She’d assumed—she didn’t know what.
“Here!” he said,
giving her a bottle of lube. “Squirt
some on me, and then put your hand round me.”
She did as he said,
glad of his guidance.
“Now move your
hand up and down,” he suggested.
The yellow of the
street lights illuminated his body. She
would never forget that oddly coloured half-light of his bedroom, of their
first time together. For her it would
always have something other-worldly and fantastical about it.
“Kiss me,” he said,
his voice warm. She could tell he was
smiling.
She could taste
herself on his mouth.
She quickly got
the hang of it. In a few moments, he
went rigid under her and growled, and jism splashed across his stomach.
“That was …
lovely,” he said, wiping himself down with the trunks he’d been wearing.
Too shy to speak,
she burrowed her head into the curve of his neck.
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