it was because I’d never really had a home, per se, because I traveled over forty weeks a year so nowhere actually felt like home. But whatever the reason, right now, maybe for the first time since I was a kid I felt like I was home.
After shutting the door, the click of the lock had my heart racing even faster. Olivia and I were alone. Alone in the same place that we’d finally consummated our relationship. I turned to her and what I saw in her eyes only amplified the intimacy of the moment. The closeness we shared was undeniable. Even my mom had said she’d seen it when we were in our own bubble.
I didn’t know who moved first, but without saying a word we closed the distance between us and our lips met. The kiss started out soft, almost tentative. Unlike the roaring fire of need burning in me, this kiss was a slow burn.
Kissing had always felt like a means to an end to me. I’d enjoyed the physical act, but it was usually because it led to something more.
It wasn’t like that with Olivia. With her, I lost myself in the connection. Our kissing was deeper than just the physical, I felt it deep in my soul.
When her lips parted, our tongues met and she moaned into my mouth as her hips rocked against me. I wrapped my right hand around the base of her neck and tilted her head back, giving me better access to the depths of her mouth. I held her in place as I poured all of the pent up passion and desire that had been building up in me like a pressure cooker without a release valve.
As our kiss deepened, my left hand slid down her body, over her hip, and along her outer thigh. When I touched bare skin, I slid back, gripping the back of her leg and lifting it up. The position brought her core in direct contact with my rock-hard erection, trapped behind its zippered prison.
Acting purely on animalistic urges, I bunched the material of her skirt up in my hands and pulled it up. Our kiss broke as she lifted her hands over her head. The motion caused her beautiful, full breasts to bounce sending my arousal spiking to red zone territory.
Dropping down to my knees, I tugged her panties down her legs. She reached out and held onto me to balance herself as she stepped out of them. Before she set her right foot down, I lifted her leg and placed it on my shoulder. Her sex glistened in front of me and I felt like a starving man seeing a juicy steak.
The last time we were together, I’d barely been able to participate. I’d relinquished the lead to her because I hadn’t been physically up to the task. But tonight was different. I was getting stronger every day.
Right that second, I was feeling no pain. I was pretty sure that had more to do with the adrenaline and arousal coursing through me than anything else. It turned out that sitting on the grass for an hour and a half was not the best thing for me after all. After the movie, on the short drive home, I’d been in considerable discomfort. But as soon as I’d seen Olivia walking in front of me, all of that had gone away. And now that I was on my knees between her legs, I felt like Superman. I was invincible.
I slid my hand up her thigh and ran my knuckles along her folds, teasing her. She took in a shaky breath and I flipped my hand over. With my middle and forefinger, I traced her tight opening. The tips of my digits intimately massaged her soft, dewy flesh. Up and down I easily slid along her arousal coated seam, her breaths growing shallower with each pass. I watched as her sex contracted with need.
As much as I loved exploring her by touch and sight, I wanted more. I needed to taste her. Using my finger, I parted her flesh and pressed an open mouth kiss to her delicate core.
The moment the tip of my tongue brushed over her swollen nub she shuddered against me. I licked and suckled her pleasure button as I pushed one, then two fingers into her tight passage. My tongue fluttered across her clit as my lips sealed over her in suctioning kisses.
“Oh yes…yes…right there…yes…don’t stop…yes…” she panted. Each word of encouragement