It was almost more than he could stand when she folded her lips over him, moistening the skin, flicking her tongue down his length. She moved downwards agonisingly slowly. Each rhythmic stroke of her hand, followed by the pressure of her mouth, driving him mad with desire.
‘Emma,’ he said, his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp.
*
She didn’t flinch or alter her position. She wanted to be as close as she could be to every part of him. The salt slick that tainted her tongue was driving her crazy with lust. She was somewhere else in her head, a different person. One who wasn’t a sensible schoolteacher or a mum with several broken relationships behind her. She was the Emma she’d been before everything got messy – with the bonus of being eight years more experienced in the bedroom.
She took him further into her mouth, pulling back more urgently, increasing the pace until she felt him claw at her shoulders.
‘Emma… you have to stop… I cannot…’ he begged, his voice hoarse.
She withdrew, sitting back, looking at his erection. She had never seen someone so turned on, so hard. She had made him that way and that made her feel so special. She shimmied up the bed until her toes were at the bottom and her head was on the pillow.
*
She looked so perfect at that moment it stilled the intensity in him for a second. Her hair was fanned out on the bed clothes, her lithe body stretched out for him, only a small cotton triangle of underwear separating her from complete nakedness.
Her brown eyes held no innocence though and he knew just from looking at them what she longed for him to do. He lay down on the bed alongside her, his head next to hers, one elbow propping him up. With the flat of his hand, he began a path across her body. Brushing her nipple, moving over her ribs, the flat of her stomach and further down until he reached his target.
Thick fingers rolled her underwear downwards and he felt her arch herself to this movement, helping him remove the barrier. She shifted and he took off the underwear, pushing it off the bed. He sat up. Now he could see all of her.
*
He kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue while his fingers slipped inside her.
Instinctively she closed her eyes, needing to experience this with all her other senses. Touch, taste, smell…the scent of him was on her fingers, his warm breath heated up her cheeks as he kissed her, each kiss deeper, fuller, more intense. And as he caressed the inside of her mouth, his fingers were smoothing over her most intimate parts.
She let out a moan as he found the spot that made her go weak. With his thumb he started a circular motion that sent her nerves into a frenzy. With every pressure she was pulled higher, heading towards a heavenly pleasure she’d almost forgotten existed.
‘Guy… I want you. I want to feel you.’ She was so close to erupting already she wanted to share it with him when she did.
‘Not yet.’ It was almost a bark in response.
‘Guy,’ she begged. Her hands clutched the bed linen as she felt his fingers slip right inside her. And then they were gliding in and out of her, bumping against that sweet spot inside that had her gasping for release, begging for more but wanting it to end.
‘Let go,’ he willed.
‘No. I want you.’ She moved one hand to his head, swept her fingers into his hair.
‘I want to see you let go,’ he urged her.
She couldn’t hold on. His words were exciting her, tipping the balance, making the difference between control and free-fall. His thumb pressed firmer, his fingers rocked her faster and she came undone with a sound that startled even her.
*
He pressed the flat of his hand against her, feeling the pulsating throb of her orgasm as she caught her breath, her torso stretched and taut as the ecstasy flowed over her. Seeing her like this, his need intensified. She widened the gap between her legs as he moved over her, watching every slight motion of her body, the way she was wetting her lips with her tongue, blinking her eyes, expectant.
This was what he wanted. This was all he had ever wanted. The love of this woman. This pure, wholesome, good and natural love born so long ago and still as strong.