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With her words something in me snapped. So, I did what I knew best, what I had always done and what she was now, after all this time asking from me. I loved her like never before.
I loved her in the delicate touches that came from the urge I was trying to contain. And I loved her in whispers that I was leaving on her skin along with little teasing bites. And as I was carefully trying to connect us, I loved her in all the silly awkwardness that usually comes with these things. And then, instead of me loving her, it was suddenly the other way around.
Her around me felt like a wonderland, which I never wanted to leave. The sync of our hips came with the breaths we took together and I could sense everything she wanted to say. Faster, slower, lips here, hands there. I already knew it by heart, which wasn ’t exactly a surprise.
I was never that experienced in these things, but with her it was coming so naturally. And just feeling her heart beat just as loud as mine, and hearing her breath hitch while I moved fast and hard, it was enough for me to know I wasn’t the only one enjoying this more than most people should. So, when she finally took the charge, there was no more of the sweet love making. We started with that, letting each other know what this between us actually was. But, now it was time for dirtier, kinkier, sexier.
It was time for the notorious Lydia Martin to show me what she got. And oh boy did she know what she was doing. Sitting on top of me, she pulled me up with the slightest move of her index finger. When I was finally in her reach a wicked smirk crossed her face and she bit my chest as hard as she could, all the while coordinating that with the circling movement of her hips.
At one moment she was unmistakably a sex goddess, but on the other hand while she was pulling all her best tricks
(not that I was complaining, which I wasn’t)
I realized that she was actually trying. She was trying so damn hard to make this good for me and she put all her energy and concentration in pleasing me that I don’t think she remembered to enjoy it any more.
Even though I love my orgasms, thank you very much, it wasn’t all about that. I didn’t want her to loose sight of comfort only because she was putting my needs first. Risking her wrath, I tried getting her to finally relax by tickling her sides as I moved in and out of her. It worked and she started laughing, but with a good note of annoyed anger that I could recognise from over the years.
I gently put my big arm all around her small back and slowly settled us on our sides. It was messy and she might have been a little bit confused, but when I took her face in my hands and kissed her with purpose, she understood that no other sort of satisfaction was more important than our love. So we slowed down a bit, lazily moving up and down with hands lost all around. It was so simple, but also exciting and special. The perfection of our first time wasn’t supposed to be in the hard, rough sex. It was in that feeling of happiness every time I did something that she particularly liked not because it would mean that I’m good at sex, but because loving her the way she deserves is everything that I have ever wanted.
As we were getting more comfortable with each other’s bodies, it gave us more freedom to be bolder in intimacy. One of Lydia’s hands was in my hair, scratching my head gently, but suddenly the other one sneaked up to cup one of my sensitive balls, carefully but skilfully playing with it. She was on the right path to making me come and she knew how to enjoy it by smiling into my collarbone. That’s why I decided to also tease back with hands, one of them found it’s way twirling her rock hard nipple around its fingers, but the other one casually slipped right to her pulsing clit.
As soon as I felt how eager she really was I picked up the pace again. It was way past time at least one of us climaxed and as usually for us, even this was a competition of who could love the other one faster. Except, during all of that sexing up, she never once stopped looking at me like I hung the stars. Which made me want to sing a lullaby to her, tucking her into our bed on a cold night, not spank her and make her call me ‘daddy’.
Making love was different than plain sex mostly in those smallest details. And one big. Love is the base for everything we do in life, but it’s absolutely necessary for what we were trying to do tonight. The comfort of each other’s touch, the small looks exchanged between old lovers and familiarit y that settled into every movement meant so much more than simple words could possibl y express. That’s why tonight, we were using a different language.
We were going into some kind of e cstasy, her nails digging harder into my shoulders like she kept asking for more. And there was nothing I would deny her. From our sides I rolled us over again, making sure I didn’t put too much weight on her small frame. When we were settled she needily tugged on my hair. I understood what she meant, I had tried so hard to make it longer, to enjoy it the best we could, but it was getting impossible. So I surrendered.
The friction between us rose to the maximum and the feel of her clenching around me was inexplicable. Matched with the passionate, but also tender kisses she kept drugging me with I had to let her know, I had to make her feel as good as I did. My lips found their way to her breasts, nipping and licking and molesting them in the worst possible way which she absolutely loved. By the pressure on my shoulders I knew she was getting closer and closer, but I wanted to give her even more. The need to satisfy her ruled over my body and for the time being my own pleasure was left somewhere in the back of my mind. Ever so slowly, I trailed my tongue from the centre of her breasts, over her right collar bone all the way to that soft spot just below her ear.
“I love you.” I spoke as gently and clearly as I could, grounding her with my hands while the rest of us moved insatiably. And that was all it took.
Her body started shaking uncontrollably and her sharp nails moved down my back leaving painful, but pleasurable burning lines. I could feel her calling out my name, but I couldn’t hear it. Her lips looked like she was screaming, but the sound was probably too high for my hears. And that made me proud. It made me so proud because she wasn’t calming down for minutes, so I decided to let go too. With a moan that seemed to loud comparing to her silent cries, I finally came inside her. Once, twice, three times in a bliss I never experienced before. And she was still shaking underneath me. We just couldn’t stop. Not that either of us even wanted to.