I've done this before, I reassured myself, but the words felt false. I wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Bringing my mouth to hers, I angled my head so my tongue could fully penetrate her mouth. She made a deep sound of approval, her tongue meeting my own to twist and tangle as her pelvis thrust upward onto my throbbing cock, and her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I grunted at the delicious impact and broke from her mouth, trailing my lips down her throat and licking at her hardened nipples, first one and then the other. I rubbed and bit softly and then soothed with my tongue until she went wild beneath me, gasping and pressing her body into mine.
"Kira," I moaned. I wanted to worship her. Every secret spot, every sensitive valley, each tender curve. Flipping her over as she mewled softly, I kissed down her spine, inhaling the feminine scent of her skin, breathing her in. I licked the tiny dimples above her buttocks, feathered my lips over her ass cheeks and down to the backs of her knees and up again. I'd lost all control, surrendered completely to the dictates of my body. The sounds she made had me wild with want, desperate with love for the sweet, sexy little witch beneath me.
"Kira," I whispered again.
Flipping her over once more, I moved my hands over her body, stroking, shaping, molding as she arched up, offering herself to me. I leaned down and kissed the inside of one thigh as her hands again raked through my hair. "Please," she gasped as I brought my tongue to her swollen clit and licked around it, my body growing even hotter and harder at her sounds of pleasure. I couldn't take it any longer. I was going to orgasm without even being inside her, and I desperately wanted to cover her body with my own, to sink inside, to pump and thrust into her hot, slippery softness. Settling my weight on top, I rolled my pelvis over hers, my cock aching with need.
Kira gripped my shoulders, a look of pure desperation on her face. "Please," she said again, her voice raw.
"Yes," was all I could manage, my mouth returning to hers, our kiss wild as her hands stroked my arms, my back, my chest, seeming to be everywhere. Yes, yes, yes. Somewhere in the recesses of my muddled brain, I thought, what is this? If this is lovemaking, then I've never done it before. If this is lust, then I've only experienced the lukewarm version of it. This, this was like dancing with lightning—making love with a woman I loved. I pulled back only momentarily to look into her eyes as her hands gripped my shoulders and I entered her. She blinked up at me, her expression a delightful mixture of lust, perplexity, and impatience.
"Kira," I murmured again, pressing myself inside her. It seemed my entire vocabulary had been reduced to that one word. Her body was warm and wet and soft, but so tight I could barely fit myself inside. I gasped out a groan, shaking for control, as I pressed just a little bit farther inside. She lifted toward me as if I were going too slowly for her, and despite my desperate need, a smile tugged at my lips.
My God, she's enchanting.
My God, she's mine.
I entered her a fraction more and Kira let out a small whimper, wrapping her legs around my hips. I pressed deeper, finally sinking all the way inside her on one final thrust. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she let out a small sigh. Her gaze met mine again as I started moving, and the intimacy of staring into her eyes while I was joined with her became almost too much to bear. Her breath was coming faster and faster, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust, and I struggled to hold back the pleasure that swirled through my abdomen, drawing my balls up tight, prickling my skin. God, it felt so good it almost hurt.
I vaguely heard myself whisper words to her that were not words, but merely emotions put into sound—they were disjointed, raw, and they came from the very deepest part of my heart.