We’d already made love, but I wanted her again. From the look in her eyes, she wanted me too.
Kissing her deeply, I let my lips tell her what she meant to me, not trusting my stupid mouth to articulate what I felt. I slowly pulled the sheets from her body and planted kisses down her neck and chest. Her skin was perfect, with lovely soft edges. I was used to stick figures with ripped muscles and no body fat. But Caitlyn had curves, softly rounded curves with warm, pillowy places. She was so delicious, I wanted to dive into her, but every time I thought to ravage her, I caught a glimpse of her eyes and met my muse.
I kissed her hip bone, and she flinched before bursting into laughter. Looking up her body, I lifted a brow. Laughter wasn’t something I was used to in the bedroom.
“Sorry. Your scruff is very tickly.”
She brought out the child in me, the carefree spirit that just wanted to run free and play. “Tickly, huh?” I tickled her again, this time between the thighs. She writhed with a hand over her mouth.
Then she was writhing for a different reason as my tongue found her center, stroking up her wet folds to circle her clit. Damn. I loved everything about her. The noises she made. Her scent. Her taste.
And then, to my great surprise and thrill, she took over, pulling away and pushing me down onto the bed until she straddled my waist. She was already reaching for me, holding my cock up to align with her sweet pussy when I had to stop her. Hell, we were barely able to handle our own lives, let alone the life of a child.
When I found another condom, she took control again, ripping the package open with her teeth. She plucked out the latex ring while stroking me with her soft hand, then bent down and kissed the dripping head. God, what an incredible thing — a kiss. A kiss to the part of me that wanted to tear her in two. She took tentative licks, watching me for a reaction. Hell, I reacted to every damn thing.
She grinned when she straightened and rolled the condom down my length before positioning herself on my cock. Then she was sliding down, her pussy muscles contracting, milking, as she stretched around me. Fuck. This girl was going to kill me.
When she was fully seated, I lifted my hands to grab her gorgeous tits, pulling her toward me until I could nibble. I loved the way each nipple pebbled in my mouth, the mewling sounds she made when I scraped them with my teeth.
Her face was exquisite, a mixture of pleasure and a little bit of discomfort, which unsettled me some. Before Caitlyn, that slight grimace of pain on a woman’s face would make the moment hotter, but seeing it on her face made me want to make sure she wasn’t hurt.
She wasn’t.
When she opened her eyes, desire burned inside and some kind of animal instinct took over. While I had intended to be slow, she had other ideas.
She began to pulse, grinding down on me, her fingers sinking into my chest. Our eyes connected, she drove me wild when she began to move up and down, her beautiful breasts bouncing with each movement.
On her face was complete and utter pleasure. I wanted to flip her over and take the wheel, but I let her ride as she wished. I was beginning to learn that I’d do anything for this woman. She felt amazing, so tight, so wet and so entirely the person my heart blossomed for. Every inch of this incredible woman was knitting into mine, and it was the most intoxicating feeling in the world.
I could tell that her body had reached her comfort zone because she started to ride me in earnest. Her slick pussy gripped my shaft and squeezed me exquisitely. I could do only so much to control my mounting need as my body met hers with fervent thrusts. I was aching to just pump inside of her. I let go of her waist and took her hands as she bounced up and down on my cock, which was starting to sear with overwhelming sensations.
I smoothed my hands along her back as she continued to meet my thrusts with her own. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped her by scooping her up into an embrace, panting in her ear.
“I’m going to come, love. You’re not ready yet, so give me a minute. I want you with me when we do this,” I said as I planted kisses on her sweet neck, which was glistening with a velvety sheen.
Still connected, I moved us until we were lying side by side, and draped her top leg over mine. She moaned low in her throat at the change in angle, and I thrust in deep and hard while taking her gorgeous mouth, kissing her with every feeling in my body. This had an unexpected effect on me. Each lashing of our tongues brought me closer to climax, and this time she was right there with me. Her legs closed in around me, her back arched and her face flushed red as she screamed out in a burst of sound and ecstasy. There she was… right there, like fireworks exploding all over me. I pumped hard and fast, losing control as my body took the reins.
God, it was everything. Everything in the universe was right here, right in this moment. I burst inside of her and prayed the condom would hold as I twitched and shuddered within her.
She kissed my sweat soaked face and kept her body wrapped around mine. Usually, when I was finished, I would pull out to see my guy still standing strong. But with Caitlyn, I wanted to stay in her for a moment longer. I didn’t want to lose the connection, so I remained inside of her as we regained our breath.
“Caitlyn, you are amazing, beyond the word.” I kissed her forehead. “Thank you, love.”
She smiled softly, her hand in mine.
“Wow,” she breathed, her breath warm on my face.
We showered again, soaping and exploring our nakedness together as we got ready to sleep. It had been such a long day, and both of us were fighting to stay awake. When we crawled into bed, she curled into me. I laughed at myself for worrying about what to wear in bed with her. Wearing nothing was working out great for us. Despite the horrible circumstances, tonight, in its own weird and awkward way, was perfect.
I drifted off to sleep easily, and she felt perfect in my arms. Sometime during the early morning hours, she bolted upright and screamed. Tears burst from her eyes, and she started heaving with heavy cries as she thrashed about.
Grief. It was a despicable monster. I gathered her up into my arms, holding and soothing her while she cried. “It’s okay, love. I know, it hurts.”
“She’s gone, I can’t believe she’s gone.” She was half asleep and struggling against the emotions attacking her.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m right here. You’re okay.”
She remained trapped between a nightmare and reality. “I want to see her. I don’t want to live without her.”
Night was always the hardest. I remember how lonely nights were at the boarding school, especially on remote holidays like Martin Luther King Day, when no one came to get me. I would be lying in my bed, one of the only kids left on campus, and I would just bolt up at night in tears, just like Caitlyn had done in my arms.