Suddenly, I felt something warm on the nape of neck. A nuzzling mouth, gently sliding teeth and a wet tender tongue. It broke away and I moaned in disappointment. I was being turned and his mouth dipped down over mine, leaving me with a picture of his chocolate eyes, deep with desire and his longish dirty blond hair, falling in locks into his eyes which he shook away before he reached his lips to mine.
His tongue licked my lips, slowly, sensuously, inserting his tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth and slowly wrapped my arms around Michael. I felt his hardness growing, pushing against my pelvis almost painfully. I smile inside and break away, burying my face into Michaels chest, smelling a manly smell not quite masked by the smell of working in a hospital all day. His hands came around me, feeling my butt and sliding up my back, before coming to my hair and loosening it.
"Not here." I whispered, overcome with emotion. He nodded and lifted me gently, as if I weighed nothing at all and he walked me down to the hall, to my bedroom.
We walked to my bed, almost unsure. You smiled at me and reached for me, I came to you and you kissed me deeply, turning my legs to what seemed like jelly and you supported me, laying me gently on the bed with my legs hanging off before breaking away to unbutton my shirt with extreme clumsiness.
I pushed you away and quickly and proficiently unbuttoned my shirt while you stared at me unabashedly. I looked at you nervously and you picked me up again, placing me fully on the bed. You kneeled over me, bending down to kiss my upturned nose gently. I reached my hand, tangling them in you shirt while trying to unbutton it. Now it was my turn to be clumsy.
You put your hands over mine patiently and undid the buttons, pulling off the shirt and your undershirt, leaving your lithe torso and aroused nipples exposed. You laid down to my side, pulling me over onto you, you nipples and curly chest hair massaging and arousing my breasts through my satin and lace bra that you soon removed.
You pulled off my chino’s, pressing your hardness against my clit and I trembled. You pull off my underwear, leaving me naked. You pull away from me and position yourself until your mouth is at the opening to my unshaved jewel. You slowly lick up my thigh, trace the hair with your tongue, pressing gently but insistently. You part my lips with your tongue and insert your tongue into my pussy with a thrust, causing me to shake convulsively.
You continue to lick, now gently and I buck with pleasure, moaning and feeling incredibly wet. All to soon you trace your tongue up my stomach, around my bellybutton, up the underside of my breasts and suckle each nipple. I grab your hair, pushing you down, moving by instinct.
It is no longer enough. I reach down to your pants, unbuckling them and pulling them around your thighs, because I cannot reach any farther. You pull them off for me and I reach my hands into your boxers and run my fingers up and down its length.
I have never felt a cock before and I like it. Your head is thicker than the rest of the penis and I can feel your balls, like two jewels, hanging down. I tickle them and it is your turn to shake. I try to pull down your boxers but I cannot reach, so you do it for me.
You position yourself again so that your penis is at the same level of my clit and slowly you invade my pussy. I feel your head stretch my internal walls and slowly become harder and harder. You continue to push, your penis getting narrower after I have taken the head completely into my body.
You come to a wall, when you stop and try to pull out me. I wrap my legs around you, not allowing you to pull out, biting your shoulder to relieve the pain that ensues when you thrust through the wall, gently and slowly. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my breaths that had escalated through the sexual desire and pain.
“Joell… you’re a virgin.” He said, astonished “I didn’t mean to… I mean I thought you were… oh my god… I’ve never done that before.” He sounds upset and I block his further words with my mouth, trying to convey with my teeth and tongue that it didn’t matter.
“Was a virgin. The time was right.” I replied, slightly unsteadily. In the next room, the baby began to cry, jolting us out of our dreamlike state. I smiled at him, slipping my hand into his, smiling quietly and wondering what he sees.
Is my hair tumbled? My lips swollen with the pressure of another human? Do I appear windblown and lost?
He smiles back and hands me his large button up-shirt, slipping it over my slight shoulders, the shirts draping down to mid-arm. He takes my hand again and we journey the fifteen feet to calm the baby.
Michael never went home that night. We spent the night in my double bed, cuddled together with the young baby cradled between us. I woke to Michael cheerfully arriving, freshly showered and fully clothed with breakfast for me and a bottle for the baby.
