We thought it would never happen (part 2)

A continuation of a fictional story from earlier in the year.

Where we finished in part 1:

I’m so unsure of myself but sure that I want to make her happy. No, more than happy. I want to make her feel amazing, not just for her but because I know that will make me feel likewise.

She has my pants undone now and she’s squeezing my arse through my underwear, running her hand around to the front and squeezing my shaft.

“So this is the trunk you promised,” she whispers, giggling.

“That’s what I was about to say my love,” I retort.

And then the inevitable problem arises….

And now part 2

In no circumstances can long trousers such as these be easily and smoothly removed. There is no graceful magic, the action does not amazingly pause and the pants come off as the camera pans to the candles on the bedside table as it would in a movie. No instead we wrestle them off like two frogs fighting in a sock. Pushing, contorting…coins fall from a pocket, bouncing loudly against the timber floor. I listen as one rolls away, interminably it seems.

“Well that was easy,” she says, pushing me down on my back and straddling my hips. A shake of my lioness’s long mane and she leans down and kisses me hard on the lips before sitting up and taking off her top and bra.

“You see, getting undressed is really not that hard,” she says, smiling wryly as I stare at her full breasts.

She pushes down, forcing them into my face and her crotch against mine. Thank god I wore my new trunks…the seams might have split on the old ones as I grow so incredibly hard, feeling her pressed against me and taking her nipple into my mouth.

Licking. Kissing. All across her breasts and then back to her lips and face.

She seems to enjoy this worshipping in kisses, and pins my hands above my head, our fingers intertwined.

“My lioness is going to get what she wants,” I whisper in her ear. “Whatever she wants.”

“I want you, my old oak tree,” she replies. “All of you.”

She reaches down and I feel her push my underwear down, and then the beautiful warm and wet of her by now pantless pussy against my skin.

“I’m all yours my love,” I say.

I free a hand, place it gently on her arched back, and we guide ourselves to be joined. I watch her eyes as I slowly slide inside her. I’m ecstatic but also concerned…I want this to feel right for her, I don’t want to disappoint.

Her eyes are alight, and a smile emerges on her face as we ease together, me slowly thrusting inside her. Her smile is mirrored by that on my face, and we kiss again.

We feel our bodies joined, as we thought may never actually happen. We adjust our speeds, and positions…increasing pace until it seems the race is about to be over, the precipice reached, and then easing back. Building up and the deconstructing, our hands roaming over each other, our lips and tongues entwined.

I roller onto her back, lift her legs and thrust…then she rolls me back over and rides me, my hands grasping her tits as she slides up and down on my cock. I slap her arse, hard enough to be felt, not hard enough to truly hurt.

We go on, and on, then take a break for quieter intimacy: our bodies pressed together, gazing at each other, kissing, caressing, exploring the surface of each other’s perspiring bodies with fingers, tongues, lips.

Inevitably, and joyously, we fuck again. The need is so strong, The way we tease each other, tease ourselves, waiting for release and denying it. And then, finally, we climb to the top and this time we can’t stop, won’t stop, don’t want to stop. Our bodies shudder again, as they have multiple times before, but never this strong or sustained.

The beauty and ecstasy of release.

The joy, only tinged with the loss of lovemaking.

We stay joined, we kiss, we slowly caress, and we hold each other.

“I’m so glad I found you,” I say. “You’re amazing in so many ways.”

“And I’m so glad I found you my love, I wouldn’t trade this for anything,” she replies, in a whisper.

She nuzzles back into me, just as she did earlier, we pull the sheet up over us. Sleep comes slowly, drifting in through a fog of passion and joy.

The pre-dawn is creeping into the sky outside, the stars begin to fade, but we remain bright as our breathing sends each other to sleep, encased in each other’s arms.

If only it could last forever.