by Mary Potter
“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” Sarah asks. I look from the lazy lapping waves along the north shore. We walk arm in arm along the straights off China Beach.
“I’m here,” I say and sigh. “I love this place. I love the beach and the people. I love this moment, and if I went anywhere else, I’d miss out meeting you, Sarah.”
She looks at me with a shimmer in her eyes. Her feet stop moving, and I halt beside her. Sarah is a sight in the streetlight. The way her hair glows amber from the reflection reminds me of her angelic features.
We aren’t alone on the switchback boardwalk leading down to the rocky bluffs. Other lovers mingle around us. I see a few men and women smiling at us. Do they know this is our first date? Do they see further than we can? Perhaps they see where this wonderful moment will lead next. I have my mind on Sarah, my head in the clouds, and my eyes on her lips as she dabs at them with her pink tongue.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“I’m never at a loss for words,” Sarah says. “I make a living off words, and yet you take the words right out of my mouth. Who are you?” Her thin umber eyebrows furrow as she looks up at me. I feel her hands tighten on my arm. I love that physical contact. She has something to say and holds back. Or, as she said, I took away her words with my honesty.
SARAH
This man is not real. How can he be real? I need to feel something other than the euphoria that gives me shivers. My skin breaks out in chills. I feel them climb my neck and over my face. I’m wearing a quarter sleeve top with the mesh shoulder and sleeves. It’s easy to see my cleavage and my arms. I see Benjamin looking at my lips. His eyes fixed on my mouth. I think about his mouth. I want to know what it’s like, the texture of his lips. I need to feel the scrape of his whiskers on my cheeks.
“You are incredible.” I hear the words, and I realize they came from my mouth. They betray my inner filter. I know the hammering in my ears isn’t the surf on the rocks beyond the boardwalk, it’s the rhythm of my heart, and it is deafening.
“What are you thinking?” Benjamin asks.
Can he see the chills on my face and arms? Can he hear my heart hammering in my chest? I grip his arm and hold on tight, fretting I might fly off the planet. I take a breath, and the cool breeze on my upper lip and forehead tells me I’m hot. I’m burning up because Benjamin gave me a fever, and he’s the cure and the cause all at once.
“I’m thinking about how your lips taste. I’m thinking about what you look like with your shirt off. I’m thinking about the way your throat looks in the lamplight. I want to know how you feel pressed against me. And, I seriously can’t believe I just said all that out loud.” I’m mortified that I am being so honest with Benjamin. But it’s genuine and essential.
I feel him shift and lean into me. He faces me fully. Our heights put me with my head lifting up. I ache to kiss his mouth. He’s leaning against me. I know by the look in his eyes, he feels my aching nipples pressed against his chest. He can feel the erect nipples cutting through my bra and pushing into him. It’s as much as I feel his cock rubbing against my inner thigh. His big hands grip my upper arms. I’m staring into him. Benjamin is as deep as the ocean.
When Benjamin leans down, his chin scrapes my cheek barely as his lips hover close to my lips. He’s teasing me and testing me. I know Benjamin wants to kiss me, but he’s waiting because he’s a gentleman.
How long do I wait? How long can I stand being that close to him, our mouths so close, I feel his sweet breath wash over me. It is as if we’re one piece split in half, and all I want is to be whole again. I cannot hold back anymore. My lips part as my thighs burn.
When our lips touch, his tongue, hot, moist, probes my mouth. I feel his erection. A smooth mound pressed against my thigh. He’s careful not to poke me with it directly, not trying to be too obvious. I can’t take my mind off him. Our mouths part, his tongue’s inside my mouth. What I feel is like the world opening before me. His arms are my entire life, enveloping me, encasing me in safety and warmth. I feel as if I’m nothing without him. If I can’t have all of Benjamin right here and now, I will cease to exist.
“I want you.” His words fall around his tongue, dancing in my mouth.
“Oh, yes.” It’s breathy and hot. A sweet sensation like a tingle that hastens through me, I am in his arms, and we are one again, two parts whole again, forever. “Take me.”
Chapter 5
BENJAMIN
It is impossible to comprehend how long I’ve gone without Sarah in my life. How is it possible that I existed without her? I know at that moment when my body grows taut, and she is against me, my hands gripping her upper arms, that I need her more than I need anything else, more than life, for I am nothing if Sarah isn’t part of me.
My cock aches because it has managed to swell in my underwear to the point of uncomfortable pinching. I haven’t had a thick erection with so much force since I was a teen and sneaking kisses in girlfriends’ houses behind parents’ backs. Now I am a virile and feral animal, and she is my everything. When I hear those words from her, I know Sarah needs to feel me as much as I want her. I move my hips a little, and she gives me a mischievous grin.
“Did I do that?” she asks. I can’t help but reach down and make an open adjustment. We’re alone for the moment, the lovers moving away or too far to see what I’m doing.
I feel Sarah’s hand over my hand. She has a look on her face that tells me she wants more than to just feel my cock through the layers of clothes. I have on slacks, my boxer-briefs secure me, but it is a prominent bulge. When Sarah’s fingers caress the outside of my pants, managing to grip my cock through the material lightly, I know she feels it flex wantonly in her palm. Sarah bites her bottom lip. Her body trembles. She kisses me again. Her hand traces the length of my cock through the slacks. I need her to feel all of my heavy cock. Sarah needs to know what she’s done to me.
“Come home with me,” I whisper. We break the kiss. It’s in Sarah’s eyes before I see her nod. Sarah knows what happens next, and she wants it as much as I do.
SARAH
It is impossible to resist, impossible to say ‘no.’ I’ve had a few cocks in my hands before. I’ve had more in my mouth than between my thighs. There is something extraordinarily satisfying standing against Benjamin. I feel him tense. I’ve made his cock grow, and it’s as if he’s ten feet tall. I feel him through the material. He’s massive; he’s struggling with its length contained—for the moment—inside. But I need him. I need him in my mouth and between my legs. When he asks me to go home with him, I don’t say ‘no,’ because my body and my eyes already say, ‘yes.’
The drive to the apartment probably only takes a few minutes, but it seems to take forever. It has to do with both of us wanting more than just our company together. We want our bodies against each other. The longer we have to wait, the harder it is for me. I feel that hot, slick sensation between my legs during the ride. I knew since I saw Benjamin make that adjustment, I wanted to show solidarity.
I reach between my legs as he drives. I run my fingers along the inseam. I feel the intense tingling through the tight fabric against my pussy lips. I need my fingers inside me, or something more significant, more substantial. I know Benjamin is concentrating on the road while I feel his right hand stroking my thigh. He cups my hand under his fingers and feels me teasing my pussy through the clothes.
His fingers replace mine. I encourage him to touch my puss through the clothes. I look at his body, rigid in the driver’s seat. I want to feel him against me. I have to wait. I know it’s worth the delay.
Benjamin lives in a studio apartment in the Sunset District. It’s small and clean. I don’t know if he expected company tonight, but Benjamin is orderly, and the place has a pleasant linen smell.
We barely make it inside when I need Benjamin’s mouth on mine again. Behind closed doors, we tear at each others clothes. I feel him pull at his shirttails as I undo his buttons. I’m too sl
ow, and as Benjamin’s teeth tug at my bottom lip, he rips open the shirt. I hear buttons bouncing around the wooden floorboards. He snickers, and I laugh.
I run my hands over his bare chest. He’s lean and muscular. His pecs are tight, and his nipples sharp as razors under my thumbs.
Benjamin’s mouth on my neck makes my legs wobbly. His hands reach around my back, and as his tongue slips deeper into my mouth, his hands roughly caress my ample ass cheeks. I feel him guiding me through the apartment backward in the dark. It’s too dark to see, and I’m caught up in Benjamin’s mouth, his hands, and his incredible body to care if he guides me to a bed or off the edge of a cliff. If I fall into the roiling surf, as long as Benjamin’s with me, I’ll go willingly.
Chapter 6
BENJAMIN
There is something impossibly exquisite when a woman knows what she wants. Sarah comes off as a little distant. At least, that’s what I saw in the club. She is amazing. She’s smart and sexy, and when I lay her down on my bed in the dark, I feel she’s ready to have all of me.
“You want me?” I ask. I break the kiss but not the spell she has over me. I’m hovering over her with a knee tight against her pussy. I feel the heat and her thighs press against my leg as I kneel on the bed over her.
“I need you,” Sarah says. It sounds far away like she’s slipping into a place where only she and I can go. Sarah is grinding against my leg as I sit up to undo the button on my slacks. I see her eyes sparkling in the dark, her glistening lips as she sees me undo the zipper.
Sarah reaches to undo her pants. I gently press my hands over hers to stop her. I want her to see me. I want to show her what she’s done to me. I pull my knee from between her thighs. There is just enough light through the open window from the streetlamp outside my bedroom window. I know she sees me step out of my shoes, slither out of my pants, and pull off my socks. I am before her, a manly specimen in the shadows. I am her fantasy come to life. I see it on her face. I hear it in her muted whimpers when she sees more of me. I reach into my black boxer-briefs and wrap my hand around my throbbing cock. I want her to see its thickness and length. Sarah needs to know what she’s done to me.
SARAH
There is something so masculine and erotic about Benjamin standing a few feet from me. He’s watching me lying on his bedsheets. He’s watching me wiggle and squirm because I want to touch that thick cock in his right hand. It’s big and springs outward the moment it’s free of the material, like a wild thing, untamable. He’s stroking it, watching me. He pulls off his underwear finally and steps out of them.
I sit up and flip my hair away from my face, strands cling to my mouth as Benjamin approaches to kiss me. I feel his tongue in my mouth again. He gently pulls at the strands of hair. I reach out and find his cock in the dark. It is large and heavy in my hands. I use two hands, one underneath and the other around his shaft to guide him closer. I dart my tongue against the tip, teasing him, tasting him before I hear his moans as I take him in my mouth.
He is like a living sculpture. I run my hands over his hips around his ass. His cock in my mouth, like a pulsing treat. Benjamin pulls free and kisses my mouth hard. His fingers pull at the tab of my zipper. My pants slide off before I can take off my shirt. My panties are soaked. Benjamin pushes me back against the mattress roughly. My back arches as I feel his whiskers graze my thighs. It’s the feeling I wanted, and once I hear his moans as he nuzzles my pussy through the thin material, I know I need Benjamin inside and in my life forever.
Benjamin breathes in my scent and growls. I feel that an unbelievable tongue is probing the fabric of my panties. It lasts seconds but much too long for me. He finally pulls at the edges of the panties. I can’t stand the constraints of my top. I wriggle out of it as I lift my hips. Benjamin’s mouth kisses my thighs. His tongue works magic on me as I lay back against the bed, staring at the passing lights on the ceiling from the cars outside a few stories below us. Benjamin’s fingers dance upward over my belly. They find the clasp of my bra between my tits. He releases me, and I am drowning, close to an unbelievable orgasm. His tongue, teeth, and lips are touching me, testing me, tasting me. His fingers caress my breasts.
His fingertips tweak and pull at my aching and erect nipples. There is a building eruption inside me. An immense pleasure that makes me cry out. He finds my spot so quickly. It’s as if he knows every part of me. His fingers pull at my nipples, and his mouth works magic on my clit and inside me.
“Right there,” I say.
His response is electric. Fingertips squeezing each of my nipples, his tongue flicking me, I feel his back arching, and my hands grasp each side of his head. I need this. I need this intensity to release from me finally. I need him to use that tongue to make me cum so hard that I know Benjamin feels it in his mouth.
I cry out.
Chapter 7
BENJAMIN
Sarah is a woman unlike anyone I’ve met before. Her amazing body and the unbelievable taste is something I will never be able to live without again. The soft amber patch of fur between her legs tickles my nose. I feel her whole body tremble with my mouth between her legs. Her fingernails scrape against the sides of my face. As her waves of orgasm subside, I feel Sarah gently tugging my head up. I look at her face, a soft angelic face between her beautiful big breasts. Her nipples are like two circular steep, dark peaks on the top of soft, round mountains.
As Sarah guides me up between her breasts, my tongue and lips find a nipple in the dark. I feel her shudder. The aftershock of her first orgasm makes her pulse against me. Her fingers trace down my naked body. I feel her digit run over the tip of my cock. She lifts her hand and savors her finger before my mouth presses against her. Finger or not, I need my mouth on her mouth. I smell her scent, taste myself, and her tongue.
When her tongue rolls over mine, I feel Sarah breathe in, taking all of my breath.
“I need you,” I say. My mouth against hers, and I look into Sarah’s eyes.
“I want you inside me,” Sarah whispers.
“You sure?” I ask.
Her eyes shimmer, Sarah nods slightly. I feel her hand again on my shaft. She’s guiding me inside her, and I watch her face. I scrutinize her, and I want to cherish her because I know from that moment forward, we will join together forever.
SARAH
How did I exist so long without Benjamin in my life? How could I live without feeling him inside me? I am part of him, joined at the hips. I feel him so big and deep inside me. It is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and I lift my legs to pull Benjamin as deep inside me as possible. He is a thick, huge man, and I can feel every loving inch of him. I hear his short breaths. I see his face severe and loving in the dark.
“I need you,” he says again. His words are so perfect, so loving, that I imagine him and me together forever, riding that wave of pleasure to the ends of the earth and back again. The orgasm makes me scream out. Benjamin doesn’t stop, sensing precisely what I need as he presses deeper, making my orgasm last and erupt again before it can subside entirely.
I feel his pulse. That unmistakable sense of a man ready to cum makes me squeeze his cock with my muscles. I hold him. I sense him bracing against me.
“Yes,” I say. I need Benjamin inside me forever. Before I can catch my breath, I cry out because my orgasm comes again as soon as Benjamin’s cock flexes inside me. I hear him moan, and I feel that moan resonate through me. I know as Benjamin kisses me tenderly that I am in love.
“I think you are amazing,” he says. He shifts slightly, and I hold him.
“Please, just a little longer,” I say.
Benjamin smiles at me in the dark. I feel his hand brush away the strands of hair clinging to my sweaty face. His upper body raises but stays inside me. I feel him and watch him. Benjamin is a man who knows how to take care of a woman and understands me enough to make me cum more times than I can count.
“I need you,” he says.
“I need you too,” I reply, because
I know that what we have found together this night is a once in a lifetime experience. I’m glad I never wrote that article. If that band had performed, I’d never have met Benjamin.
“Stay with me,” he whispers.
I know it has more meaning than just for the night.
“Of course,” I say.
Chapter 8
BENJAMIN
There is something to be said about remembering intense sex. Before Sarah, I had no idea how good it was, and I know without her, I won’t have it again. I wake with her in my arms. Sarah sleeps with her head against my chest, her hand on my stomach. She is a dream come alive, and I hold her naked form against me. I breathe in the scent of her hair. I love the morning after better than the night before. It isn’t a fantasy, Sarah exists, and I cradle her in my arms. I kiss her forehead lightly and see the sun creeping higher across the city outside my bedroom window.
“Good morning,” Sarah says. She moves in my arms, turns to lay her head on the pillow beside me. The sheets drop below her breasts. Her beautiful milky skin and crimson areolas make my cock come alive again. Sarah looks around and takes in my bedroom. She sees the domesticated part of me.
“Do you want breakfast?” I ask.
“I should get going.” There is a tremor of doubt in her voice. I worry she feels her experience last night is a mistake.
“I don’t know how to make you feel comfortable,” I say. It comes out of me as soon as I think it. I sit up in bed, watching her. “Last night was adventurous and fun.”
