by M T Stone
A smile crosses my lips as I think about what an experience this is going to be for her. I suck the soft flesh of her neck between my lips and push through the resistance just as she asked. A loud cry is forced from her lips as I feel her juices gush over my rock-hard cock. It’s now moving more freely, so I continue deeper until I’m completely buried within her. I grip her tightly and hold the position as she continues to gasp and shudder. I struggle momentarily just to keep everything under control. The sensations running through my body are intense, and honestly, a bit overwhelming. For the first time in my entire life, I feel as if I’ve found home. This is where I truly belong.
She suddenly turns her head toward me, places her hand on my cheek, and kisses me hard. The hunger in her lips is an immediate confirmation that she is every bit as overwhelmed as me. Our lips devour one another, insatiably, unable to get enough. I begin to slowly move inside her, flexing my hips and causing moans to vibrate against my lips. I love everything about her—the taste of her lips, the heat radiating from her body, and especially the way we fit together. It’s as if we are two perfectly matched bodies who were made to be together. I break away from her kiss and move back to her neck, sucking her sensitive flesh back between my lips. Cries escape her lips as I begin to thrust more aggressively. I feel a surge of testosterone within me as I give her the full, deep strokes that I’ve always wanted to share with her. Even though this is far from the first time that I’ve had great sex, it’s definitely the first time I’ve truly made love. The passion, the intensity, and the raw emotions running through me burn with a fire that I’ve never known. I’m not thinking about what to do next, which position to try, or any of that bullshit. My focus is one hundred percent on making passionate love to the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, my soulmate, my Kayla.
The evening seems eternal, almost like time doesn’t exist or even matter. All that matters is that our bodies are energizing one another, stimulating one another, and she is literally blowing my mind. After taking her through another mind-bending orgasm, I join her. I plow deep into her, thrusting my seed as deeply as possible within her. It’s as if my body is claiming hers after all these years. It doesn’t matter who she has been with or what she has done in the past. From this moment on, she is mine.
“Oh, my God, Blake . . .” She stops in mid-sentence and gives me a blank stare. She fumbles for my lips and once again kisses me with the intensity of the first. I pull the blanket over us and settle into the kiss. We can’t stop kissing each other and my hands can’t stop exploring the curves of her body. It’s as if we are completely obsessed with one another and neither of us can get enough. She doesn’t say a word about what just happened between us. She simply showers me with constant kisses and genuine smiles. My mind briefly flashes back to all the time we spent together not having sex. I can’t help but chuckle. “What’s so funny?” she asks, pulling back and propping up on an elbow.
“I can’t believe it took us twenty-three years to do that,” I reply in utter amazement. “The first time you were out here was my twelfth birthday.” I shake my head, not able to reconcile the fact that we have denied one another for so many years.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, grabbing my chin and looking straight into my eyes. “That’s all in the past.” She claims my lips, softly this time, with light, sensual kisses. The look of adoration in her eyes is incredible. It’s like we are finally seeing each other for the first time, both realizing just how special we are to one another and how amazing we are together. We are definitely soulmates, and we fit together like a hand in a custom-made Italian leather glove. I can already feel my dick getting hard again.
Kayla
After completely rocking my world, Blake continues to massage my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs. I’m simply enjoying a state of extended bliss that I’ve never known while savoring the feel of his strong hands against my skin. The golden flicker of the fire only adds to the romance. Blake looks even more handsome than usual in this light.
“I worked up a thirst,” he says, breaking the silence. He leans back and grabs both glasses of champagne, handing one to me. “Here’s to an incredible night.” He gives me his most disarming boyish smirk.
“That was absolutely incredible,” I sigh, tipping the glass to my lips and taking a long drink. “I can’t believe I’ve never experienced that until now. I think I had three orgasms.”
“They usually show up in pairs, sometimes more if you’re lucky.” He gives me a kiss.
“You do that for women all the time, don’t you?” I ask, suddenly realizing that it’s nothing special for him.
“I have given my fair share of women their first orgasm,” he admits with a sheepish look. “But here, tonight, was the very first time I ever made love. This was not just sex—it was almost spiritual. It felt like my heart was going to burst.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling floods through my veins hearing his words. Intuitively, I knew that what we experienced was more than just physical. The years of tension that had been building between us had laid the foundation. The anguish of watching the revolving door of hot, young women coming and going for the past decade had provided additional fuel. But the tenderness in his touch, the passion in his kiss, and the way he moved inside me made it all come together in an incredibly climactic wave of passion. “I felt the same way,” I whisper, gliding my hand along the side of his masculine jaw. “Honestly, I’m kicking myself for being such a fool all of those years.”
“I knew you would beat yourself up over it,” he says with a wide smile. “I’m just glad you finally saw the light while we’re still in our prime.”
Our prime? The warning bells go off in my head and immediately, my biological clock begins ticking more loudly than ever. As a thirty-six-year-old woman, I had more or less given up on the idea of raising a family. What occurred here tonight, however, has changed everything. I suddenly want to get married, have kids, and live in the country. In other words, I want it all. Not only do I want it all, but I want it all with Blake Taylor.
He gives me a look, knowing exactly what is running through my mind. “You’re still in your prime. Don’t even think about the fact that you are in your mid-thirties. Neither of us looks our age.”
“I know. I thank God every day for great genes,” I reply, knowing his words are true. “I just worry about the fertility thing, and you know what they say about the risks of giving birth after forty.”
“Shh!” he says, pressing his finger to my lips. “Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight. We’ll have plenty of time to figure things out. For now, I just want you to know that I love you. I have always loved you and I always will love you. Even if you tend to overthink things.”
“I love you too.” I lean into him, pushing him onto his back. I snuggle onto his chest and giggle as I push my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “I can’t believe we’re finally here. I always loved this place. I’m so glad I decided to come out here today.”
“Me too,” he replies with a reflective look in his eyes. “I was starting to completely lose interest in my life. Everything seemed so unfulfilling and unrewarding. Constantly trying to please Dad and the other partners and trying to keep the underlings from getting their feathers ruffled all the time, I was about to snap . . . again.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here,” I tell him honestly. “I know you well enough to see when you’re about to hit your breaking point. Over the past couple of weeks, you were getting short with me and you were growing more distant. I knew it was coming.”
“I don’t want to live like that anymore,” he says with uncharacteristic emotion in his voice. “I’ve honestly begun to hate my father. I find myself cringing whenever I see him. He accepted the fact that neither of my brothers or my sister wanted to step into his shoes, but he basically ramrodded me into it.”
“And you’ve done a great job,” I reassure him. “You have the perfect personality for dealing with clients. You have a way of putting t
hem at ease and always finding a way to solve their problems. Your dad saw that in you at an early age and that’s why he wanted you to take over for him. He knows that you are better than Bill or Davis. That’s why he gets mad when you don’t want to step up and own them the way he did.”
“But they were his clients,” he says in protest. “I would like to work with a few high-tech clients who are changing the world, not a bunch of old industrial companies fighting over whether their gasket patent can be extended because they added a carbon fiber strand to the process. That shit could not be more fucking boring.”
“I know,” I reply, giving him several short kisses on the lips. “I’m sorry I led us off on this tangent. I was feeling too amazing, so I had to bring us back to reality with my overthinking again.”
“Well, I’m still rock hard, so there’s an easy solution.” He takes my hand and guides it down to his rock-hard shaft.
“I think we should do it in the shower. I feel a little sweaty and disgusting.”
“Hmm, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you while I’ve been in that shower.” A huge grin spreads across his face. “I’ll go get it warmed up.”
Blake gets up and strolls out of the room buck naked. The shades are drawn, the lights are turned down, and there isn’t anyone around. Besides, if I were him and had a cock like that, I would probably walk around naked too. I reach down between my legs and slide a finger between my lips. I’m already looking forward to feeling that big, beautiful thing back inside me.
Chapter 7
Blake
I snicker to myself after watching her eyes follow me the entire way out of the room. She’s right. I should’ve given her a taste of this long ago. I think back to a night in college where we drank a little too much and she ended up sleeping with me in the small twin bed in my dorm room. I’ll never forget wanting to make out with her that night, as I knew there was chemistry between us. I was thwarted once again, however, by the fact that she was passed out when I came to bed. We both had such a brutal hangover the next morning that she simply went home and neither of us ever brought it up again. She had just started dating some douche bag, so obviously, I never pursued anything more at the time. That’s a night I have always remembered though. Sleeping with her in my arms, I just knew we would be great together.
I turn on the dual shower heads and start the steam generator. It’s always nice to get things steamed up ahead of time. Not that we will have any issues generating steam of our own. I glance in the mirror as it begins to fog over and another figure enters from behind. “All right, you’re getting it nice and steamy for me,” she murmurs, slipping her arms around me from behind. “I don’t know how you stay in such good shape without working out,” she adds with jealousy dripping in her tone.
“Hey, I think you’ve seen just how many hip thrusts I’m capable of doing,” I joke. “Those are amazing for the abs.” I reach into the shower and turn off the steam, not wanting too much of a good thing. I step inside to test the water. “It’s perfect.” I reach back for her hand and coax her in to join me.
“Need some more ab work?” she asks, giving me a sideways glance.
“Whatever it takes to stay in shape.” I guide her under one of the shower heads and the warm water begins to tumble over us. I push her wet hair away from her face and simply take in her beautiful eyes. Without another word, I lock lips with her as I run my hands across her warm, wet skin. This has truly been a fantasy of mine. Whenever we had been out on the boat or the beach for the day, we would always come in and get cleaned up before dinner. We always used this bathroom because Mom didn’t want us dragging sand all through the house. I would let Kayla shower before me, and I could always smell her shampoo and body wash still lingering when I took mine. Between those scents and seeing her in a bikini all afternoon, it was more than enough to fuel a teenage boy’s imagination. Feeling a memory induced surge of testosterone, I back her up against the tile and kiss her with even more fervor while running my hand down her legs.
After a few seconds, she turns and pushes my back against the wall. “It’s my turn”, she says, dropping to her knees and taking my cock in her hand beneath the warm stream of the second shower head. “There are things that I’ve wanted to do to you too.”
My cock immediately becomes more rigid at the thought of what she might be thinking. She takes my swelling head into her mouth and begins stroking the underside of my balls with her fingers. After a few tongue strokes and sucking on the first few inches, her eyes turn up toward mine. By her expression, it seems that she is quickly realizing the magnitude of the feat that she has embarked upon. “Open wide and I’ll help you out,” I tease, placing my hand on the back of her head.
Her eyes close and in one smooth movement, she tightens the grip on my balls and swallows my entire length. She holds it there momentarily, noises emanating from her as she adapts to having me so deep in her throat. She then begins to move about halfway back before once again thrusting her lips to my groin. “Wow, that’s amazing,” I moan as she simultaneously manipulates my balls with a skilled hand. She has obviously learned to control her gag reflex. Oh, God . . . that feels so good, she’s practically making my toes curl. She pulls back and begins stoking me with her free hand while teasing my throbbing head with her tongue. Her other hand continues to massage my balls, proving that her incredible multitasking skills aren’t limited to an office environment. I’ve never had a blow job even come close to this. Once again, I find myself wondering just how long I’ll be able to maintain this level of intensity. I’m normally the one who’s in control, but it appears she’s attempting to turn the tables on me. It’s time for me to regain control.
“That’s absolutely amazing, but I’ve always wanted to fuck you in this shower,” I say, reaching down and lifting her back to her feet. “I don’t think I could last much longer.”
“I wanted to feel your hot load splashing against the back of my throat,” she says with a hint of disappointment.
“I promise, I will make that happen for you,” I say with a flicker of my eyebrows. “Right now, though, I want your hands up against the wall and I want to look down at that beautiful ass of yours while I fuck you from behind.”
“Really? You’re actually turned on by this big, white ass?” she asks, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “It’s not that skinny little teenage bikini ass that you remember so fondly. Maybe you could dim the lights a little more.”
“You were beautiful back then, but I honestly think you are even more beautiful now.” I snuggle up behind her, taking her in my arms and cupping her full breasts. “Real men appreciate curves,” I assure her while squeezing her breasts and nuzzling my cock between her ass cheeks. “I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”
“I appreciate you saying that, but I’m not sure that it could be true,” she retorts, glancing back with unbelieving eyes. “You’ve been with more than your share of beautiful women.”
“But you are the only one I’ve ever loved,” I whisper, pushing inside her once again. Her only comments now are coming in the form of moans. I squeeze her nipples between my fingers and begin to slowly fuck her in a way that I had always dreamed about. I kiss the back of her neck, tasting the salty water mixed with her natural fragrance. She moans softly with each stroke as I continue to tease her nipples and give her everything I have to offer.
I stand up, allowing the warm water to cascade across her upper back. I grip her hips firmly and increase the intensity of my long, full strokes. Her legs immediately begin to tremble and her arms buckle just a bit. I compensate by lifting her hips just slightly, stabilizing her wobbly knees. I feel another surge of hormones as I gaze down upon the curve of her back and the way it sweeps so smoothly into her beautiful, shapely ass. I’m honestly amazed that she thinks there is anything wrong with it. Grown women are supposed to have curves, and hers are stunning. The steam, the vision of her beauty, and the way my cock feels inside her tight pussy com
bine to send me into a state of utter euphoria. This is even better than anything I ever could have imagined. This is the definition of bliss.
Kayla
Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure sweeps over me. Each time, I feel as if my knees are going to buckle beneath me, but I’m caught up in Blake’s firm grip. There’s no escape from the intense pleasure that he continues to bestow upon me. Each time I feel like he may be getting close to a climax, he changes positions just slightly and takes me through another series of toe-curling contractions. My bottom has never been so excited, so sensitive, so responsive to the touch. I practically shudder each time his balls brush against my clit. It’s crazy and incredible at the same time.
“Oh, God, Blake,” I gasp, having nothing to say beyond those three words. I want him to know what I’m feeling inside, but there’s no way to describe it. “That feels amazing,” I add, hoping he will keep me suspended in this incredibly erotic state for a few minutes longer. My focus moves from my trembling knees down to my oversized feet. I try to force my heels down to keep my knees from buckling, something I do all the time in yoga class. I think Blake is right. This is one hell of a core workout. I push against the wall and arch my back, instantly feeling the water run down the center of my back and cascade over my ass. That’s just one more sensation that adds even more pleasure, as if this wasn’t already an overload of stimulation.
“I love this,” Blake grunts as I feel his grip tighten on my hips, sending another wave of pleasure through me. There’s something about being held in this position, unable to get away or change position when things get a little too intense. My knees begin to buckle again and my hands slip further down the wall. I reach for the stability of the shower bar, grasping onto it with both hands while Blake gives me the final full thrusts that lead to a climax of his own. He pushes all the way into me, and I can feel the pulse of his head deep inside me. My legs shake violently as the sensation causes me to have a final orgasm. This has to be some type of orgasm record. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve gone over the edge in the past hour and a half. Blake’s arms encircle me and he brings me back to an upright position, tightly nestled against him. “You’re amazing,” he whispers against my wet cheek. “Absolutely amazing.”
