A Simple Action

A Simple Action:
It was a simple action that woke me. I had stretched my arms out above my head as I laid on my side, and felt my lover place his right hand on my hip. It was such a simple action, but one that spoke volumes about the two of us. I smiled softly and went to pull my arms down, but he had grabbed my wrists with his other hand and had pinned them. I pulled at them again and he whispered softly “No, I like feeling you like this, up against me.” He slowly slipped a finger inside the waistband of my shorts.

I could feel the smile spreading across his face as he placed a kiss on my neck and started sliding his finger along my bare skin. I grinned and tugged at my arms again; I felt him shake his head. ”I said no, dear.”

It was all I could do to resist and not rip my arms out of his hands. My mind was awhirl. We'd been through and done all kinds of things, but he hadn't ever done anything this before. His hand had kept it's teasing along the waistband of my shorts. Slowly arousing me, making me want to do something. Whether that action be to him or to myself, I couldn't discern. “How do you propose I do anything if you have me like this?”

For some reason, this question seemed to amuse him even further. “Dear, I don't propose that you do anything.” He nibbled on my ear and barely breathed the next words. “I want to do things to you.” He slipped his hand up my side, slowly sliding it underneath my top. He barely slid up a few centimeters before he stopped. “I.” He kissed the crevice between my jawbone and ear softly. “Want.” He placed a kiss a couple of inches further down along my neck, curving toward my back. “To.” A soft kiss along the side of the back of my neck made me quiver. “Make.” He slipped his hand a little further up my shirt. ”You.” He placed a kiss along the top of my shoulder. ”Moan.”

He rested his head against my shoulder, breathing ever so softly. He was calm, in control, and I don’t believe that I had ever wanted anyone that badly. I moaned softly and felt him smile up against my back. He kissed my shoulder blade, and loosened the grip he had on my wrists so that I could roll over and face him. The smile that he had on his face was so smug. Almost Like he was extremely proud of himself for reducing me to that state. I lunged forward and captured his lips in soul-searing kiss. He tightened the grip he had on my wrists back to its previous intensity as his tongue entered into my mouth. I was in heaven.

I was in shock; I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. As he kissed me, his free hand started to explore between us. It slipped back to its previous position on my stomach, sliding underneath my shirt, and proceeding to firmly grab my ass as he pulled me towards him. His erection was grinding against me, making me want him even more. I managed to gather my wits and whispered, “Honey, please fuck me now!” I was dripping wet, soaking through my shorts.

He grinned and replied, “Not yet.” He then slipped my shirt up over my head. I smiled and thought that he was just going to toss it over to the side, but he actually released my wrists after I promised not to do anything. He grabbed my old, worn t-shirt and started rubbing it up against my skin, stimulating my skin as he whispered soft nonsense into my ear. In all honesty, it could have been actual words, but I couldn’t make sense of them.

I had my fists firmly twisted into the sheets, and was arching my back. I was hoping that he’d actually place his hands on me instead of using the t-shirt. However, he surprised me by slipping one hand down to my shorts and just slipping them off. He seemed so surprised by the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. I don’t believe he let that interrupt his plans though. He just slipped the t-shirt down to my pussy and started rubbing me. I moaned loudly and he captured my nipple with his mouth, sucking on it gently. He was driving me to orgasm from the stimulation he was giving me. And the, he pushed aside the t-shirt. I guess he was as desperate to get to me as I was to get to him. He moved his mouth to suckle my other nipple, and his fingers finally slipped into me.

I groaned and broke my promise, my hands whirling into his hair. I started begging for him to fuck me. He moaned and slipped off his shorts. He positioned himself between my legs and slid into me. I had never felt such ecstasy. The combination of the situation and him finally penetrating pushed me over the edge. I felt my orgasm hit, the pleasure unfurling from my groin up through to my head and down into my toes. I looked into his eyes and saw the love and pleasure that must have been reflected from my own. I coiled my arms around him and rolled my hips up to meet his thrusts. My tempo increased to match his as our bodies acted out that most intimate act. I kissed him, softly at first, but it became more feverish as I felt another orgasm blossoming inside of me. He continued to thrust into me, our senses finally exploding when we reached climax.

Afterwards, he rested his forehead against mine, and whispered the three little words that I will never tire of hearing. I loved him so much, and I was so grateful for what he’d given me, the power of feeling unquestionably loved and attractive. And that, for any woman, is the greatest gift of all. We slowly drifted off to sleep in one another’s embrace.