It was a a quiet night at the house. The sun had not set long before and the stars were shining over head. The cooler night air implied the start of fall was not too far in the future. The whipperwill was no longer heard and while the chirping bugs and the few lonely frogs were still sounds of the late evening, they were much quieter than they had been during the heat of summer. A late afternoon shower had left the ground wet yet the pavement of the roads and driveways had received enough time to dry considerably.
She had arrived home long after the sunset. Her days and evenings were beyond full; a constant movement which helped keep her mind from her personal life; well, mostly. She opened the door and walked through the house, illuminating the various lamps and lights in different areas of the house. She made her way toward the bedroom, stepping quickly from her office attire. She settled into a tank top after removing her bra. She slipped a warm, comfortable hoodie over her head. She chose a pair of capri sweats from the shelf and tugged them before slipping her feet into the flip flops she kept under her bed; one of the two pair of go to shoes for the evening hours, the other being a pair of ballet flats.
She walked into the kitchen again, stopping to water the plants in the window and hanging in the corner from the ceiling. She filled a glass with water and quickly finished the contents. She then opened the fridge and pulled out an ice cold can which had been left from a previous visit with friends. She popped the top on the can, and almost inhaled the contents of the can. After her first long drink, she set the can on the counter and stepped through the back door to the porch. She stood there for a moment attempting to look at the stars through the foiliage of the trees. She left the door open but slid the screen door shut as she walked back to the counter to grab her can.
She looked at the couch waiting empty and alone in the livingroom and then glanced back at the door she had just returned from; the outdoor setting won her interest. She had thought about grabbing her phone but decided instead to leave in on the counter while she enjoyed the peaceful sounds of the outside and continued to focus on the stars shining beautifully above her head.
She had been so lost in looking at the stars and listening to the sounds around her while her memories had drifted across her mind like a movie; she had almost jumped out of her skin when something brushed against her throat. She dumped her can in the process and had almost succeeded in giving him a black eye. He sat back and laughed heartily as she struggled to catch her breath and clean up the mess she had made. She glared at him with a low rumbling growl under her breath. She then dropped what she was using to clean the table and jumped on top of him; luckily, he caught her. He flipped her around so she was seated across his lap rather than straddling it. He leaned her backward and kissed her soft, yet firm on the mouth. She melted in the kiss, in more ways than one as she felt herself begin to go wet. She pulled back from the kiss, and looked him in the eye. One of the best things about him, he never waivered in his gaze when their eyes met. Her breathe caught in her throat and her pulse quickened. She could feel the desire glaze her eyes as she leaned back in for another deep kiss. She hoped all she was thinking was conveyed in the action.
This time he broke from from her. She looked at him again, then slid from his lap. She stood up watching him while she did. She hesitated before stepping toward the door. He grabbed her hand to pull her back toward him as he stood. She fell into him and he engaged in another deep meaning lip lock as he grabbed her ass and pulled her into his arms and lifted her. She felt him set her on the top of the table where she had recently spilled her drink. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his hands found her back and hair to pull her closer. She again felt the desire deep in her abdomen as their bodies entertwined. She could feel his desire. She reached for the bottom of his shirt as he slid her shirt from her body and stepped back to look at her. She was always self conscious under his gaze yet there was something there that made her bold; she felt desired and attractive when he looked at her in that way. He leaned in again to trail his lips along her ear and neck as his hands slid behind her to undo her bra. She heard the small moans release from her lips and bit her bottom lip to keep silent.
Her hands soon found his bare torso. She adored the feel of his skin and the warmth of his bare chest to hers. His mouth continued is exploration of her body as he trailed down her chest and her stomach. She fought back against squirming and giggling as it tickled and concentrated instead on the erotic intensity of it. He made his way to the top of her jeans and tugged playfully at them with his teeth before trailing his way back to find her lips with his. Too soon into another deep kiss, he stopped to pick her up and carry her into the house.
While she welcomed the comfort of the couch where he initially stopped to continue his arousing of her senses, she had also enjoyed the thought of having him fill her with the stars bright over head. Sensibily, she thought she would likely not have been able to enjoy the interaction as much on the hard unpolished wooden table. The house was comfortable, he had dimmed some of the lights she had left on when she had walked outside. They were soon engaged in another kiss, during which she found the top of his jeans and worked to unbutton them while he did the same to hers. Too quick almost, he had her out of her jeans and in nothing but her panties while his jeans remained in place only open in the front. She slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers to caress him. His eyes turned to deep dark puddles of lust. He stripped her panties from her and quickly slid out of his jeans, leaving his boxers and socks in tact. Her body was screaming to feel him in her and next to her; craving to feel their bodies become one. Somehow he had given her what no other could give her in the past and that alone excited her.
He found her wet pussy with his mouth and brought her to the brink of an orgasm. He yet again pulled back and just stared at her nude body and the way she squirmed. He was taking an immense amount of time or so it seemed to her as she was ready for feel him enter her. He then leaned over and kissed her deeply and passionately, before scooping her up and carrying her to the bedroom. He carefully lowered her to the bed and stepped back while he finished undressing. As he stepped closesr she moved quickly to pull him into her mouth and afford him some of the pleasure he had recently bestowed upon her. She so enjoyed giving him pleasure in anyway. She could almost orgasm just from taking time to pleasure him. He soon stopped her, walked over to dim the lights and then lay down on the bed beside her, pulling her body closer to his. The warmth of his body was welcome to her, but more so the simple feeling of their bare skin next to each other was comforting. She enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms. His kiss was unlike any other and she could never get enough.
He continued to caress her as she did him. His kisses became deeper and more meaningful, almost hungry. She soon flipped herself on top of him as she could not stand another minute of not having him inside her. She straddled him for a moment, staring deeply into his eyes yet again. She leaned down slowly to kiss him and stopped moments before her lips touched his, her body waivering inches above him. She could feel his breath catch and could almost feel his pulse quicken. She liked knowing she had as much of an effect on him as he did on her as he didn't allow her to know it often.
As she leaned into the kiss, she lowered her body and slid back just enough to feel her own breath catch as he entered her.
It amazed her sometimes still how perfectly their bodies fit together, how smooth he could enter without guidance - unlike so many lovers she had previously. There was something other worldly about being with him. She tried not to over analyze the interactions and just enjoy them, but there was almost something magical about there intimacy. Sex with him wasn't just sex. Of course, there were times it was just sex; but most of the time, he met her and kept her on a different realm. The connection between them was as if their bodies and souls had known each other for long before this world. It was hard for her to just let him go between those times and not think about him or crave his presense. There was a part of her that felt empty with his absense. She tried to not come across clingy or needy - often failing miserably. She wasn't a needy girl. She was very independent and she enjoyed being so. She learned at an early age to be self sufficient and need no one. Yet, when he was not around or there was lack of communication, she literally felt as if part of her soul was missing; she felt hallow and empty. She had tried so hard to not allow emotions. Emotions were messy and worthless. Yet, she couldn't help the way she felt about him emotionally. She could not put those feelings into words for words did them no justice.