18 March 2007

Catch Me Off Guard

I woke up first the morning after the concert. Jefferson and I hadn't gotten in until after 3, but at 10 the next morning, I woke up sweating. Jefferson's place is already a sauna, but he just creates an unbelievable amount of body heat when he sleeps, and I just don't sleep well when I'm too hot. I got up and popped open both windows but couldn't settle back into sleep.

I grabbed my book and read until I was drowsy again. Putting it down, I cuddled into Jefferson, stirring him in the process.

"Good morning," Jefferson smiled, kissing me.
"Morning" I replied, kissing him back.

My hand instinctively went to the back of his head, drawing him closer to me. His body curved into mine and I wrapped my leg around his waist. I felt my pussy dampen in anticipation while Jefferson's cock grew hard against me. My hands ran through his hair, craving the closeness of his flesh against mine.

His arms wrapped tightly around me; I melted.

I rolled onto my back, pulling him with me.

"Oh we're going this way now?"
"Mmmhmm," I giggled, kissing him.

He settled between my legs and my ankles locked around his waist as my hands ran over the soft contours of his body.

Our eyes, heavy and hazy with lust, met while we kissed.

My palm caressed Jefferson's cheek as I smiled in his kiss.

He pulled back, gazing at me, gently thumbing my cheek.

"You look so happy."
"You have that effect on me," I replied, blushing.

He kissed my cheek in response and kept kissing until he took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned and sighed, grinding my pussy against his cock as the heat between my legs increased.

Jefferson grabbed for a condom and rolled it on, pushing gently into me.

My eyes closed and I moaned; my natural response upon first entry. That’s really my favorite moment. I love the feeling of a hard cock penetrating my tight pussy and suddenly feeling so filled. It’s just pure ecstasy.

“I love the face you make when I first enter you,” Jefferson mentioned.
“It’s the best baby,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his back.

We made love in the best ways we know how. He held me tightly as our hips rocked in a steady rhythm. Our lips sought each other out; our eyes persistently peering into the one another's.

Sweat formed as we shared heat between us. More sweat formed as my body shuddered, coming again and again.

The passion between us rose as Jefferson threw my legs over his shoulders and fucked me hard. My fingernails dug into his skin as he made me cum. My entire body shook and trembled as I cried out. He leaned down to kiss me while the last of my moans escaped my throat.

We made love. We cuddled. We fucked. We napped. We took a lunch break. We returned straight to bed. We fucked some more.

Exhausted, our bodies lay strewn together, depleted of sweat and cum.

My head rested in the crook of Jefferson's arm as we gazed at one another. His fingers caressed my face so gently as he looked at me with such tenderness. I smiled and blushed. I knew what he was thinking, looking at me like that.

"I love you," he said aloud.
"I love you, too" I automatically replied, having been caught off guard.

He never says that!

I grinned and kissed his cheek.

"I love you too."


2 comments:

sinclair said...

I really don't want to butt in here -- really, I don't, I as a rule don't make commentary on people's lives unless they really ask me to, which is probably why I rarely comment on our circle-of-friends sex blog community, because it's all so personal, even though that's kind of what we all do, isn't it, ask others to comment? -- but I'm just ... feeling protective of you after this post.

I know I don't really know what's going on between you two, and only the two people in it really know, anyway, nor do I know you or him very well ... but it just appears to me that you're really into him, and this makes me worry. I am sure on some level he totally means that he loves you, and honestly I was really moved by your description of the events and how sweet it all was, but I question the depth of the meaning here ...

gah. I feel like I'm sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong, so forgive me. I just think you're neat and I saw how much hurt he caused you before and I am disappointed by his actions a little and I don't think he's being very responsible. I hate to see you in the crossfire.

I guess I just want to say, be cautious? & take care. xo

Avah said...

You're very sweet Sinclair.

I know Jefferson loves me. Even though he doesn't say it first (even though I've asked him to), I know from the way he looks at me that he does love me.

Do I love him more than he loves me? Probably. But I'm a romantic that wants to love deep and love forever. I also have no problems constantly telling the man I love that I love them.

I'm just digging myself further in the hole though, aren't I?