Sliding my panties down my legs and stepping out of them for easier access, he asked me to keep my heels on for now. I spread my legs wider, wanting him inside of me.
Soon he was tearing at his belt, trying to get his pants down. He couldn’t move fast enough, and needed his own moment of relief. We maneuvered so he could slide inside, and then lifting me up, he told me to wrap my legs around him.
My back was pressed to the door, and he was deep inside of me. Thrusting from below, my arms and legs tangled around his body, he worked up a good sweat before finally grunting and releasing his seed deep inside of me.
His hands cupped just below my bottom and thighs. After he came, he slowly released his grip, letting me find my balance on my feet once again. Our breathing was ragged, and my heart raced.
Together we sank to the floor, him still partially dressed, his shirt on, his pants and underwear shoved to his ankles, and me in my bra pushed over my breasts and in heels. We were quite a vision.
Slowly, I reached around and unhooked my bra, slipping it off and tossing it onto the floor. I laughed watching Austin kick his shoes off and shimmy out of his pants. After regaining our composure, he stripped off his shirt, and together we got up and headed into the bedroom.
“Keep the heels on,” he said. I smiled and followed behind him.
It felt funny walking down the hallway, naked and only in heels. There was something sexy about it, and for a moment I felt like a goddess knowing he wanted me.
Climbing onto the bed together, we snuggled in, holding one another. “It feels funny wearing shoes in bed,” I said.
“You can take them off if you get out of bed and walk around the room for me, just for a minute or so. I’ve missed your body,” he grinned.
I got off of the bed, and playfully swayed my hips while walking back and forth. I threw in a few poses, trying not to giggle as I did. Finally kicking the shoes off, I hopped back onto the bed and pressed my body to his. Austin pulled me in tightly, wrapping his body around mine. It’s as if he wanted every bit of our skin to be touching, and I wasn’t about to complain.
We made love again, tender and sweet, slow and rhythmic. There was something so beautiful between us, and I realized how different quick, hot sex and making love really are. We were connected, in sync, the feelings were powerful, and it wasn’t just lust – it felt like so much more.
His fingers brushed my hair away from my face, “I love you, Kate. I’m so glad we made it this far.” His words were sweet, and his eyes sincere.
“Me too,” I leaned in kissing his lips gently. I couldn’t get enough of him. I missed him so much.
“I want to spend every waking moment with you here, but after this weekend, I’m going to need a few days alone, okay?” He gently let me down; reminding me it would take some time for him to adjust.
I nodded, “Sure, of course. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. I just need to process some stuff, readjust to things again, but I don’t want you to think it has anything to do with you. I’ll need some alone time.”
“If you need anything,” I started.
“It will be fine. This wasn’t my first rodeo,” he reassured.
His hands slowly drew up and down my body, and we lazily spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. Our mouths would meet, we’d make love again, and then collapse into a heap on the covers, panting and smiling, only to snuggle in and nap. Waking up, we’d start all over again. It was like a fairytale, the connection we felt, the desire, the need…and he was home again, which was all I ever wanted.
“I’ll take you ring shopping tomorrow. I would have surprised you, but well, you know…” he grinned. “Then we have all afternoon to be naked again.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to, I mean I want to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“Obligated?” He laughed, “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Good! I’m glad you didn’t change your mind. It’s just, if it was in the heat of the moment, and you didn’t mean it…”
“Shhh,” he put his finger to my lips, “of course I meant it.”
His fingers found all of my favorite places, and as he moved them over my skin and pressed them inside, I’d gasp and get lost in the sensations all over again. I’d never felt so in tune with another person. Our bodies worked together beautifully, and it’s like we could sense what the other wanted or needing without saying a word. My hips arched up when the waves rushed through me, and once again I was worn from the activities. My energy had been pulled from me momentarily, and feeling sleeping I curled into Austin, thanking him for pleasuring me again.