With my cheeks finally nestled in his large palms, he looked me in the eyes with all the fierce intensity of his love for me making them his usual icy shade of blue with a storm of navy-colored lust brewing in them.
“I love you, Christine,” Lex said. “And, all of your dreams and more are about to come true. I will be by your side for every step of it that I can. But, for now, for this moment, before the others awaken and we have to meet them, no more talking, just kissing and touching. I want to make this count. In every moment I can’t hold you to me in the days to come, I want you to remember this moment, and to tremble wanting me.”
I nodded my head in consent, my teeth biting against one side of my bottom lip even as the sides of my mouth curled up into a grin. My breath accelerated, my pulse grew, and my body literally vibrated against his. Want, need, desire, love... all these words swirled in my mind, a fierce tempest, and yet all words, even for this writer, fell short of describing what I felt for him and from him.
He reached over me for a moment, pressing our bodies more firmly together until he could reach the zipper and release our bodies from the confines of the heavy quilted material. Thankfully, with my fuller figure and his bulging muscles, the sleeping bag given to us had been some camping thing in an extra-large size meant for couples. It had given the two of us a snug fit neither had complained about. Already naked, he looked me up and down.
I’d never tire of the sensation, the gentle crawl of heat over my skin that I got when he just looked at me. I guess I would more have to describe it as him devouring me with his eyes. I felt touched, and never in my life had I felt more beautiful, sexy, and desirable, than when he looked at me. My own eyes grew glassy for a second, tears forming from being overwhelmed, to witness the depth of his love for me apparent in his own brown eyes. My stomach gripped tight over all the emotions boiling there. My wetness grew, taking in the way our breaths were in sync with each other’s, especially with my hardened nipples just inches from his.
Knowing already how it felt to have all of his hard edges against my supple, rounded body, my breath finally caught. The moment, this blip in time that hung seemingly suspended between us, that moment of looking at your lover just before you actually make love, went on and on although I didn’t mind in the least. Eventually, he moved, and broke the trance, as he rolled me to my back and moved to kneeling beside me.
Moving to position himself between my greedily open legs, an invitation to take of me what he wanted, he only placed a gentle, maddening kiss on my mound. My hips jerked as I took in a large gulp of air, my lungs suddenly forcing me to do so due to oxygen deprivation. After a quick look up at me, he winked before bending to kiss one wet fold and then the other. Already swollen, already wet, this intense tease of his full lips inflamed my entire body, though he focused on only a small part of it.
His hands, like weights, pressed on my thighs, opening me up further to him. I felt so exposed, maybe something to do with the strangeness of our surroundings, my eyes coming in and out of focus on an autographed picture of some baseball player, still, despite that abrupt, strange to me sight, I closed my eyes tight to revel in the experience. Anything with him. I knew now that I would do anything for, anything with him. That was easy, given that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’d never ask of me what I couldn’t give.
His next kiss fell gently on my throbbing clit. Me pussy pulsed. My stomach clenched. I struggled for air while he kissed my folds, my hard nub, my eager opening again and again, leaving no spot of flesh between my thighs unloved. Just as the ache inside me grew to insanity, he replaced his lips with a finger, tracing over me, as if he were drawing a picture. He looked at me with such intensity that I believed he was imprinting this image of me permanently in his mind, to look back upon whenever he needed it.
When the rough pad of one of his fingers dropped to my clit, I cried out, a strangled sound that emanated from my chest only to hiss through my clenched teeth. Pulling back on the hood, his tongue coaxed the sensitive nub out, leaving me panting, on the precipice of orgasm, as his finger fell to my opening. Everything clenched, pulsed, in the throes of passion and excitement. My magic surged within me, sending a fierce electric current that rode just beneath my skin, head to toe. This had to be how the stars in the sky felt right before they exploded.
In one fluid rush of movement, his mouth moved up to cover mine. He swallowed up the next cry that escaped me. Only a tiny squeak had escaped before his lips pressed against mine fully. Still, the muffled sounds didn’t stop. His finger circled around my opening, again and again, the pressure intense, the sensations exasperating in the best possible sense of the word, as he toyed with me in such a loving and gentle manner that I thought I’d lose my mind.