Just the Beginning

This is a true depic­tion of an encounter that hap­pened not long ago between me and a very spe­cial lady. She and I col­lab­o­rated in pre­serv­ing the expe­ri­ence like a post­card to our­selves, for our own perusal. The lady remains anony­mous but she recently told me that she wanted to let peo­ple read about our expe­ri­ence together. Enjoy.

I knew what was going to hap­pen even before I said, “We have two hours until I have to go. What do you want to do?”

You smiled at me with a play­ful glint in your eye. I think you have an idea, I thought. I reached out to grab your hair at the nape of your neck and pulled you close.

When you put your hands on me, I felt it all the way down. As you pulled me closer I felt my vulva clench, espe­cially when your hand tight­ened on the back of my neck. I wanted, I needed your kiss and at last after so long I was going to feel you again. Yes!

I kissed you urgently, like you kiss some­one you have missed ter­ri­bly every day for a month’s time. You were home again. The scent of your skin-​lotion so famil­iar and your lip­stick tast­ing exactly the way I remem­bered; com­fort­able and arous­ing at the same time.

I remem­ber your hair-​clips giv­ing way for my hand and absent-​mindedly think­ing that it was a good thing that they stayed in your hair, lest we would have to look for them. It’s funny what your mind will do some­times while you are preoccupied.

God! You felt soo good. Your lips and mouth were so hun­gry. I felt a firestorm start in me. The heat that bloomed in me with your touch, your kiss was incred­i­ble. All of my mind, all of my body locked on you. You were all there was for me, my world stopped for that time.

I broke the kiss that was becom­ing more and more urgent, more and more hun­gry, and I cra­dled your head in my hands and rested my fore­head against yours for a minute while catch­ing my breath.

Emo­tions were swirling inside; the kiss proved that you were indeed here and it just served to make me hun­grier. I caught your eyes study­ing me and I noticed that you were bit­ing your lower lip like you always do when I break off from a kiss.

I felt some­one walk past me while I was kiss­ing you and I didn’t even care. All that I wanted was you. All that I could see, smell, taste, breathe, feel was you. When you stopped kiss­ing me I felt bereft. I watched you catch your breath, you were beau­ti­ful. I felt myself get­ting wet for you and knew.

I pushed you down the hall to the only place with some pos­si­bil­ity of pri­vacy. Inside, but before I had even had a chance to move out of the door­way com­pletely, you jumped me. I didn’t care if I was vis­i­ble; at least I was shield­ing you from pry­ing eyes.

You took my head between your hands and kissed me deeply. I can’t remem­ber where my hands were, but I so love to grasp your hair and to con­trol where you are, so I must have done that at some point. Most of my tac­tile mem­ory of those moments is of your hair between my fingers.

When you pushed me toward pri­vacy I turned and with your hand on the back of my neck, fin­gers tan­gled in my hair I moved to lead you to my sal­va­tion. With pas­sion burn­ing me painfully I took your face in my hands to stop your for­ward move­ment. I had to kiss you. I had to have your lips. I wanted, needed and demanded you. I could feel my need coil­ing in my womb. My clit had got­ten hard and I could feel myself heat­ing and swelling.

You let me run with the con­trol of our pas­sion for a while and with just a growl for warn­ing, my God, you took the con­trol. I can still feel you pulling my hair to tip my head back. You made me acces­si­ble to you, you made me avail­able for your lips. You made me weak with want­ing and being female.

I kissed you more and more like a sav­age, and I bent your head back­wards to expose your throat to me. I nib­bled down your throat and I bit your jugu­lar deeply. Sat­is­fy­ingly deeply. And you gasped just as sat­is­fy­ingly into my ear.

I returned to your mouth and I bit your lower lip until I felt your flesh give way and I tasted the sweet iron of your blood in my mouth. I heard a growl. It wasn’t low enough to be mine, so it must have been yours. When I looked at your face, your eyes were locked on the ceil­ing with my hand still pulling your hair, dis­play­ing your throat to me.

Your kisses were over­whelm­ing. I felt them clear down to my toes that were curl­ing in my shoes. When you put one arm around me and drew me in tight with the other buried in my hair hold­ing my head back, when you bowed me back and gave me small bites along my jaw and down my throat I felt female, I felt claimed.

When your lips were on my jugu­lar, I won­dered if you could feel how hard and fast my heart was beat­ing. When you bit me, my knees went weak. If you hadn’t been hold­ing me so hard, I would have fallen.

I felt myself melt­ing, let­ting go. I could tell that my lips were already swollen when you started rav­aging my mouth again. I know I groaned. When you bit my bot­tom lip so hard I know I growled and again I felt my knees go weak.

I wanted you so badly, I ached, I just had to touch you. I had your lips, your hands and arms held me tight, but I needed to touch you. I had to wrap my hand around you, even if it was through your pants. Finally, finally I could feel your cock. It was just as won­der­ful as I thought it would be, and you were so hard.

I had never given you an oppor­tu­nity to touch my cock before. I’d rather con­cen­trate on you so it was never really nec­es­sary. But finally I felt your hand on top of my jeans, grasp­ing, out­lin­ing it through the fabric.

It felt right. It felt like a reminder to allow you space to take what you wanted too, that you were not there for my enjoy­ment only but I was there for yours as well. I con­tin­ued kiss­ing you hard while your hands worked loose my belt and unbut­toned and unzipped my pants.

Once I had the feel of your cock through your cloth­ing I just had to touch you. I know I fum­bled in my des­per­a­tion, but finally, finally I held you in my hand. You felt soo good, satin over steel. So hard and finally there, avail­able to me. God, how I wanted you, all of you.

Oh, God, how good it felt to finally have your hand around my cock. I hadn’t real­ized how much I needed to be sur­rounded by you, in any capac­ity, in any shape, in any form. You glanced down and I knew what you were thinking.

I wasn’t will­ing to wait so I pushed your down onto your knees. I didn’t ask and I didn’t ges­ture and I didn’t give you a choice; I dug in my fin­gers behind and around your col­lar­bone and pushed down. Your pained eyes locked with mine as your knees buck­led invol­un­tar­ily under you.

Next thing I knew there were iron fin­gers buried behind my left clav­i­cle, press­ing down, hard, forc­ing me to my knees, forc­ing me to kneel to you. It hurt but I wanted this, I wanted you, I had to have you in my mouth, now. God, you were so warm and smelled so good, felt so good, tasted so good.

You devoured me imme­di­ately. Yet again I heard a growl and yet again I knew it wasn’t mine. Fuck, it felt so good to be enclosed and sur­rounded by you. By you. I was sur­rounded by the mouth with that infec­tious smile, the smile that had sparked so many smiles by me in return.

For some rea­son my cock gets really hot, so the sen­sa­tion for me when you first took me into your mouth was a sense of relax­ing cool, like a cool hand on a fever­ish brow, your mouth cooled me and then beck­oned me to fuck it.

Being able to finally suck you between my swollen lips, hold you in my mouth, was heaven. Clos­ing my mouth and slowly suck­ing you between stiff lips feel­ing, your thighs turn to stone while the breath left you in a rush was more than I could have asked for.

When the head of your cock slowly pierced my lips and I finally got to swirl my tongue around the head and play in the slit in the tip, you twitched and gasped. You let me play with the head and up and down the shaft, tak­ing my plea­sure at my own pace guid­ing myself by your move­ments, twitches, jerks and groans. When I cupped and rolled your balls while suck­ing on you, you lost yourself.

And I fucked you. I grabbed your hair with both hands and I drove myself into you. No con­cern for your com­fort or your breath­ing or any­thing; I just took what I wanted, no, what I needed from you. I remem­ber hear­ing myself say­ing things but I can’t for the life of me remem­ber what.

I do remem­ber fuck­ing your mouth, though; there was not much gen­tle­ness when I held your head in place. I would let go at times, to let you con­trol it for a while and catch your breath, but before long, I’d be back with my hands on your head, push­ing you onto me. It had been a while since I came and I knew that I was leak­ing inside your mouth, coat­ing your throat as I was mov­ing inside you.

Your hands went from cradling my face and head to grab­bing and hold­ing me immov­able while you stabbed your cock into my mouth. I remem­ber feel­ing the head of your cock hit the back of my throat. I thought you could go no fur­ther but you did and you didn’t do it just once, you kept doing it.

Pulling out with no con­cern that you would be dam­aged against my teeth, some­how you knew that I would pro­tect you from my teeth with my lips. Some­how you knew just how long you could rape my mouth until I had to breathe, and like the gift of rain dur­ing a drought you let me breathe for a few golden pre­cious sec­onds before rap­ing my mouth again.

Some­times you shoved so far down my throat that I strug­gled to not gag, and then again you would grant me a few pre­cious moments of air. And then, just like that, you let me have your cock. You tasted so good, your pre-​come was silky and fine. I wanted you to come, I wanted to taste you, I wanted your come in me.

There is a cer­tain inti­macy in fuck­ing a woman’s mouth that you don’t feel any­where else. It takes a long time for me to come from oral stim­u­la­tion even though I’m close to com­ing all the time and after a while you looked up to me, cling­ing to my cock tightly held in your right hand lest it might fly away, and said, “Do you want to come? It’s okay if you want to…”

I had to let you know that you could come, that I wanted your come, I needed your come. You just looked at me and gave me a slight smile. The next thing I knew you were squat­ting in front of me, cradling my head again.

You looked at me so earnestly and hope­fully and it was so sweet that I squat­ted to kiss you. I responded, “I don’t know…” because that’s how I felt; I so wanted to drain myself into you, to have you drink from me, but I also wanted to savor the hunger and the pres­sure I was feel­ing inside. To use it as a stepping-​stone to express my hunger for you. While I was try­ing to decide what I wanted, I kissed you.

Fuck, I love kiss­ing you. I held your head between my hands and I bit your lip again. And you gasped again. Then I pulled your breasts out of your bra and pinched your nip­ples and what hap­pened next was one of the most beau­ti­ful things I have ever had a woman do for me.

The kiss you gave me was so sweet and stir­ring. You just kept kiss­ing me with your won­der­ful pas­sion while I felt myself get­ting wet­ter and wet­ter. Then you did some­thing that I was not expect­ing. You bit my bot­tom lip again. You bit me hard enough to make it bleed again. I felt it. While you were bit­ing me your hands were on my breasts, stroking them, rolling my nip­ples and gen­tly cup­ping them.

I pinched your nip­ples hard. Not nearly with all my strength, but cer­tainly not meekly either. And your face con­torted in pain and you gasped and growled and I just watched your face in fascination.

With my bleed­ing lip held between your teeth and you bit­ing hard enough to make me moan, the won­der­ful feel­ing of your hands on my breasts was incred­i­ble. With no warn­ing, you, Oh God, you pinched my nip­ples. I knew you were not pinch­ing them as hard as you could have but it felt like it.

It was fire and ice knif­ing through my nip­ples. It was every­thing I could do not fight to make it stop. You just leaned back cradling me with one arm behind me while you did that to my nip­ples. All the while you watched me intently with a small smile on your face.

I increased the pres­sure on your nip­ples and a muf­fled wail escaped your lips as you dou­bled over. It was the most beau­ti­ful thing I have ever seen. I couldn’t help myself; I had to breathe in that wail.

I found your mouth with mine and I kissed you fran­ti­cally as you con­tin­ued to wail into my mouth. If there is one thing I will remem­ber for the rest of my life, that was it. I can­not even express how con­nected and inti­mate I felt with you at that moment.

You wouldn’t let go. Your pinch­ing just kept get­ting harder and harder. I couldn’t pull away and I felt myself curl­ing in upon myself in a futile attempt to pro­tect my breasts. Hop­ing you would stop. You didn’t; your pinch just got tighter and harder.

Some­how I had to go some­where with all of that pain and I felt it welling up out of my throat. I didn’t want it to, but I couldn’t stop it. That was when I felt it. For the first time I felt you swal­low­ing my pain. You just sim­ply inhaled it! You inhaled what welled up out of me.

When I released your nip­ples, you fell for­ward into my arms, shiv­er­ing and hulk­ing and I hugged you tight, you kneel­ing and me squat­ting in front of you. I pet­ted your hair already damp with sweat and whis­pered some­thing unin­tel­li­gi­ble into your ear. It didn’t mat­ter what, because nei­ther of us was in a space where speech made any sense anyway.

Finally, when I ran out of air and could make no more sound, you stopped. You just let go. You just let go and held me.

Even so, I remem­ber whis­per­ing in your ear that you were beautiful.

I remem­ber you whis­per­ing but I couldn’t understand.

And this was still foreplay…

Lit­tle did I know that this was just the beginning…