Tabitha puts the kettle down and leans her head back until it’s resting on my shoulder. A soft groan – half sigh half utterance – comes from her lips. I can feel every movement of her body through my hands. She’s rocking against me so slowly it’s barely perceptible, like the turning of a tide. I kiss the side of her neck through thick strands of hair and feel her nuzzle her cheek against mine. The contact incites me further and I wonder how far she’ll let me go. I move my hands forward and down, hugging the contours of her abdomen until they press against her crotch. Even through her jeans my fingers can sense close heat and moisture. It’s like they have a hunger all of their own and with every slight rub and prod they feed it.
Tabitha’s breathing, deep and loud in my ear tells me she’s more than willing. Her hands are on my forearms, rubbing up and down, rhythmically increasing the pressure of my hands. I push my hands deeper down, parting her thighs slightly, feeling the pleasing sensation of firm flesh at the top of her legs pushing back against me with exciting resilience.
I’m breathing heavily through my nose, my mouth greedily kissing and tasting the exposed skin around Tabitha’s neck and shoulder. I’ve got the biggest hard-on I’ve had in years and it’s joyously nuzzling between the pushing firmness of Tabitha’s buttocks, frustratingly held in check by dull layers of dry fabric. I bring my hands up swiftly and push them underneath the hem of Tabitha’s t-shirt. As soon as they’re on the naked skin of Tabitha’s belly the rocking becomes more definite. I can feel her squirming against me with her entire body. Soft moans are pulsing up from her throat. My hands continue upwards, seeking a definite point of contact. The instant they brush the stitched firmness of Tabitha’s bra they go into cupping mode. It’s just a natural reaction. I sigh loudly as the weight of her tits fill my hands. There’s no finer feeling than this. Tabitha is gasping slightly with each moan and I begin to kneed and squeeze her breasts in time with her vocalizations, pulling her harder against me.
It’s no good; I need to feel naked flesh, not fabric and I push her bra up and off her tits – no adolescent fiddling with the bra strap; just straight in to what I want. My hands are filled with soft hotness and a smooth malleable weightiness that makes the back of my neck tingle. I pinch her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger and am gratified to feel how hard and engorged they’ve become. My mouth is watering, wanting to taste them.
It feels an agony to leave them unattended but other desires are kicking in. My hands snake down again and roughly rip open the buttons of her jeans. Tabitha is grinding against me so hard I’m having trouble coordinating my fingers against her clothes. I slip a palm down the front of her jeans and worm it beneath the elasticised top of her knickers, plunging it down into the as yet invisible heat between her legs. My fingers brush downy hair and dip lower into warm folds of skin and then my fingers are sliding along a wonderful indentation of hot wetness.
Tabitha’s breath erupts in hard, ragged sighs as I begin to finger her. She slams her buttocks back so hard into me I feel winded. My free hand inevitably finds its way back beneath her t-shirt seeking the warm cones of flesh that I can sense moving within. I massage one of her gently swinging breasts, savouring the weighty movement of it as my other hand slowly rubs deeper into the wetness at the top of her legs. I can smell her sex over the bitter aroma of the coffee – it’s that strong – and my head feels enflamed with it.
Tabitha hands are suddenly busy, fumbling and hitching her jeans and knickers down in jerky, awkward movements that only augment the grinding motion of her buttocks against my cock. I’m almost gasping with lust, the sense and heat of it is so overwhelming. I feel cold air hit the back of my hand while the palm is suffused with hot wetness and I know that Tabitha’s jeans are tantalizingly halfway down her thighs, the place I most want to intimately touch exposed for the taking.
“Oh God hurry” Tabitha’s voice is a breathless whisper and the most wonderful sound in the whole wide world.
For all that I’m consumed with urgency a more controlling part of me wants to prolong the experience, to make it last. I pull on her waist and spin her round to face me. Her arms go around my neck and our lips meet in a blur of movement, tongues and breath. I slip both hands behind her back as we kiss and impatiently unhook the loose sling of her bra. I drop it to the floor and begin to lift off her t-shirt. God but I want her so much. Her t-shirt gets no higher than her armpits as, her breasts suddenly exposed, I’m consumed with a need to smother them with kisses. I feel ravenous with desire. My mouth leaves hot saliva trails all over the warm mounds of her breasts while my hands eagerly squeeze them toward me. My tongue flicks roughly over her nipples and I hear her gasps through a rush of blood in my ears. There’s a flurry of movement as she pulls off the rucked-up strip of her t-shirt and then her hands are on top of my head pushing me down and I sink to my knees willingly. I feel like I’ve been aching to do this forever. I bury my mouth between her legs and begin to lap up the salty wetness. I grind my face into her roughly, wanting the scent of her all over me. My hands snake upwards and manage to latch onto her tits once more. I feel them jolt and push against my hands as I push my tongue in deeper, stronger. I’ve never felt so alive and so achingly well.
The urgency is getting unbearable. I know I can’t hold on much longer. I stand slowly, dragging my lips and tongue upwards, wetly trailing saliva over her naval to the smooth space between her breasts. As I climb my hands fumble frantically with the belt of my trousers only to be slapped away by Tabitha’s more dextrous fingers. It feels like my trousers are ripped open and pushed down with the merest gesture of Tabitha’s hands. Her expertise brings a smile to my face. Then another kiss, her tongue darting between my lips and suddenly Tabitha is squirming, turning around in my grasp, once more pushing her buttocks against my crotch.
Her voice comes in a sighing whimper. “Please Leon, please...”
The smooth coolness of her buttocks against my naked skin feels heavenly. One of those sensations that you always remember in great detail but can never adequately describe. My hand fumbles on my cock as I line it up – I can’t believe how much I’m shaking – and then Tabitha’s fingers are guiding me in from between her own legs. She’s backs up onto me making sure I hit the right spot. I enter with a hard thrust and feel myself enveloped with a delicious sensation of hot pressure and moving wetness. Again I reach forward and fill my hands with the bouncing flesh of her breasts. I squeeze as I thrust and hear myself groaning loudly with satisfaction as Tabitha pushes back into me with a slow but firm rhythm.
My whole existence seems to have shrunk down to the low sounds of Tabitha’s voice and the slow build up of pressure in my genitals. Right now this is all I care about. Tabitha begins to shout my name over and over again and I know she’s very close. She locks her hands on the edge of the kitchen counter and begins to thrust backwards harder and harder, her back arching and flexing like some kind of animal. I tell her how much I love her and how much I love fucking her and the loud utterances of my name become long, gasping squeals of orgasm. It’s too much. With my hands hot and full of her tits I’m suddenly engulfed in the heights of my own pleasure. I’m shocked at how loud my groans are; it’s been years since I’ve felt such abandonment. My mind is ringing like struck metal. I see sparks and flecks of light zip across my vision.
A couple more thrusts and I’m done. I feel like my entire body is radiating visible heat. I stand for numb moments exhausted and shaking, my legs heavy like waterlogged pipes, not wanting to remove myself from the warmth and intimacy of Tabitha’s body. The heat between my legs seems to spread out and flow up inside of me like a cleansing flood. Breathing heavily, I lean forward and rest my head on Tabitha’s shoulder while her own rasping breath quickens itself into low wicked laughter.
