“Ticklish?”
“I guess. Nobody has ever tickled my belly button.”
“Well, they don’t know what they were missing.”
Her sharp gasp was followed by another as I nuzzled my nose through the soft curls that carpeted her mound. Instinctively, her legs went wider.
Nibbling on the tender milky-white flesh of her inner thigh between her widely opened legs, Ellen’s womanhood blossomed like a flower in the early morning sunlight right before my eyes. Two delicate pink petals framed the inverted ‘V’ coming together at the top. Her little clit chose to remain hidden for now. My tongue would coax it to reveal itself in a bit.
I inhaled her unique essence. Her female pheromones. On a primal level understand them in my neural receptors triggering my own desires for her. The desires that have brought men and women together for mating, since before the dawn of time. The intercourse of human scents.
Grinning to myself; everything that Alex had taught me in my college days flowed into my head. I was determined that our first coupling would be something that neither of us would ever forget and would cherish in our hearts until our dying day.
Slowly, perfectly, my tongue lightly traced up one side of Ellen’s outer folds with the tip and down the other, refusing to move any deeper; sucking and licking in long, languid strokes, like a painter at his canvas.
Ellen took in a lungful of air as the full width of my tongue took a slow and tasteful lick through her opened flower stopping at the apex of her sex and probed… and probed… coaxing her little pink pearl to life.
“Oh, god.”
Gently sucking her hard little bud into my mouth my tongue began to give those slow, certain, strokes that Alex had taught me as the preferred method of lovemaking: deliberate, patient, and mercilessly teasing.
“Oh, Bill… Bill… Bill.”
The words were becoming more ragged as my tongue drew slow circles around her clit. It was time: very gently, I slid a finger into her welcoming body, probed, and gently swirled.
“Oh fuck!!”
Looking up, my lover’s eyes were closed, and her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she arched her back pressing her sex into my mouth, followed by a low groan. I grinned as my tongue and fingers continued to worship both of Ellen’s pleasure centers. She was close.
I marveled at Ellen’s orgasm – its approach heralded by quickened breathing, heartbeat, sounds, and the way her pussy trembled against my tongue and fingers. Ellen sang the song women have been singing since the dawn of time. The song of a woman being consumed by wave upon wave of euphoric ecstasy. A woman in the throes of full orgasm is the most awe-inspiring sight to behold.
“Get up here. Kiss me. Let me kiss you. Let me taste myself on your lips. I’ve dreamed of tasting myself on your lips. Later, I’m going to taste myself on your cock, after you fill me with your cum.”
Laying between her outstretched legs. The tip of my cock kissed the portal to her sexual being, and our lips met. It was frantic until it wasn’t. Then it became slow and tender. A kiss of two souls joining. Souls that had waited so patiently to join.
Tenderly stroking her face, “I love you, Ellen.”
Ellen’s fingers lightly moved over my cheek, “I love you, Bill.”
Kiss.
Then, pulling back, her hazel-colored eyes had turned into a soft gold with steaks of green. It was a look that I had never noticed before. Then her voice was soft… the softest and filled with tenderness.
“Let’s make a memory. A memory that will be emblazoned in our hearts until our dying day. A memory that will be shared by us and only us. You’re right there. Right where I want you. Right where I’ve dreamed of having you. Your hard cock is kissing the entrance to my body. Let’s make love to each other,” as she moved her hips… coaxing me to enter to make our joining complete.
Our lips meet once again. Our tongues dance like two mating serpents. Our nipples kiss. We each groan through our shared feelings and emotions.
“In a bit. First I want you on top. I want to look at you as you take me into your lovely body for the first time. I want to watch you as you slowly make love to me. I want to kiss and suck on your nipples as you ride me. And then we’ll switch and I’ll make love to you. I’ll make love to my cousin for the first time. To make our memory.”
“I like that.”
The windows to our souls open and are joined through our eyes. Ellen took me in one slow and languid motion. We each let out a lungful of air as my cock journeyed through her warm and tight passage. Coming to rest as the tip of my cock kissed her cervix and her butt rested on my scrotum.
Our heads are back. Our eyes closed as we each savor our long-awaited joining.
Time stops. The universe stops. There was no outside world. All that existed was contained in the cocoon of our joined being.
We each cast a tender smile. Ellen looked between us to see her pink lips surrounding my cock where it disappeared into her body, then shared a loopy smile.
“I’ve got you in me. So deep inside of me. I’ve dreamed of this moment all of my life. When I was in school, the night I gave up my virginity, it was you, who in my mind, was the one to who I gave it to. Part of me wished I had waited. But, right now… this moment, I give myself to you… my love… my cousin.”
She wriggled then groaned and planted her palms on my chest, mouth open and eyes lidded as she slowly made love to me. Arching her back, breasts jutting outward and upward as her head lolled back with heavy eyes, a perfect vision of feminine desire.
And then Ellen grinned as she looked down at me as her ride continued.
“Having fun?”
“Oh, more than fun. Wonderful.” She squirmed.
Ellen sensually rode me. She fed me her hanging breasts. My teeth firmly pinched down on her engorged nipple. She let out a groan, squeezed the walls of her passage, and fed me the other.
If we had made love when we were eighteen, I wouldn’t have lasted a minute. But one of the benefits of our earlier activity, and experience, is gaining some stamina. Even with the divine sight of Ellen driving me into herself and the heavenly sensations of her pussy sliding and clutching, watching her sexy body. Her gently swaying breasts. Her puffy lips sealed against my cock which was now painted white with her arousal. I held back my orgasm but it was becoming more and more challenging.
We rolled. I need to slow things down, or I was going to pop. I wasn’t ready for that.
Settling between Ellen’s open legs, her eyes shined like two beacons in anticipation of our rejoining.
We kissed again, tongues tasting and teasing. Rotating my hips, the sensitive glans sliding between her slick folds teasingly against the passageway to her molten core. Ellen’s rotated her hips in sync with the movement of my cock, as if begging for me to press, enter, and rejoin.
Teasingly, I ran the length of my cock through her splayed folds. Each time coming to rest at her eager entrance. The soft tip gently kissed the portal to her womanhood.
We each gasped at the penetration. Ellen pulled her heels up to her butt cheeks and opened like a butterfly as I flowed into her tight warmth.
“Oh god, Bill. You feel so good. So big… so full. And your balls… I can feel your balls on my butt.”
Relaxing down onto my lover, our bodies melted into each other. Ellen purred as I slowly rotated my hips, withdrawing from her warmth, savoring how it reluctantly released me, then pushed back… refilling that blissful cavern. Her groan was like music, while at the same time, my lips gently pursed the softness of her neck. Being extra careful not to leave a mark. At least not there.
“You’re making love to me,” she breathed. “You’re finally making love to me.” She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as tears formed and her voice cracked.
We made love, moaning, and kissing, with our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. No thrust was deep enough. No thrust was slow enough. I couldn’t help the lump that formed in my throat at this moment of intense intimacy. I wanted to give her every pleasure. Make her come a hundred times. Show how much she was loved and how much she was desired. It was a feeling I had never experienced to be this close to someone in body, heart, and soul.
Sitting up and leaning back I took in the erotic and sensual vision before me from her sparkling eyes. To her soft pink lips and shining teeth. How her rosy pink nipples stood at attention. The way her soft strawberry-blonde pubic hair decorates her sex. To the puffy pink lips surrounding my shining cock.
Ellen propped herself up and joined in my gaze between her open legs at the point of our joining. I gasped as she reached down with both hands and pulled herself open, bringing her clit out from hiding. Rocking my hips we each watched and smiled as my cock would disappear and then reappear coated with her liquid arousal. Her pink lips forms a seal around the fleshy shaft that followed my cock as I slowly glided in… and out… in… and out.
Ellen reached down. Her hand rested on her soft mound with her fingers spread at the base of my cock, as I slowly stroked through her fingers.
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