0 comments/ 7360 views/ 1 favorites Meeting Mr. Right By: Stinab1120 I slowly began to wake up after a long ten-hour drive from Virginia. When I opened my eyes my heart leapt, for the sun was shining brightly through the hotel room's balcony doors. For some reason the Canadian sun shone brighter than that of the states even though they're the same sun. Maybe it shone brighter because I was finally happy, happy because I'd finally be meeting my Jonathan. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside my head, "eight o'clock, damn. Five full hours before our date," I said out loud. With that I got myself out of bed and decided to head out for breakfast. Since I wasn't planning on meeting anyone just yet, I didn't bother with makeup after I'd washed up. I threw on a pair of black jogging pants, a black fitted shirt, and my flip flops. I glanced at myself in the mirror and said, "Not too bad for being a minimalist today." I grabbed my purse and left my room for the housekeepers to tidy up. In the elevator my mind began to wander: Six years. Six long years and I'm finally meeting, Mr. Right. I hope it works out well. When I reached the lobby, the elevator doors quickly flew open revealing a shocking surprise-Jonathan. I was stunned but that didn't stop me from running to him and embracing him the tightest hug I could manage. Still entwined, Jonathan placed his fingers on my chin and lifted my face toward his; he then placed his smooth lips upon mine and gently kissed me causing me to sigh and fall deeply into his strong body. I unlocked our mouths long enough to say, "What are you..." and then our mouths were again laced. Our tongues twirled inside each other's mouths and our hands explored one another as if we were the only two people in the lobby. Long after our unusual greeting, Jonathan and I broke apart. I was first to speak, "Jonathan Foote, I presume?" and stretched out my hand for him to shake. "Don't be a smartass. Let's go eat," Jon said through a beautiful smile. Jon and I walked hand-in-hand down the street to a little café. We chatted and laughed over coffee and bagels. "If the morning is going so well, the afternoon will be even better," I thought. Even after we finished breakfast he and I sat and enjoyed each other's company. I kind of wished that I had made myself a little more presentable, but Jon honestly didn't seem to mind my disheveled appearance. He made that pretty obvious; his hands made their way down to my thighs and he stroked them gently. His touch made my heart pulse and I was getting warm. I had to kiss him. I moved my chair closer to his and looked deeply into his bright blue eyes, and when I could no longer stand the intensity between us I jumped into his lap and kissed him passionately. My hands roamed through his strawberry hair and my lips searched for every kissable spot on his body. He reciprocated by running his soft fingers against my cheeks and kissing the crook of my neck. Just as I felt a stirring below me there was a loud angry cough heard over Jon's shoulder. "Ahem, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said a waiter as he scowled at Jon and me. I removed myself from Jon's lap, grabbed his hand, and led him up the road back to the hotel. I was so aroused that I didn't care that I hadn't yet showered or put on make up; I had to have him. Jon had a different idea; though. When we reached the front door, he turned to me and said, "I'll see you in a few hours." He kissed me softly on the cheek and walked away. "Where are you going?" I called but it was too late; he'd already turned the corner. "Dammit," I thought. I turned and walked into the hotel to return to my home away from home. I couldn't get Jon out of my mind, nor could I figure out why he'd left me so needy. "Oh well," I thought, "I'll take care of my needs by myself." Back at my room I looked through my suitcase for the perfect outfit for my evening date with Jon. After about ten minutes of searching I found the outfit, and then I lounged around thinking about what lay ahead for me. Would we go to dinner? Would he introduce me to his family? What would we be doing? Then all of a sudden my thoughts turned to the two hour breakfast I'd just had with Jonathan. I thought about the way his hands felt me and the way his tongue invaded my mouth. With every new thought my body became more sensitive and grew warm. I couldn't stand it; I had to do something about the urges that were overtaking my body. Instead of getting naked, I decided to put on my silky pink nightgown that fit my body like a glove. I lit a candle, and lay down on the freshly made bed. My thoughts circled back to the conversations Jonathan and I had during our six year relationship. I remembered the way he talked about his warm moist mouth enveloping my rock hard nipples and his tongue licking the juicy walls of my sex. Oh how those conversations made me want him badly! I thought more and more about him and how his smooth hands touched me on every appropriate spot of my body just the way the silky material of my nighty caressed me now. I moved my hands across my skin which had gotten warm and was now glistening with sweat. I slowly placed my right hand down the low cut front of my gown and massaged my awaiting left breast. My nipple was enlarged and sensitive, and each time I rubbed my hand across it I quivered. My left hand, meanwhile, had begun to pull my nighty up over my thighs, as if by impulse. I seemed to have lost control over my body because before I knew it my left hand was heated with the warmth of my wet, sticky cunt. My middle finger flicked at my engorged nub causing my body to shudder. The sensations I was feeling were unbelievable; there was the feeling of my pussy tightening around my hand, the feeling of my nipples growing hard under the rough touch of my fingers, and the feeling of the silk twirling around my sweaty body. My fingers continued to explore my nether regions never lingering in one spot for too long. As I continued to frivolously rub my soaking wet clit my body was about to run on overdrive. I didn't stop touching myself; my hands roamed around my cunt, through my hair, and against my heaving tits. Then, finally, my body went to the edge of reality; my body tensed, my breathing stopped, my mind drifted. I screamed loudly, "Yes, god, yes!" It was the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced, and I didn't want it to stop, but I knew that I'd have other opportunities to pleasure myself during my stay in Canada. Following my sexual escapade I realized how late it was getting. I needed to shower and freshen up. I quickly washed my drenched body and hair and then put on my makeup carefully making sure it was perfect. I then pulled on the black bra and panty set that I had lain out and looked at myself in the mirror. "Eh, I could stand to lose a few pounds, but I look pretty damn good." I proceeded to put on my slim black jeans, my black tank top, and my white button-down shirt. All I needed to do was blow out my hair and add my accessories. Just as I was walking to the bathroom there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock, it was only 12:30 so who could it be? I opened the door and there stood a young teenage boy holding a long sleek box. "Mrs. Sapp? Mr. Foote asked me to bring this up for you," the young man said. I took the box and told him thank you. I opened the box, and in it was a single long stemmed rose with a card that read, "The rose's beauty is no comparison to your radiance." Flutter, flutter went my heart. I had to hurry and get myself ready so I could return to the warm embrace of Jon's body and heart. I quickly blew out my hair and put on my black high heeled boots. One last glance in the mirror and I was on my way down to meet my love once again. For the second time that day the elevator doors opened to Jonathan. He looked amazing. He was wearing khaki pants and a blue button-up shirt. The blue made his eyes sparkle as if they were made of glistening diamonds. It was his turn to embrace me first. We broke apart and looked deeply at each other. "You look great, Christine," he said. I blushed and whispered, "thank you." Jon warmly took my hand and led me outside where he had a car waiting to take us to our destination. Once in the car, Jon's lips and hands were all over me. His tongue explored my bare neck and he kissed me lightly behind my ears. Every touch made me shiver. As he kissed me his hands groped me; he massaged my chest, rubbed my thigh, and slowly made his way to my awaiting crotch. I sighed and whispered, "What about the driver?" "He's enjoying the show, chill out," Jonathan replied, "besides, we're almost there." He and I continued to lovingly kiss and fondle each other. Soon the car stopped out in front of a large apartment building. I knew Jon had brought me to his home. He left the car and walked to my side to help me out. I grabbed his hand and kissed him softly on his warm lips. We walked up the steps and as he unlocked the door I gave his ass a quick squeeze making him giggle. I had no idea what he'd planned, but I sure hoped it involved getting naked. Shortly we were standing outside Jon's apartment. He turned to me and said, "I hope this afternoon is all that it's meant to be." As we entered, the first thing I noticed was a bright floral scent. Further in I noticed Jon had sprinkled hundreds of red and yellow rose petals over the living room area. "Oh, Jon!" I gasped and reached around his neck to hug him. He instead took my hands into his and led me further inside. There were candles arranged all around the room, a blanket spread across the floor, and a bottle of wine chilling. What a romantic idea he'd had. I walked in after him and shut the door. When I turned back around his lips again found mine. We kissed deeply while making our way to the blanket. Once there, Jonathan laid me down and kissed every inch of me starting with my eyelids and ending at the toe of my boots which he immediately removed. I was first to speak again, "Let's drink some wine." Jon agreed and opened and poured us the wine. We drank it slowly while making small talk. Before too long, though, I knew it was time to return to what we had started. I took Jon's glass from him and placed it on the table above us. I then kissed his neck, twirling my tongue where it counted. I then unbuttoned his shirt kissing each piece of body that was exposed after each button. Jon sighed and moaned and grabbed my hair. "Hey, piece for a piece," he finally said. "Huh?" I replied while kissing his bare masculine chest. "You took off my shirt, now take off yours," he answered slyly. How could I refuse? I stood up in my bare feet and did a sort of sexy strip for him, slowly removing my shirts and revealing my black embraced tits. "Gorgeous," he said as he put his arms around me and brought me back to his level. He proceeded to kiss the exposed bumps while sneakily removing my bra to expose me to his waiting mouth. As soon as I was free from my garment, I was taken prisoner again, this time by his mouth. Jon's moist mouth engulfed my full erect nipples one by one, his warm breath making them harder and harder. I knew; though, that he too needed some attention, so I broke away and kissed my way down to his pants. Once there I quickly undid his belt and his fly and proceeded to remove all of the clothing that was standing between me and pleasuring my lover. Once everything was removed, I looked into Jon's eyes and said, "Goodness, someone's a little excited." I giggled and kissed the inside of his thighs all the while fondling his balls. I knew he was getting antsy so I dipped down between his legs and took his member deep into my warm mouth. I heard him moan and saw him grab a pillow in order to watch the action down below. I swirled my tongue around his throbbing sex and felt him grow harder inside me. Soon I felt his hands in my hair directing me to please him the way he liked it. I bobbed my head quickly up and down making sure never to lose him. I sometimes pulled away and tickled his tip with just my tongue knowing that it would bring him over the edge. Almost immediately I felt Jon's body tense below me, and I knew that it wouldn't be long. With this in mind I sucked Jon deeper down my throat licking him gently in the process. Before too long, Jon shot is hot, sticky load down my throat. The sensation of it was so intense. When Jonathan was well milked, I released him and made my way up to lie in his arms and wait for him to catch his breath. But in the true fashion of Jonathan, he had other ideas. It was his turn to pleasure me. "Say still and let me do all the work," he whispered. He kissed me deeply then ran his tongue all the way down. I then felt my pants glide down my legs and my panties moved to the side. Then it hit me. His tongue had found my spot. I gasped loudly and then bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming. Jon's tongue dove deep between my enlarged lips and took his time focusing on my sensitive button. He was so good that I was squirming in no time, but once the squirming began, Jon's intensity heated up. As I was near to cumming he roughly plunged two sticky fingers into me touching my sacred spot. The feel of his tongue on my clit and his fingers deep inside me was too much. My body tensed and then released with a loud, "Oh, Jonathan!" But before I could come back to Earth Jon was laying back while positioning me on top. "I have waited so long to do this with you," he whispered. I bent down and kissed him while thrusting my hips to better admit him into me. Soon our bodies were gyrating and moving as one. When I thrust, he thrust, and our hands held tight together connecting us as one being. We continued moving in a continuous rhythm for sometime, all the while kissing and moaning and sighing together. Soon we both tensed and shuddered together bringing on one of many of our mutual orgasms of that night. Meeting Mr. Right Kimberleigh Leighton was a thirty-nine-year-old, single, never married, very attractive woman, who was still waiting to meet Mr. Right. Her love life in the past had been a horrible mess. She had gone through one man after the other, hoping for that elusive chemistry to flare up, but it never did. Since college she'd had twenty-four lovers, most of them she'd had moved in with only to move out within a month or two. Her relationships never lasted more than three months, followed by three months of no sex before she'd start another sexual relationship. She was not really promiscuous. She had went through only two men a year, but they had added up over the years which now looked like she had been a slut. Maybe in a way she had been slutty, but she had been desperate to find someone to settle down with and start a family. Finally after more than twenty men, she had given up on them. She then had moved on and started a relationship with a woman. It had lasted much longer, almost a year. The sex, even though toys were used, was exceptionally good and exciting. That changed five years ago after she'd found religion. She had become a Christian and had vowed never to get into a sexual relationship again until she was married. It has been a little over five years, and so far, so good. Right now she was sitting outside on her porch, her laptop computer on her lap and was getting ready to type what she wanted in a man. MY MAN Has to be kind even when kindness is not returned Respects all people, no matter what color skin they have Has to be intelligent (though not necessarily a genius) Has to be passionate about his work, whether he's a lowly waiter or a CEO If he is rich, he has to be generous in giving and helping others less fortunate Has to be a man who loves God above all else Has overcome obstacles in his life Appreciates nature from a Christian perspective instead of evolutionary Has accepted Christ as his Savior Kimberleigh stopped because the next thoughts that popped into her head weren't very Christian-like. They were simply pornographic. She'd gone over five years without sex so that was to be expected. But so what? It was perfectly normal to think about sex. Humans were sexual beings. Above all, she wanted to be precise. She wrote on, but this time it was sensual. He has to love the feel of skin on skin and can't get enough touching, snuggling, and caressing He kisses so good that my toes would curl and I would feel faint Has a wild imagination in bed Has to be well endowed (not gigantic, but something on the large side) Can go all night on occasion Wants to have more than two babies with me She stopped again, looking up and down the street before turning her attention back to her typing. He'll love ancient history and archeology He'll be a courteous driver and won't have an episode of road rage if he is cut off He will cook once in a while He'll rub my shoulders and feet after a long day at work He'll go on trips with me to different countries where our sponsored children live (be it Sudan, Rwanda, Somalia, or any other so called "dangerous" or "poor" country) Through a video camera, Kimberleigh's neighbor, Gregory Kimble, was recording what she was typing into her laptop. After she went into her house, he hooked it up to his computer and read what she wrote. He scanned the list. "That's quite the list you have there, Kimberleigh," he said to himself. "How I would like to be that man," he said, after reading what she was looking for in the bedroom. The next day, Kimberleigh was out walking in the park when she bumped into a man. He was unmovable, but she just bounced off him and fell backward onto her butt. She hadn't been paying any attention. She had been thinking too much about the list she had written yesterday. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" She scrambled to her feet and looked up at the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life. He was well over six feet tall, solidly built. Somewhere in his mid to late thirties. Dark blonde hair that was wavy. Eyes so blue it was like staring up into the clear blue sky. His smile was beautiful...white teeth and full lips that promised a kiss that could curl her toes and make her feel faint. She saw a tattoo peeking out at the side of his neck. He could be the guy on her list. Except she hadn't written down anything about tattoos, but she didn't mind them. She blushed when she realized that she was staring. Then she couldn't move, couldn't speak. All she could do was stare at him. And a strange heat began flowing through her body, getting hotter with each moment. For the first time in her miserable sex life, she felt something for a man without even sleeping with him. He's the one, was all she could think about. "Do you have a name, beautiful lady?" he asked politely, even though he already knew her name. "Kimberleigh Leighton," she breathed. "But you can call me Kim." That was it? It was over? She couldn't let that happen so soon. "You know," she said in her most normal voice, "would it be too much to ask if you could go out for coffee with me." The man's eyebrows rose in surprise. Must be desperate, was his first thought. He cocked his head, as if thinking about what she'd asked. Then he asked, "Do you have a habit of asking men out on dates that you don't know?" Kimberleigh felt her face redden as she let out a very awkward laugh. "Occasionally." Then she squeezed her eyes shut in mortification. Did she just say she asked out men on dates occasionally? The truth was that she had never asked anyone out. "What is your name?" "Gregory Kimble," he told her with a smile. "But you can call me Greg." "Well, Greg Kimble, I'd like you to join me for a cup of coffee sometime." Greg nodded, obviously trying not to laugh, then he looked Kimberleigh in the eyes. "I'd like that, Kimberleigh. I'll call you, or you'll call me." "You call me," she told him, handing him a card. "Here's my number." They each walked the same direction. "Where do you live?" she asked. "Just a few blocks from here." "Really? Me too." As they walked, Kimberleigh found out he lived right next to her. Thank you, God. This man must be the one for her. "Great!" A huge smile spread across her face. "I'll talk to you on Friday, then!" In two days she had a date with Greg Kimble, right here in her own home. She couldn't help wondering if it was the right thing to do. She was probably setting herself up to be seriously tempted, but she was sure that she would not fall victim to sexual temptation. Plus, Greg was a gentleman. He would never do anything that would go against all that she had vowed. He was different. There was something about him that was very decent, and she was looking forward to getting to know him better. Still, the least she could do was pray for strength to resist temptation. The knot in Kimberleigh's stomach got tighter and tighter with each passing minute. Greg was late. Sure he'd called to tell he'll be late, but maybe it was just a character flaw. Maybe he was always late. Then there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she called out. Greg walked in and closed the door gently behind him. His eyes held hers as he walked up to her. He was wearing jeans with a white shirt. His tattoo was showing just above the collar of his shirt. He was without question the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen in her life. The knot that had been in her stomach was now lodged in her throat. Greg never took his eyes off her. His smile widened as he walked. She had her hair down, and it fell in waves down her front, almost hiding the gentle swells of her full breasts. She was wearing a knee-length dress and a white top that showed just a little cleavage. She looked soft and round and he was drowning in the need to plant his face in the crook of her neck and sink his fingers into her nicely shaped derriere. But he thought better of it. He couldn't remember ever thinking about doing anything with a woman except what he wanted, when he wanted, for as long as he'd wanted. The last time he'd been this conflicted had been when he had his first sexual experience with an older woman, when he was fifteen. Once they were in the living room, he stopped her in her tracks. He pulled on her arm to turn her so that he could look at her face. His gaze was locked on hers like nothing existed but her. Suddenly he was standing very close to her, and he kissed her. No warning. Not a word of greeting. He just pressed her body to him and put his mouth on hers. It wasn't the kind of kiss that quickly turned out of control, but it wasn't just a peck either. His lips were like warm silk. One hand gripped her upper arm and the other held her at the base of her spine. The knot disappeared, swept away by the rising wave of sexual desire that wiped out any thought. Including her brain function. She couldn't move. She was on fire. She'd been reduced to nothing but a willing recipient to Greg's will. His soft tongue opened her lips. She had forgotten how this felt. No, wait...she'd never known how this felt. Her pulse thundering, she stopped thinking and gave herself up to the kiss. Old habits weren't easy to resist. Desire ripped through her, exhilarating her like none of her past lovers ever had. The feel of his hot mouth over hers and the pressure of his strong hands as they molded her to him made her want him even more. Her passion flamed hotter, grew wilder. Kimberleigh let out a moan of wonder and delight, her body on fire. She pressed against him, restless and hot, her tongue teasing his. She savored the way he was holding her, his hands cupping her buttocks, lifting her from her feet as he held her against him. Her hands slid down his back, over his hips, grasping him and... "This is crazy," she whispered. "No. Resisting each other is crazy." Then his hands were under her skirt, clasping her firm buttocks, his palms burning hot against her bare skin and sending darts of sensation right down to her toes. She sensed his strength as he lifted her slightly, eased her onto the plush sofa and followed her down. Her skirt hiked up to her waist and she felt herself exposed. A jolt of panic went through her. "I'm...I can't do this. I made a promise to God to abstain from sex until I'm married." Greg squeezed her bare hip. "Me, too." He pushed up her top past her breasts. "Then what are you doing?" "We are not going to have sex. I'm just going to pleasure you. Do you have a problem with that?" She didn't have a problem with being pleasured, but God might have. Her thoughts scattered like ashes in a storm when Greg's head lowered and his mouth closed hot and wet over her nipple and he sucked her through her bra. The fierce tickle between her thighs turned into a driving need and she couldn't stop the noises that escaped from her throat. Greg could feel her tension. He vowed this would be good for her if it killed him. As turned on as he was, he just hoped that he would be able to control himself from going all the way with her. He kissed her again, swirling his tongue around hers and at the same time smoothing his hand down her belly and cupping her sex. He dragged his fingers through her moist folds and parted her. She was so wet. Any thoughts that she might not be as turned on as he was, disappeared. His shaft was as hard as a column of steel. He drew a deep breath, slowing himself down before he went off like an untried teenager. "Open your legs a little more," he whispered. Her knees fell open. He pushed a finger into the hot, soft sheath waiting for him. Her breath caught, her eyes flew open and locked on his. "It's okay." He drew out her moisture and played with her, slowly stroking the sensitive inner and outer folds of her sex. "You feel so good...like wet silk." Kim began to make frantic little grunts. He moved over her and knelt between her thighs, watching her face. A crease appeared between her eyebrows, her mouth twitched, but she didn't open her eyes. Her fingers gripped his upper arms. Her hips lifted and rubbed herself against his hand. He found the entrance of her with his fingers and rubbed a certain area just inside her, slowly stroking, arousing her more and more. "Oh..." "Come for me." "Oh...I don't...I don't know what's happening." "Tell me when..." Greg leaned down and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and keeping rhythm with his fingers. "Ohhh...I think...I'm..." A sob from deep inside her escaped her as she went over the edge. As her orgasm ripped through her, loud sobs escaped her. Then she finished off with little whimpers that were pure pleasure. When she reached for him, he stayed in her arms, holding her in his. "But...you didn't...you know," she said in a small voice. "It's okay." He kissed her long and deep and she returned a kiss so hot and passionate he almost whimpered. Oh, Kimmy..." He wanted to strip himself and her, but he didn't want to stop for even a second. He moved down, trailing his open mouth her body until he reached her smooth, slightly rounded belly. "You are so soft...so sweet...so responsive..." "Oh...you're...tickling me." "Is it uncomfortable?" "No...it's...ummmm..." "I don't want to do anything you don't want." "It's fine. It's...incredible." "Lift your knees. Let me kiss you. Oh, Kimmy, you are so beautiful here." With that said, he kissed her right next to her swollen clit. "Greg...you shouldn't." "Please, don't stop me, Kimmy. I'll make it good for you. I guarantee that you'll like it." When he dragged his tongue up one side of her sex, she arched her neck and back as Greg pleasured her like she'd never been pleasured before. He sure was good with his mouth... Then the pleasure was over. Greg slowly pulled away. He was a sensational kisser, just what she wanted. "We are mad," he said, shaking his head. Kimberleigh's cheeks flushed; her heart pounded in her ears. Mad wasn't the word to describe it. What had she been thinking? This was her neighbor, still a stranger for heaven's sake! She knew the cost of such illicit behavior with any man, knew the ultimate outcome. Suddenly embarrassed, she tried to twist her wrist free, but Greg held her tightly. "Be still," he said firmly but not harshly. She wished she could take back the last few moments and make them disappear. But that was impossible. What had just happened will always be there. "Greg," she whispered, "what are we going to do about this?" The question hung there between them. Greg couldn't look away from Kimberleigh any more than he could release her. She stood before him, her face shiny, her lips swollen from his kiss, their velvety softness glistening with moisture. Greg was fascinated with everything about her. It was all too familiar, both new and completely wrong. He slowly released her wrists, sliding his hands to hers and lacing their fingers. He didn't want to release her yet. Her lashes fluttered as they rested against her cheeks before she looked up at him, her cheeks becomingly flushed. She was a sensualistic creature, something he used to revel in until he decided to give up his hedonistic lifestyle. More than anything, he wanted to take her right there...bend her over the table, lift her skirt, and give into the passion he'd felt in her embrace, seen in her eyes. But he couldn't. This was no ordinary women. She was experienced, but was abstaining from sex just like he was. Even though he knew that she would enjoy their lovemaking, it was afterward where the problem lay. He wasn't a philanderer, but he'd had many relationships, his last one five years ago. Before that, most of which had ended within a month or two. All began with intense passion, but looking at Kim now, he had to admit that none of those relationships had offered the promise of this one. There was something about her that he yearned for, that fired his senses and stirred his imagination. He wanted to settle down, marry her, and start a family. While they ate, he couldn't help but look at her sensuous mouth. Despite her vow to remain celibate until she got married, he knew he could seduce her within a few minutes. She was so beautiful. She was nothing like the women he'd pursued in the past. She was a sweet woman. Already he had feelings for her. He followed her into the living room. Unbeknownst to her, he rudely ogled her firm, full bottom and calves. Because of her dress, he couldn't tell if her thighs were as nicely shaped. But he knew they were a handful of soft, but firm flesh. He had felt her earlier, when he given her two orgasms. He wanted to pleasure her again, but he also wanted her to do the same for him. "Have a seat," Kimberleigh told him. When he sat down, he felt something poking him in the back. Reaching behind him, he grasped something and brought it forward to look at it. It was a few seconds before he could get his brain to cooperate with his eyes, because he swore that he was holding a large dildo. It was made of firm rubber and felt almost life-like. And it had an on/off switch. He heard Kimberleigh gasp. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "Oh, no." She scrambled for it, but Greg snatched it away and held it out of reach. She fell across his lap, clawing at the air to get it away from him. He tried hard not to laugh. He held the dildo into the light and looked it over. "Why do you have this?" "I'm going to die now." She buried her face in his thigh. She suddenly made another lunge for the toy. "Give it to me!" she cried. "Give it back!" Suddenly he stood and raised it high above his head. Kimberleigh jumped in the air, her full breasts bouncing and brushing against his chest, trying desperately to get a hold of the sex toy she had totally forgotten about. It had been in the sofa's cushion for the last six months, ever since she'd used it last. She lurched against him, knocking Greg to the floor. She collapsed face down beside him with a groan of defeat. "I've never been this embarrassed in my life," she murmured into the carpet. Greg's hand rested on the small of her back. He was laughing. He was happy for the first time in five years. Being with this woman made him happy. This must be what it feels like to be happy and falling in love. She peeked out from beneath her hair that hid her face. "You should probably go now." He lowered his head, putting his face right to hers. He could smell her delicious scent. He pushed the curls away from her cheek, and lowered his lips to kiss her on the tip of her small nose before moving to her lips. His hand returned to the small of her back. He felt her arch into his touch. He felt her warmth through her top. Without thinking, he slipped his hand under her top so that he could feel her soft skin on his. She let out a small moan. He moved his hand lower, past the waistband of her skirt, and laid his hands on her bottom. "Greg?" She lifted her buttocks slightly when he patted her. He moved his hand along the back of her thigh until he reached the hem of her skirt. Grasping it, he pushed her skirt up, slowly baring her to his hungry gaze. Without thinking, she opened her legs. He put his mouth on the back of her thigh and kissed her, then moved to a buttock cheek and kissed her there also. He'd never felt a woman so responsive to his touch. He'd ever felt this kind of hot rush of desire. He wanted her. He didn't want her to stop him. He dragged his lips across to the next cheek. "Kimberleigh, oh, God, I'm trying to be decent. I really am." In response, she lifted her buttocks a little more. "Use the toy," she gasped, wanting him to satisfy her with the toy instead of his own penis. "It's a large dildo, sweetie." His erection throbbed. "Well, it's the only one I have and if you want me, you'll have to use it." Meeting Mr. Right "Alright, then." He then hooked two fingers under the strip of cloth that ran between her buttock cheeks and dragged it to one side. Then he pushed the triangle of fabric in the front of her panties to the side and bared her. Then he slid the toy over and over the sensitive lips of her sex and clit before pushing it gently into her. Kimberleigh was lost in the sensations as Greg gently worked the large phallus into her. Her hips rose and fell slowly as she felt it going deeper and deeper. When he flipped the switch on, she arched her back and cried out. As he moved the vibrating sex toy in and out of her, he stroked her thighs. After a few minutes, she climaxed. When she got her senses back, she righted her panties and smoothed her dress out, and rolled over to face Greg. So much for her vow of celibacy. She'd had three orgasms within an hour. With all the sex she'd had the last twenty-three years, minus the last five years, never ever did she experience such pleasure. She laughed, wondering what God thought of her actions. It was not like she had sex. Then she wondered how long it had been for Greg since he had been with a woman. Three days? A week? Two weeks? A month? She was almost ashamed to tell him it had been over five years for her. "It's been five years, Kimberleigh," he whispered, as if reading her thoughts, answering her unspoken thoughts. She went still. She held her breath. She stared into his blue eyes. Five years! He had to be joking. "It's the truth," he said. She pushed herself up from the floor and stood on shaky legs. He stood up and gave a groan. He was still aroused. And that's the way it's going to stay. He had just satisfied Kimberleigh with his fingers, mouth, tongue, and a large dildo, while denying himself the satisfaction of his own release. "Everything still works, if that's what you're wondering." "I'm glad. I mean that's good news." She was helpless to prevent her face from flaming as she looked at the bulge in his pants. "You look delicious when you blush," Greg said, standing so close that there was no space between their bodies. "How long has it been for you?" He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again. It was brief, but it was still hot and she felt a wave of heat course through her body. "Mmmmm," she hummed. "Over five years." "For me it had been a smart choice to remain celibate until I meet someone special and get married," he said. "Are you that woman, Kimberleigh Leighton?" She nodded as the kiss ended, wanting so much to be that woman, though it seemed, no, was too soon to think of marriage. She wanted to get to know him first, but that took time. If this was meant to be, maybe God had answered her prayers. "Are you sure you want to settle down? With me? So soon?" A smile pushed up the right corner of his lips, and she stared at those lips, blinking in wonder. Oh, Lord. She was falling in love with Greg Kimble. And this was real. With every other man she hadn't felt this way. This time she was falling hard and fast and with such speed, she knew she could be married very soon if she only said 'yes'. Her heart was pounding furiously. "That's my plan, if you're okay with it," he said. "Why me?" She raised her eyes to his, and found him looking at her thoughtfully through those beautiful eyelashes. "Because you are a wonderful woman. Beautiful and sweet and what I'm looking for. And I feel happy when I'm with you. You make me laugh. You make me want to risk marriage. You make me want to try and be a decent man for you." He took her into his arms, squeezed her, and whispered into her hair. "You're the woman I want, Kimberleigh Leighton. Just say the word if you want to get married." She melted into his arms, knowing no man's embrace had ever felt this perfect, this complete. Greg's arms were strong but they cradled her gently. She could hear his heart beat in his chest. He was more of a man than any she had ever encountered. She decided to not say anything except 'yes' to his proposal. Then she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He removed her top, but left on her bra. Then her skirt dropped to the floor, followed by her panties. She pulled his belt loose from the buckle. Then she looked at Greg, biting her bottom lip nervously. Her cheeks reddening again. She glanced down at her own below-the-waist bareness, and when she looked back at her imminent husband, her cheeks flaming. He lay down on the bed and pulled his imminent wife on top of him. She straddled his legs, looking down at him with trust and adoration. Her satiny thighs were spread. Her dark hair fell around her face. Her large breasts were almost bursting out of her bra. And if that wasn't erotic enough, her damp sex was rubbing against his thigh. He pulled her down to his chest. He opened his fingers wide and combed through her curls, capturing the back of her head in his grip. His mouth found hers and she responded. His hands explored her neck, shoulders, back, and wound their way down to her bare buttocks. She was so warm everywhere, so silky and firm, that his hands couldn't get enough of her. He found himself massaging her flesh while his kisses turned more sensual. Kimberleigh tugged at his shirt buttons, her kisses turning wild. He knew she wanted to feel skin on skin as much as he did. The instant the shirt came off he knew there would be no going back. He patted her bottom and put his hands on her shoulders, slowly pushing her away. She let out a mewl of protest when their lips parted, then she reached for his shirt's buttons again. This time he let her pop one button at a time. The shirt opened slowly, revealing everything he had to offer. "Oh, my...God," she whispered, her gaze darting from the tattoo to Greg's eyes and back again, several times. He lay stretched out on the bed, arms at his sides, giving her a complete view of his tattoo. He lay still, letting her study him. "I guess it's a little too late to be asking, but are you okay with tattoos? Because I have many." "I knew you had a tattoo, but not this big," she said quietly. "A little showed above your shirt. And I thought it looked interested, but I just...well....I had no idea..." Greg smiled. "Remember that trip I mentioned?" Kimberleigh nodded. "This is what I got in Japan. Some of the smaller once I got in Thailand." "It's incredible, really. The colors. It looks so complex." She looked down at him again. Without another word, she unhooked her bra at its front closure, displaying a nice pair of full breasts. They were large, but not too large. With boldness she reached for and undid the fly of Greg's pants, then pulled them low on his hips. It was too late to stop now. She lay her head on his stomach and kissed him right on his still hardening shaft that was still filling with blood. "I want to make love to you, Greg. Right now. I made a vow of celibacy, but since we are going to get married, I don't want to wait." His breath went shallow. He buried his fingers in her hair. "I want that more than anything, but..." She raised her eyes. "Yes?" "Only if you are ready." She laughed. After pulling off his pants, she pulled herself up alongside his body, kissing along the way. When her eyes were level with his she hovered there. She lowered her lips on his and gave him a kiss so hot and delicious he feared he would explode before he even got inside her. He wasn't exactly used to this. "Feel me," she said, grinning wickedly and throwing her leg over his belly. "Touch me and feel how wet I am." Greg slid his hand between their bodies, the need in him so fierce he feared that he wouldn't be able to stop now even if she told him to. His fingers grazed over her trimmed curls at the top of her opening to her sheath, and he dipped inside, ever so gently. Right away, his fingers were slick with her juices. He closed his eyes and savored the power of that sensation. He had a woman, naked, wet, and wanting him. And he wanted her more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. He tried to calm his breathing as he moved his fingers along the drenched slit, pausing as he turned his attention to her throbbing clit, rubbing it with his thumb. He suddenly thought back to a time when he had wild, raw, hard sex, usually with women he didn't even know and always with women he didn't love, or even like. Even prostitutes and escorts. How would he be with sweet, gentle Kimberleigh? Could he let himself go without turning rough? Could he trust himself? He wanted to make love with this woman, not do something to her, and he wasn't sure he was capable. As his fingers continued to stroke her slickness, she grasped him in her hand, slowly stroking his hot arousal. "Kimmy, I'm afraid I'll...hurt you." She smiled. "I was never a sensitive lover. I've only experience in fucking, not making love. I'm worried I'll be too much for you." "I see. But don't worry about it. I only have experience in the same thing." Then she turned so that her head was near his groin and took him into her mouth again, humming, licking, and sucking. As the minutes went by, Greg's body began to shake as he tried to stop himself from erupting in her mouth. Damn, he kept thinking. Damn, she's good! It had never felt like this with other women. Kimberleigh was making love to his shaft with her mouth. He couldn't stand it another second. He reached for her head and pulled it away from his pulsing erection that was ready to burst. "I want to be inside you before it's too late." In an instant, he'd captured her in his arms and flipped her onto her back. "Do you trust me, Kimmy?" he asked softly, nipping lightly at a breast. She could hardly think what he was asking her. "I...I...umm, yes. Yes, I do." "Do you trust me with you?" Kimberleigh turned her head to offer up the sensitive cord of her neck. His lips were warm against her skin, his tongue warmer still. "With me?" "To do as I like...to do anything I like." She just couldn't think. He flicked his tongue in the shallow curve behind her ear, tasting her skin. "Anything I like," he repeated gently. "Will you trust me?" She swallowed. She felt something hard tracing the lips of her tender sex. She bit her lower lip. The sound escaping her throat was a whimper. Greg waited. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, Greg." "Look at me, Kimmy." She turned her head. Her lashes fluttered, then opened. His face was very near hers, his eyes watchful. "I do trust you, Greg." He nodded. "Give me your hands." Her eyebrows rose questionably, but she lifted her arms over her head. Greg held her wrists together in one hand. She watched him as he used her thong panties to tie her wrists to the headboard. She looked up at him. He was watching her, a smile on his sensual lips. "Shall I satisfy your curiosity, Kimmy?" He laid one hand over one breast, bent, and whispered into her ear. "Shall I make you scream?" Her mouth suddenly dry, Kimberleigh could only nod. Her lips parted, but only a moan escaped as she felt his fingers sliding toward her inner thighs. Her own fingers curled around the oak wood of the headboard and tightened. Greg reached out to the bedside table and picked up something. Then she felt a hardness between her legs, pressing inside her. He watched her chest heave with ragged breaths, then brushed a thumb across one peak as he pushed deeper into her at the same time. The dusky aureole darkened and her nipple hardened invitingly. Greg bent and took it into his mouth. Kimberleigh pressed her heels deeply into the bedding. The object within her stilled, making her want to rock her hips. But he frustrated her by holding her still with one hand on her thigh. She moaned and arched her neck instead as his tongue darted across the swollen nub. He rolled it between his lips and sucked. She clenched harder on the headboard. Greg heard her groan, raised his head, and checked the binding at her wrists. He cupped one side of her face, brushing his thumb across her lips. She turned into the caress. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue wetting her lips. Leaving the object, which she knew was her sex toy, within her, he brought up his hand a little to brush her clit with his thumb. Her hips lifted when he stroked once, twice, then three times. "Shall I stop?" he asked. She closed her eyes and lifted her hip, inviting him without words to touch her. She was a single nerve, fully aroused by his gentle erotic touch. She shook her head. "No, don't stop!" she ordered him. "Keep going." "Tell me, Kimmy," he said. "What do you want?" "Please, Greg," she whispered. "Make me..." He smiled when she didn't finish her sentence. "What?" She stared at him intently. "Scream," she told him. "Make me scream. And squirt. I've never had been pleasured before by anyone but you." He was surprised at her words. He began to move the sex toy inside her. Slowly, in and out, matching the thrust to her breathing at first, then making her meet the rhythm he set. She watched him, he watched her as she began to fall apart. Her hips rolled. She was helpless to do otherwise. It was impossible to accept the insistent, intimate penetration without rising up to meet it. Pleasure went through her; every nerve vibrating. Her arms were stretched above her head, her shoulders set, her buttocks coming off the bed. All of her was poised on the brink of pleasure, but it was when Greg withdrew the toy and positioned himself between her legs that she knew the moment of her orgasm was upon her. The thrust of her body continued as he got on top of her, the need in him very simple. He wanted inside her. Now! She wanted to clutch his shoulders, but her hands were securely tied. She clutched his hips with her knees instead. The soles of her feet pressing into the backs of his thighs. Every part of her clenched, holding him securely. Her sheath convulsed, causing him to groan. He ground into her. Rising. Falling. Greg felt her shudder, then held himself still long enough to release her wrists. He lowered his mouth to hers, devouring her as she moaned and squealed and opened her legs to him. It happened so quickly...he was in her, all the way, completely sheathed in her pulsing depth. He kept his mouth on hers, licking inside her lips, slowly moving in and out. He was in paradise...a hot, tight paradise...and he didn't want to ever stop. "Yes," she gasped. "Good Lord Almighty, yes, Greg." He got lost. He grasped her wrists, holding them tightly over her head as he pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. They twisted and rolled in passion. She was now on the bottom. He bent his knees and drove downward, and she sobbed out her pleasure. The angle he had, with her thigh draped over his arm, allowed him to create friction along her most sensitive spot. He pounded into her heat, needing to feel her shudders, her little breathless cries. He wanted her orgasm to be the best she'd ever had. He was relentless, driving deeper and deeper, even when he felt her body clasp his in a tight grip. He kept surging into her, over and over, her sheath pulsing around him and her muscles clamping down on him. "Don't move, Kimmy." They both stayed still for a moment before Greg started moving again. He pounded into her, again and again, until he felt every nerve ending he had center in his shaft. She stiffened. Her eyes went wide. She dug her fingers into his shoulder. "Greg?" Her voice was shaky. Her body rode his, hot liquid washing over him with every thrust of his manhood. He felt her body preparing, spiraling, the erotic tightening causing the exquisite friction to heighten. "I'm close sweetie, hang on." She shook her head frantically as her body coiled tighter, the tension building until she feared she couldn't stand it. There seemed to be no release from the coiling heat always building. His shaft slammed into as she rode him until he came inside her with a loud shout, like a long dormant volcano. Five long years, to be exact. "That's it, sweetie, let go. Fly for me. Right now. With me," he commanded and lowered his head and gentle bit her just between the soft juncture of her throat and shoulder. Turning onto his back, he brought her on top of him so that she was seated on his groin. Then the lovemaking began again, and the tempo was hers. Now she teased him expertly. She pressed him to surrender, to give her his ragged cry and all of his will. When he did, she was joyful. Then, as he felt himself beginning to climax, he turned so that she was on the bottom, pulling her legs up high as he drove into her. He felt her clamp down, her velvet sheath spasming, rippling, then gripping and milking him. He trailed kisses along her throat. She was soft and pliant in his arms, her body melting into his. Joined as they were, he could feel every aftershock and the continual grip and release of her vaginal muscles around his shaft. He waited until the shudders had calmed and her breath was nearly under control before he gently pulled out of her encompassing heat and allowed her feet to drop to the bed. "I lost myself. I've never felt like this before." Throughout the night, they made love in various positions. Positions she had tried before, but had never gotten anything out of them. With Greg, everything that they had done, had been very arousing and satisfying. All were immensely exciting and she had achieved an orgasm every time. Her favorites were the reverse cowgirl where she faced away from Greg, and doggy. In the morning she was a little sore. She turned to see that her lover was laying on his side and watching her with a huge grin. "What are you smiling about?" she asked. "Us," he answered. "Sit up." When she did, he grasped her wrists. "Kimberleigh," he said softly, "I want to try something different. Don't be scared, but you must trust me." Her throat muscles clenched as she swallowed. She wondered what he had in mind. She was sure it was going to be very erotic, though. She gave him a brave smile and nodded. Wanting to touch her, he combed his fingers through her long hair. "Are you sure?" She nodded more aggressively. Greg touched her lips with his, then drew back. "Close your eyes," he told her. When she did, he brought forth five scarves from behind his back. He kissed her tenderly, then blindfolded her. Then he looped scarves around her wrists and ankles, and tied the scarves end to the bed's posts. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine." Her voice quivered, but she smiled. He hesitated. Then he asked her again if she was okay. She nodded. Then he touched the soft petals of her sex with two fingers. He brought forth a bottle of honey and dripped some on her neck. Kimberleigh felt a drop of a warm sticky substance upon the hollow of her neck. Warm lips fastened on that spot in a heated kiss. Then his tongue swept the honey away in swirls that made her pulse pound. She arched her back in an unspoken plea. Another drop dropped onto her shoulder. More kisses and caresses of his lips and tongue followed. When the honey landed on her breast, she writhed against the bonds holding her, filled with anticipation. Her body became rigid with intense pleasure as he kissed and licked, swirling his tongue around a nipple, and then suckled strongly. He applied drops of warm honey all over her and kissed every inch of her skin in scorching kisses until her body screamed for release. "Please," she begged. "Please, what? Do you want me to continue?" he whispered, nuzzling her ear. He dropped honey on the inside of her thighs, and licked it off with slow, erotic strokes. When she felt a drop on her clit, she strained, desperate for his mouth to close over the swelling bud. She felt more honey being dribbled onto the soft petals of her sex. At the touch of his mouth on her nether lips, pleasure exploded throughout her body. She cried out and bucked her hips, grinding herself against his mouth as she climaxed. He quickly untied her and lifted her into his arms and placed her feet on the floor. Kimberleigh gripped his arms as her knees threatened to buckle. Meeting Mr. Right "Bend over the mattress." His voice was gentle, but a shaft of natural fear sliced through her. He lifted her hair and dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck. "Don't be afraid," he reassured her as she obeyed. His hands caressed her buttocks, kneading gently, then dipping into the crease of her wet sex, massaging her gently. She whimpered with need. Greg gripped her hips and she cried out as he thrust into her with sudden force. He was so big, hot and pulsing, stretching her to her limits. Wrapping an arm around her, he caressed her clit that had pushed through its protective hood. Kimberleigh cried out as her fingers clenched around the bed sheets as he penetrated her deeply. Lifting her hair, he nuzzled her neck, then nipped the soft flesh. Erotic pleasure shot through her as he suckled on her skin, at the same time his hips pumped into her. The mattress cushioned her against the force of his powerful thrusts. She felt the waves of ecstasy crash over her as her cries of release filled the bedroom. But Greg was not done with her yet. Not yet satisfied, he urged her into a position that had her lovely buttocks high in the air. Getting to his knees, he gripped her ankles, forcing her to open her legs more. He heard her gasp when he positioned his mouth in front of her glistening sex and brushed his nose against her aching clit, inhaling her scent of arousal. She rolled her hips, and a shiver went through her as she felt his tongue tease her nether lips, tasting her liquid heat that made his head spin. Dizzy with pleasure, he blinked and shook the fog from his brain. Driven by need, he swirled his tongue over her clit, stroking her sex all the way from clit to perineum. He slipped a hand around her bottom and pulled open her cheeks, his finger gliding over the small puckered opening of her rectum. Entirely lost in the moment, he licked, kissed, and sucked her clit, unable to get enough of her. Without really knowing what was happening between him and Kim, he indulged in her sweet surrender. He drove his tongue up inside her, his thumb working in and out of her anus. "So good," she cried out, bucking her sex against his mouth. "So fu...damn good." Then he was on his back. "Show me how much you want me, Kimberleigh Leighton. Climb on top of me and take me inside you, and let me watch you fu... I mean, make love to me." She gave him a sultry smile, climbed on top of him, peeled back her nether lips, and sank down on his shaft. "Ah, sweet Jesus," Greg moaned, his rod thickening and throbbing more deeply inside her. "Thank you, God, for Kim." "Are you praying, Greg?" she asked teasingly. He grinned. "Yes. And I should thank God every day for you. You feel so fu... I'm sorry, but I have to watch my language. I'm mean, you feel so darn amazing, that I want to give thanks." "I know what you mean, too." Rotating her hips, Kim cupped her bouncing breasts, threw her head back and moaned. She was a vision of beauty as he watched her ride him. She writhed against him, thrusting her hips forward. He watched as she reached down and began stroking her clit. Driven by extreme need, he gripped her hips, lifted her from his shaft and pushed her facedown onto the bed. He eased a pillow under her hips and she lay there before him, her gorgeous, curvy backside tipped upward, just begging to be made love to. What he intended to do, was not lust driven. It was just another way to show her how much he loved her, and wanted her. He positioned himself behind her and spread her lush cheeks. Her beautiful, brown, puckered opening tightened when he stroked it with his thumb. "Greg, I don't think that's a..." "Shhh," he interrupted through a haze of passion, and pinned her shoulders to the bed. "I know how to take care of you, Kimmy." He could feel her growing combination of nervousness and excitement. "But I've never done this kind of sex before." Good. He wanted to be the first. "You need to trust me, sweetie." "I do trust you," she said. "With your pleasure and a little pain?" "Yes," she whispered. With gentleness and care, he dipped into her channel to bring forth the evidence of her arousal, and lathered her rear entrance. Once she was well coated, he pushed one finger into her, opening her tight walls. He held still, giving her a moment to get used to the sensation. When he began inserting a second finger, she stiffened and tried to squirm away, but he held her down. "Hold still, Kimmy." "I'm not sure you should do..." "You need to trust that I know how to take care of you in this fashion." He pushed in deeper. When her muscles tightened around his fingers, he groaned deep in his throat. "Open for me." He felt her body relax. "Nice," he said and began thrusting his fingers inside her rectum slowly, gently, stroking her sensitive nerve endings. Soon her cries of protests turned into small moans of pleasure. "That's the way, sweetie," he murmured. With her heady scent of arousal permeated the air, he leaned over her. "I can smell your arousal, my love." "It's your fault," she whimpered. "Never have I felt this way before, Greg. It's making me want more of you." "Would you like to have anal sex with me?" "Only if it's by you, Greg. I have never trusted anyone else before with my body in that way." "Get up on your knees, sweetheart," he said, keeping his fingers buried between her buttocks. As she got on knees, he reached between her legs and stroked her clit. Her anal muscles clenched around his fingers. "You really like that, don't you?" He eased his fingers from her rectum and applied more of her lubricant around the small opening. Aching and trembling to take her anally, he positioned himself at her opening, then pushed against her. "I need to be inside you, Kimmy." When she nodded her approval, he pushed into her tight channel, slowly sinking in as he spread her wide open. A whimper escaped her lips as he slowly sank his shaft between her lovely derriere. She was so darn tight. "Oh, my Gooood..." she cried out, her fingers gripping the bed sheets. He pushed deeper, spreading her wider. "Does it hurt, love?" he asked, when a low moan escaped her. She nodded, but opened for him, and he pushed deeper. "It will hurt only a short time," he told her. "Just relax." Kim answered by pushing her buttocks against him, encouraging him to give her his full length. Once he was buried all the way in her rear passage, he began to thrust, slowly at first, but when she began moving against his thrusts, his slow pumps became more frenzied and demanding. He reached around and dipped into her sex and knew she was going to have an orgasm. He sped up his rhythm, giving her what she wanted and needed. When he felt her start to quiver beneath him, he felt his own orgasm approaching. "I want to feel you explode in my bum, Greg," she cried, her voice sounding rough and impatient. Hearing her words pushed him to the edge. He stiffened suddenly, and groaned out loud. Then he began thrusting again, releasing his seed deep inside her as they both climaxed. As his warmth flooded her, she also felt the erotic pulse of his shaft. "That's it, baby. Come for me," he murmured. Her spasms milking him, draining him completely. He stayed inside her until their tremors subsided. He pulled out and dropped beside her on the bed. "Are you okay?" he asked while stroking the curve of her sexy bottom in a soothing manner. "I'm good," she reassured him. "I had no idea anal sex could be so incredible. You always seem to know what I need?" Greg brushed his fingers over her cheeks. "You are so gorgeous when you orgasm." "You think so?" "I don't think, I know. I would like to see you orgasm every day for the rest of our lives." She grinned playfully. "At least twice a day," she said. He brushed her hair away from her face as they lay on their sides. A few moments later, her heart finally settled into a normal pace. Still blindfolded, she lay exhausted on the bed. The bed sagged beside her. His hand cupped her chin, tilting it up for another deep kiss. "Let's go for a shower, sweetie." After they had a shower, they continued having sex. Only this time it was Kimberleigh doing the honors of giving Greg oral sex. She dropped to her knees in front of him and moved between his legs. She had his penis in her mouth before he knew her intent. He was fully erect in no time at all. "Sweet God Almighty, Kimmy. That's... Ahhh... Damn, you are good." She hummed and sucked, briefly releasing him with a loud pop. "I've had a lot of experience, Greg," she told him. Then she took him into her mouth once again. He groaned. She wrapped her fingers around the base, pleased that he kept his pubic hair trimmed. She lost herself in the warm smoothness of his shaft sliding back and forth over her tongue. With each sucking pass she brought him deeper until the blunt head rubbed against the back of her soft throat. Then she teased him by flicking her tongue over the sensitive spot below the plump crest. The clean taste of him flowed through her. She took her time, getting out every ounce of pleasure for him, every bit of power for herself. Greg's moans escalated. His hips twisted off the bed. Kimberleigh knew he struggled not to grab her hair, forcing her to satisfy him in a much faster way. His fists clenched at his sides as his climax neared. She looked up at him when the entire length of his shaft was lodged deep in her throat. He peered down at her from half closed eyes. His nostrils flared. His lips were parted, allowing his breath to escape in short, hot bursts. "Kimmy. Finish me. Please." With a nod, she reached between his legs and stroked his sac. She rubbed the area in front of the anus and his shaft seemed to lengthen against her tongue. Using her hand together with her mouth, she sent him flying. She swallowed every drop of his thick, creamy sperm as he climaxed, his mutterings were music to her ears. After Greg's quickly softening penis slipped from her mouth, he fell back on the bed. Kim kissed his taut belly, then made her way to his chest. "Thank you, sweetheart," he murmured when her lips met his. He tasted himself as she deepened the kiss. Soon he felt himself harden as she straddled his hips and pressed her sex against him. After three months of marriage, Kim found out that she was pregnant. Elated, she couldn't wait to tell her husband. When she did tell him, he was just as elated as she was. She was so glad that she was going to be a mother. At forty years of age, better late than never. THE END