Part 561
"When did you-" Kevin asked, standing Lynne gently in front of him.
"I-" she began, but was cut off by Kevin’s mouth crashing down on hers, devouring her like a man seated before his last meal. He felt good. He felt so damned good, and the taste of him was better beyond compare to any of her meager memories.
"I missed you," he whimpered, tearing his mouth away only to trail hot, wet kisses down her throat to the vee of her soft cotton top.
"Mmm … me too," she sighed, fisting her hands in his hair to pull him even closer and then moaning as Kevin’s tongue dipped beneath the fabric to tease her cleavage. "Kevin-"
"Mm hmm?" he seemed to ask, drawing intricate designs on her chest with the tip of his tongue.
Lynne shivered as his breath, hot as it was, cooled the moist trails on her fevered flesh. "Need you, Kevin."
"Uh huh," he agreed, pushing aside the fabric over her shoulder and gently sinking his teeth into the skin.
"Now, Kev," she panted. "Baby, I need you now."
Kevin lifted his head, his eyes a deep dark emerald as he looked steadily into Lynne’s. Nodding his head in affirmation, he brushed the backs of his fingers over Lynne’s cheek. "Let’s go," he said simply, his voice soft and low. Picking Lynne up as if she were a feather on the wind, he carried her to his bed. Leaning on one knee, with her still in his arms, he dipped his head to kiss her. Tipping her gently backward, they fell onto the bed, Kevin rolling to the side so that Lynne wouldn’t be crushed beneath him. His arms held her as close as he could, and there wasn’t a centimeter of space between their bodies as they kissed.
His fingers deftly undid the buttons on the front of her blouse, and when his fingertips encountered nothing but skin he groaned in agony. The fabric parted, revealing just a teasing inch of naked flesh, and Kevin drew one finger down the length of her chest, between her breasts and stopping just at the waistband of her slacks. Again, Lynne shivered at his touch, arching her back, restlessly seeking more of his touch.
"So soft," he murmured, his hand searching beneath her blouse and spanning her ribcage. The soft swell of her breast rested against his knuckles and he lifted his hand slightly, nudging the softly rounded skin. She swallowed back a cry, wanting his hands on her. Now.
"Kevin, please," she begged.
But he ignored her, taking his pleasure in the slow torture. There was something so arousing, so forbidden, about touching beneath clothing. As a teen it had been exciting and new, but as an adult it added an entirely new element to their lovemaking. His hand gently cupped her breast, his thumb brushing lightly over her nipple as it swelled, tenting the soft cotton covering. He flicked it back and forth, all the while brushing soft kisses over her forehead and through her hair. She was squirming beneath his arm, desperate for more when he suddenly pushed aside her blouse, held her a bit tighter in his hand, and closed his mouth over her breast. Suckling firmly, he used his tongue and teeth to tease the nipple to aching hardness.
With a cry of relief, Lynne wrapped her fingers in his long silken hair, arching her back and urging him onward. The light from the window was blotted out as Kevin rose above her, taking her other breast in his other hand and paying it due homage. His erection strained against the confines of his tight jeans and throbbed against her thigh as he rocked his hips searching for some small relief of his own. Without warning, Lynne parted her thighs allowing Kevin to rest in their cradle. It was a perfect fit. With just a little maneuvering, their hips met and Kevin’s hardness was pressing right where Lynne needed him the most.
"Kevin, stop," she said, suddenly pushing at his shoulders.
"Not yet," he whispered, lifting his head away just long enough to trade sides. As his mouth covered Lynne’s other breast, she temporarily gave up the fight, closing her eyes as he licked and sucked, tasting every inch of the firm swollen flesh.
Kevin cast his eyes upward as he loved her, and the look on her face was pure bliss. He watched her breath hitch as he sucked harder, and as he tugged at her swollen nipple with his teeth, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her parched lips. Her hips rose rhythmically against his own, and he could feel the heat coming off of her in waves. Sitting up, astride her hips, he pulled her up as well, divesting her of her blouse and tossing it to the floor. Her face was a picture of wanton desire, and he cupped it in his hands and kissed her sweetly. "I love you, Lynne," he whispered brokenly.
Lynne’s eyes were wet as she responded. "I love you, too."
"Lie back, baby," he said, pushing her gently backward, his hand behind her head. Once she was settled against the pillows, he softly kissed his way down her front, nuzzling the soft valley between her breasts, and teasing their underside with his nose. She giggled at first, but when he trailed wet kisses down and over her tummy, she gasped. "Damn baby, you’re so soft. Right here," he said popping the snap on her slacks and kissing the soft skin around her bellybutton. He licked the soft spot, dipping his tongue into her navel as he slowly drew down the zipper. "Lift up, Lynne," he commanded, and she complied, her hips rising off the bed as he tugged her slacks and panties down in one fluid motion. When they hung on her knees, he climbed backward off the bed, pulling them off the rest of the way and leaving her beautifully nude in front of him.
She stretched luxuriously, running her hands through her hair and sighing in contentment. Opening her eyes partway, she saw that Kevin was simply standing there, watching her with a hunger in his eyes that thrilled her no end. Smiling secretively she reached out a hand, the invitation clearly stated. The invitation was accepted as Kevin propped one knee on the bed, reached out and ran his hands down her thighs. His hands skimmed her legs, first on the outside and then the inside, coming to rest in the heated delta where they met. Pressing gently, he urged her to open to him and as she did, this simple act of giving threatened to overwhelm him.
It was broad daylight, and the sunlight filtering in through the sheer drapes reflected off her moist folds and caused his mouth to water in anticipation. Pushing her thighs farther apart, a single drop of moisture glistened and he reached out, capturing it with his index finger and drawing it upwards through her swollen folds to rest on her clit, where he pressed gently. Lynne trembled beneath his hand and it took every ounce of willpower he had to go slow. Slowly he began to move, rubbing his finger in small circles, every so often retreating to dip into the well of moisture below. Her hips rose to meet his hand, and when her hands moved to her own breasts, Kevin nearly came on the spot.
"Feel good?" he asked softly, keeping up his ministrations as he watched Lynne touch herself.
"Mm hmm," she sighed. "More."
Leaning closer, he began to use both hands, slipping two fingers effortlessly inside her as his other fingers brushed her swollen button from side to side. "Better?"
"Oh yes," she sighed, her body tensing with impending release. "So good, Kev, so good…"
Kevin watched her coil tighter and tighter, and knew she would snap at any moment. "Come on, baby," he coaxed her.
"Want you.." she implored, torn between fulfillment now or even better ecstasy with Kevin inside her.
"Soon, baby," he promised. "Take this one, Lynne. Just take it and enjoy it."
"Yeah?" she asked on a whimper.
"Yeah, baby, there’s more where this came from." He watched her sigh, her eyes closed tightly shut as she let go, allowing herself to plummet over the edge of bliss. Her body trembled and her thighs closed over his hands, trying to stop the almost unbearable waves of her orgasm as it rocked her body, but Kevin kept moving, pulling yet a second smaller orgasm from her before sitting back and simply watching her. Lynne in the aftermath of lovemaking was more beautiful than anything he’d ever witnessed and he had to have her.
Swiftly his clothes were shed, and as Lynne sleepily opened her eyes, Kevin was there with her, once again settling himself between her thighs but with one difference.
"About time you lost those clothes Richardson," Lynne said sleepily, looking up into his eyes.
"The better to love you with," he grinned.
"I’ll say," she agreed, reaching between their bodies to grasp him and guide him home.
"Damn, baby," he sighed, gritting his teeth as she stroked him firmly.
"Feels good," she said. "You feel good."
"Stop baby, or it’s gonna be over too soon," he insisted, sitting back on his heels and moving her hands away.
"Kevin," she whispered, "make love with me. I missed you so much and I need you. Please?"
Kevin looked down at the woman he loved and his heart overflowed. His hand strayed to his erection and he stroked himself without thinking as Lynne’s eyes moved downward.
"God, that’s hot …" she murmured, reaching her own hand out for him, but touching herself instead. Sighing deeply, she stroked herself in rhythm with Kevin and was close to coming again when he lay down against her, slipping easily into her hot moist depths.
"Jesus," he groaned as he felt her walls tighten around him in response. There was nothing like this in the world, the feeling of being welcomed home into your lover’s body and knowing that it’s for you and you alone. Lynne’s legs lifted around his back and he pressed deeper inside her. Her heard her gasp and stopped. "Gotta move, baby, I have to move."
"’S’okay, Kev, I’m okay. Do it."
He felt her body open more to him and knew she spoke the truth. With a graceful sliding motion, he rocked his hips, slipping deeply within and then nearly withdrawing completely. He was harder than he’d been in months, possibly ever and in what seemed like no time, he felt the inevitable tightening in his groin, the precursor to the end. "Fuck," he mumbled. "Damn, Lynne-"
"Me too, Kev, me too," Lynne panted. "Oh god." Lynne was close again, so damn close, but Kevin was closer and she wanted this to be perfect. Slipping a slender hand between them, she took matters into her own hands.
Kevin felt her hand in between them as her fingertips brushed the coarse curls that surrounded his penis and each time he entered her, he trapped her hand, helping her along in her quest for completion. Somehow she managed to also slip her fingers around the base of his slick erection and as he pulled out, she touched him, too.
"Holy shit, Lynne, I can’t wait." With a shout he emptied his body into hers as she convulsed around him, milking every last drop from his willing core.
When they finally stopped trembling, Kevin rolled to the side, taking Lynne with him in a tight embrace. "I love you," he whispered brokenly into her hair.
"You said that already," she laughed, "but I love you too." Sighing, she rested her head on his shoulder. "We’re late for lunch," she observed, looking over his shoulder at the clock on the nightstand.
"Fuck ‘em," he said lifting her fingers to his mouth and sucking them. "I have all I need to eat right here."
Lynne laughed as he twisted around and buried his nose in the curls at her thighs, but sobered as she watched his cock begin to harden right in front of her face. Leaning forward to lick just the tip, she said, "Come to think of it, so do I."