Quickies

“I want to… oh god.” He gasped again when one of her hands snuck behind her back, pressing his cock, which had made a wet precum trail along the groove of her ass. “Oh my god, that’s good. I want to fuck you, Holly, I want to be inside you.”

“Mmm.” She rubbed him a little faster, her expert thumb caressing the sensitive frenulum. “Good. More.”

“I have to.” His hips pressed her upward, and she delighted in his strength, how in-check it was in the moment, its potential for unleashing. “Oh please, I want you, I want to fuck you, take you…” He let out a low growl when she wrapped her hand completely around his cock. “I could devour you.”

“Yes!” She squeezed, released. Again. Again. “Tell me. Tell me, Brian.”

“Ahhhhh god I want to crawl inside you!” His hands went to her hips and she didn’t stop him, rocking back against his cock, still tight in her fist, her pussy spreading wetness over his lower belly. “I could tear you apart just to get inside you, ahhh god I want you, every fucking inch of you.”

“Look at me-into my eyes.” Her words were breathless-it excited her to see him, to hear him, like this. His eyes were open, barely, but he focused on her face. “Do you feel it between us?”

He nodded, gulped.

“This is everything, right here, you and me.” She knelt above him, now, still straddling, one hand pressed against his chest, the other encircling his cock. “This is what moves the world. This is life. This is love.”

His eyes were wide now. She saw surprise, a glimpse of fear, realization. That last thrilled her as she positioned herself over him, guided him.

“Do you really feel it?” She whispered, his cock poised, ready.

His hands moved over her belly-soft, flat, quivering-cradling her hips in wonder, as if he held the whole of creation between his hands. And he did.

“Do you feel it here?” Holly squeezed his cock, eliciting a low moan.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel it here?” She rubbed her hand over his chest, his heart, looking deep into his eyes.

He swallowed, nodded. “Yes. Yes.”

“Remember,” she whispered, shifting her hips and letting him inside of her. He was young, inexperienced, and had never felt the first blissful moment of entry. She

didn’t expect him to last past that moment, and was surprised when his eyes stayed focused on hers instead of closing in climax, his hands steady on her hips.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words were so genuine they made her flush with pleasure, and she showed him her gratitude, moving her hips in slow, easy circles.

His eyes did flutter closed then, but she pressed him, “look at me,” and he did.

“Don’t try to escape from the feeling. Come into it. With me.” She leaned in to capture his mouth, their kiss soft but full of feeling. “With me.” He moved naturally, his hips rocking with her. “Oh my god.”

“Yes, exactly.” She smiled against his cheek, pressing her breasts to his chest.

“This is how we make love, our flesh, in and out…” The sound of their wet coupling filled the room. “But we’re making love, all of us, all the time.” She felt him listening-his whole body was listening-and she took advantage of the teaching moment. “My breath. Your breath. In and out. That’s how we make love to the divine. It’s no different.”

Her lips trailed across his jaw, leaving soft, warm kisses toward his ear. “Spirit is everywhere. It isn’t up there or out there. It’s in here. In me. In you. Our flesh, joined.

One.”

His hands tightened on her behind, pressing in deep, making her gasp and moan. At the sound of her pleasure, his cock swelled inside of her.

Holly hid her smile against his neck. “But we don’t have to talk about it. We can just feel it.” She used the tight, velvet muscles of her pussy to squeeze him, making his head rock, side to side, his eyes closing in blissful agony.

“And it doesn’t always look like this,” she murmured, urging him over with her, pulling him on top of her. He looked surprised but pleased by the change, propping himself above her. “Sometimes it’s raw. Animal. You know that feeling? That wild man feeling you told me about?”

He nodded, his eyes so hungry they filled her with heat. “I feel that, too. And I want to feel that from you.”

“You do?” he asked, cautious.

She arched, bit her lip, grabbed his upper arms and squeezed. “God, yes!”

“Oh Holly,” he groaned, his cock throbbing, literally throbbing, between her legs.

She rarely felt such urgency anymore, and it made her melt.

”Show me!” she urged, pulling him closer, her teeth lightly raking his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me this time- show me how you feel, how much you want-” He growled and bucked on top of her, the force of his hips driving her into the bed, and she gasped at his need, taking everything he gave her and begging for more.