Page 17 of Heart Strings

I needed something stronger. Something that would gather my scattered mind and give it a direction.

Subtle hands lifted my shirt and began creeping their way upwards. With every inch of my body on red alert, I felt the hands there and gave a tiny wriggle of excitement to find out just where they would go next.

The tips of the fingers met the underwire of my bra and stopped. A wet, questioning force touched my lip, but my mind was too frozen to answer, waiting to see. Would the hands go over or under?

Hands enveloped my breasts and I moaned, letting the tongue cross the threshold of my lips. My own tongue jumped into action, turning our kiss sloppy, but deep and passionate. Bulging shoulders rippled under my hands. My hands. What had they been doing for the past couple minutes?

It didn’t matter, but they had a job to do now. Al had to move his hands so I could pull his shirt over his head. Cool air kissed my breasts. I knew my bra and shirt were pushed up, leaving them exposed, ready for Al to-

The feeling of sharp but gentle teeth playing with my nipples wrung a sharp gasp out of me. Al’s weight instantly shifted away from me, and in the dim light from the window I could just make out his concern.I was surprised,I should have explained.The shirt blocked my view. I didn’t see what you were doing.

Explanations weren’t sexy. I gathered a fistful of Al’s hair and pulled him back down to my attention-loving nipples, showing him in the best way that I loved it and I didn’t want him to stop.

In between a variety of gasps and moans, I managed to work off my own shirt and bra. The constrictions were gone and I suddenly felt free. I used that freedom to sit up and put new life into my kisses, letting them tilt my head first to the left, then to the right, and then…wherever felt good.

Something had been growing within me under Al’s licks and nibbles - a new feeling. An intense one. One I hadn’t felt in a while. Kisses had made my lips slick, and now an entirely different set of lips was feeling the heady effects of Al’s perfect, masculine body.

And…I was curious. My knee had brushed between Al’s legs, but not enough to know if what I had felt was what I thought it was. I wanted to know for sure. I wanted to know if he was feeling this with me.

My hand crept down a sculpted chest, found a pair of shorts with a stretchy waistband, and slipped underneath them. Underneath those was another layer of fabric…covering something long and hard that twitched at even my gentlest touch. I wanted to do more than touch it. I wanted his cock to touch me, between my legs, slow, fast and deep.

But first…I needed to sate my curiosity.

Al broke the kiss as I wrapped my whole hand around him, delicately closing each finger like I was playing piano keys in sequence. His chest rose into my vision as he threw his head back, and suddenly I realized, wow...there was so much more of him to kiss. Untapped, uncharted planes of skin, layered with tattoos and stretched taut over lickable muscles.

I wanted to do so much to his body. Luckily, I could do it all at once. My hand pumped up and down in a slow but steady motion, giving my nipples and mouth ample time to brush over every enticing inch of Al’s body. The ever-growing pool of juices forced me to clench my thighs to control the building ache between my legs.

For a while, Al let me learn him, feel what every inch of him was like…but I got the feeling patience wasn’t one of Al’s strong points. I could feel it, that exact moment when he decided he wanted - needed - more, but he didn’t flip me over or tell me with words.

He reached down a hand, pulled down my shorts and panties with one swift jerk, and slipped two fingers into my throbbing wetness.

If I had made a sound it would have been a scream. My throat knew this and closed over the exhale of air, turning it into a high-pitched whine as the ache down there actually intensified. This was what I had wanted all along, this contact, but…oh! To be teased with just two slow, gentle fingers, when slow and gentle would only drive me insane and never get me anywhere.

Somewhere in the back of my mind - the last sane part not overcome with the desire for pleasure - I realized that this was Al’s ploy. If I couldn’t control my own desire, I’d give him what he wanted…me.

Cheeky Cuban.

I divested him and me of the rest of our clothes immediately. His hard cock pressed against the readiness of my slick folds, sliding back and forth and coating my thighs in my own arousal. If those lips could scream, they would have, begging Al to stop this, quit the teasing and just-

Wait, I was on top. What was I waiting for?

I felt the tip prodding and shifted my hips, taking his cock inside me. We gasped together, our arms locked around each other as I eased myself onto every inch. My tightness adjusted to his width as he slowly pushed in and pulled out, giving me a few seconds to wrap my head around this pleasure.

But we had played with each other for too long to take this slow for long. Al was trying to take it slow, and I had wanted that too at first, but his muscles were straining not to listen to the primal part of him that told him to go faster. The ache in my lower belly was still there, but I had a feeling what would cure it.

“Oh, Al,” I moaned, moving my hips up and down, sliding against him. My hands guided his to my breasts. Renewed pleasure made me gasp as he started helping me, thrusting his hips to meet mine halfway and pinching my nipples.

“You feel so good…you’re so wet,” Al breathed in my ear when I leaned down to kiss his chest. A certain part of him agreed with his words and thrust faster.

But he couldn’t thrust as fast as we wanted with him underneath me. And I couldn’t bounce up and down fast enough, either.

So, with a moan of readiness and agreement and “why didn’t you do this sooner,” I ended up on the bottom, and…

Al went at it. The tendons in his neck bulged. Each quick breath marked a thrust. My hands grasped at anything they could reach - blankets, Al’s straining arms, and my own breasts.

The ache disappeared and a slow, rising burn took its place. My ass slapped against his hips with every thrust, and our bodies found that perfect angle that turned his breaths frantic and opened my eyes wide.

All at once, the burn turned into a roaring fire that consumed my entire body and mind with an inferno of pleasure. I had no idea what was happening and I didn’t need to know, because I was floating on an orgasm high and my body only came down slowly, slowly.

The first thing I noticed was that my muscles were so rigid they hurt, and when I relaxed them I felt like a freshly-cooked piece of linguine. I was gelatin to be molded by Al’s gentle arms that reached out and pulled me to him, cradling me against his chest.

“It’s been a while,” I murmured sleepily.

“What?”

“I don’t usually get off from just that.” Why was I talking about this now? I didn’t want to do anything but close my eyes and lie here forever.

“Hush. Go to sleep.”

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