Page 103 of The Pacifist
Physical contact between us had always been as easy as breathing. I rained kisses down on her while we helped each other undress and get under the covers. The feeling of her naked body against mine was arousing and licking the valley between her breasts felt satisfying in itself.
"Are we really doing it this time?"
She whispered her short answer into my ear. "Yes."
The thought that we were about to take our relationship to the closest physical level a man and woman could reach together was exhilarating.
Everything happened organically, from kissing to rubbing against each other. We were rocking slowly, neither of us forcing or pacing anything. It felt like no time had passed since the last time we had ground against each other.
At first, I was focused on our kissing but then Mila wriggled into position, making the tip of my cock slide up between her folds. When I pressed at her entrance, I kept looking into the beautiful eyes of my best friend in the whole world, worried that she might not like it, but Mila kept smiling at me.
With every rocking movement I penetrated her a little more.
“It feels good, Jonah.”
I couldn’t answer her. My throat was only able to produce inarticulate sounds as I pushed deeper, hoping I wouldn’t hurt her.
“Yes.” Leaning her head back, Mila arched a little and in doing so she pushed her amazing breasts upward toward me like a delicious serving of herself. My head lowered and my tongue slid across her skin and then an instinctual need made me suckle her hard nipples.
“Mmm.” Another sweet moan from Mila gave me confidence that she enjoyed this too.
The warmth that radiated from her made me want to go as deep as I could possibly go into this gorgeous woman who was by some great miracle giving herself to me. Her eyes became hooded and her breathing shallow as sweet little moans came from her.
Making a sound of deep appreciation, I whispered, “You’re perfect.”
Being inside a woman was a new experience to me, but as Mila wrapped her arms around me and pulled me up for more kissing, I knew this was my new favorite thing in the world.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Not as much as I love you,” I pushed a little harder inside her.
“I want you so much.” Mila raised her legs and locked her feet around my waist. With her arms already wrapped around my neck, and us connected at our cores, she whispered while looking deep into my eyes. “Now we’re as close as we can ever get.”
I stopped rocking my hips and just took a second to enjoy the way our hearts were beating against each other and the oneness I felt with her. “This is magical. Like coming home.”
“Welcome home, then…” Her laugh was sweet and melodic, and then she moved to show me that she wanted more of our lovemaking.
In my mind I thought aboutForbidden Letters from the Northand the many positions they had discussed in that book. In the past I’d had always imagined sex to be a somewhat mechanical activity that required variation and creativity, but nothing could make me change my position from being between Mila’s legs. Being face to face with her and feeling her gorgeous naked body wrapped around mine was satisfying on such a deep level that I didn’t want it to ever stop. “I want this to last forever.”
“Me too.”
Every erogenous zone was activated, and her cute panting and moaning in my ear combined with the sweet friction between us brought out a new side of me. I didn’t want to hurt her, but my hips pushed in and out of her faster and harder.
“Fuck yes.” My politeness was gone and left me reduced to a man with a raw and primal desire for his woman. “Is this passionate enough for you?”
“Yes. So good…” Mila was panting like me and as I pulled back to look into her eyes, I saw only intense lust for me.
She is the sexiest woman in the world.The words in my head made it impossible for me to hold back anymore. “I’m coming,” I warned and pushed at her legs to break free from her hold.
Mila lifted her head to see when I spurted semen on her belly and pelvis area. “Wow.”
We were both breathing heavily and stared at the clear fluid on her stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I said and lay down beside her. “I couldn’t hold it back.”
“Don’t be sorry. It was amazing.”
“But you didn’t come.”
