Rated NC-17 for graphic sexual content. Hooray!
Touch Of My Hand-Chapter 2
by darthelwig
Adam was lying in his bed, his mind, as always, on Joan. Her image haunted him mercilessly these days. Everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of her. Even now, as he lay there counting the cracks in the ceiling, she was there- a vision stamped on his eyelids.
“Jane,” he whispered, to no one in particular. His fingers came up to his lips, touching the place where she had been. He could still feel her there, like their breaths were still intermingling. A small smile flirted around the corners of his mouth as he immersed himself in a daydream of her.
He imagined her standing in his room, the only illumination coming from the streetlights outside. I his mind, he let himself undress her, slowly and tentatively, taking his time. His eyes absorbed the sight of her bare skin, so pure and perfect and smooth.
His lips moved unbidden to her throat, her shoulders and breasts. He cupped them in his palms, savoring the weight and feel, before allowing his eager mouth to devour her. He could hear her gasp as he sucked and licked her nipples, loving the taste and texture of her. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his name a breathless whisper on her lips.
He moved his own lips lower, following his roving hands in their exploration of her body. He avoided tasting her sex for the time being, though, wanting her naked on his bed. He laid her down gently, their eyes locked on each other. Her fingers were fumbling with his fly, so he helped her to remove his clothes.
Adam’s fingers trailed over his bare chest. In his imagination, those fingers were Joan’s. She was exploring every inch of him with her fingertips and lips, teasing him with her playful touch.
Adam moved his fingers down, pulling his shorts down with them, taking his now rock-hard penis in hand and stroking it lightly. In his fantasy land, Joan was stroking him, learning the silken feel of his skin there. Before he knew it, her mouth was on him, taking his erection into her hot, wet mouth- hesitantly at first, but then with renewed determination. He watched her head bobbing up and down on his shaft, her full lips and soft tongue sending wave after wave of pleasure jolting through him. He couldn’t catch his breath.
“Let me, Jane,” he whispered, slowing his fist as it worked hi straining cock. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to taste her first. His lips parted, his tongue darting out to moisten them. His breathing was quick and shallow, his face flushed from both desire and exertion.
In his head, he tasted her, letting his tongue glide between her secret folds. Her scent filled his nostrils; her taste drew him down for more.
She was moaning and writhing on his bed, a slave to the ecstasy he was lavishing on her. His fingers spread her wider so he could bring his tongue to the very heart of her pleasure, making her gasp his name. He didn’t let up until she finally reached her climax, her hips bucking up against his face as he lapped her juices.
Adam placed small kisses on the smooth skin of Joan’s stomach until her breathing slowed and she became aware of him once again. Without a word, their eyes met and he positioned himself above her. Joan’s lips were parted and Adam bent his head down to capture them in a searing kiss. His hand was pumping furiously at his cock as he imagined entering her for the first time, feeling her draw a quick breath as he broke through her virgin barrier. The he could feel nothing but her- tight and wet. They fit like she was made for him.
He plunged himself into her, each thrust bringing a strangle cry of pleasure from deep within her. Joan’s head was thrown backwards, her back arched and breasts straining towards him. He suckled her nipples as he brought himself deeper and deeper inside of her. Their rhythm increased in force until he felt her muscles clamp down around his erection, squeezing and pumping him. He thrust into her one final time and cried out his pleasure as he reached orgasm, shooting his hot, sticky cum deep inside of her. His body stiffened, then jerked and spasmed as the ecstasy overwhelmed him.
Panting, breathless, Adam opened his eyes. He had shot his load all over his stomach, so he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to clean himself up. The world, his room, seemed empty without Joan there with him. He pulled up his shorts and lay back down, sighing.
He would see her tomorrow. That would have to do. And maybe, someday, he would get to share that experience with her. There was nothing in the world he wanted more.
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