HIM

He leans against the window frame looking down on the city lights. The moon illuminates his naked body and seems to make him glow. I watch him from the hallway and my heart begins to race. He has been in my life for years. His friendship is what has kept me sane through everything in the past few years. He stood up to my now ex-husband when he was verbally abusing me. He drove me to court the day we finalized the divorce. He has shared in my pain and my joy. I am not sure when I actually fell in love with him. Perhaps it was the day we met, but to be honest, I can’t remember a time that I didn’t love him. With him, I feel safe and complete. I feel loved and like I belong. I have never experienced love so pure and deep. I never, not for one moment, believed that he would feel the same way about me. I knew long before anything other than friendship happened between us, that I would love this man forever. I will never forget the first time he kissed me. That first kiss was hesitant at first. It was full of fear and doubt from both of us. When he first kissed me, I was so surprised that I just stood there, but then I kissed him back. When I did, the fear and doubt left the kiss, and he began to kiss me urgently and passionately, even hungrily. I still remember what he said when we broke from the kiss. “Damn it! Why couldn’t you have sucked at that?” We were both breathing heavily from just that one kiss, and we both smiled and laughed at his words. His hands softly caressed my face as we giggled. And yes, we giggled like little kids. Nervously and quietly, we giggled and smiled. Nothing ever felt more right than that kiss and every kiss since then. It is like a dream. Here we are, 10 years later, standing in my living room. He doesn’t realize that I am watching him or that I have even gotten out of bed. His handsome face and beautiful brown eyes look down on the sleepy city. His muscles are relaxed but obvious. I quietly approach him from behind and gently run my fingers down his back. He gasps slightly as I kiss and nip at his shoulder. As I continue to kiss, nip, and lick his shoulders and back, a soft moan escapes his mouth. I slowly work my way around in front of him kissing and nipping all the while. He looks at me with his deep brown eyes, and I realize that he is everything I have ever wanted and needed. I feel his manhood growing against my thigh and I smile at him. I run my hands over his chest and stomach followed by my tongue. As my tongue gets closer to his manhood, he moans again and whispers “my love” softly a few times. His hands are intertwined in my long, wavy hair, and as I run my tongue down the shaft of his cock, he clenches his fists and pulls my hair. I take his head in teasingly and let him feel the soft, wet heat of my mouth around him and then pull back. I look up and smile at him wickedly from my prone position on the floor in front of him. We lock eyes, I place my hands on his hips, and roughly turn and push him ass first against the window while taking his cock into my mouth. He moaned “I want to fuck you” loudly as I swallowed his cock. His fingers tightened in my hair as he guided my head, and therefore my mouth, up and down on his cock several times. I could feel his cock growing larger and harder in my mouth. He moaned “Please let me fuck you” as he moved my head back so that he could look me in the eyes. He roughly pulled me to my feet, never breaking eye contact, and kissed me hard and hungrily. His hands left my hair and slid down my back. He grabbed my ass, picked me up, and impaled me with his cock. I moaned as he penetrated me and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me the few steps to the couch and we fell onto it as he began to rhythmically move inside me. Greedily and hungrily, he thrust into me until I was on the verge of an orgasm. As he felt me tighten around him before I came, he stopped moving and smiled down at me. “Not yet my love,” he whispered. “I want you to beg for it.” He pulled out of me then, and began to suck my breast while his hand found my clit. As his fingers nimbly massaged my clit, his mouth left my breast and began to move down my stomach. Kissing, licking, and nipping at me until his tongue replaced his fingers on my clit. I moaned as his tongue worked my clit, one hand caressed and pinched my nipple, and the fingers of his other hand entered me. He knew how to please me in ways no one had ever pleased me before, and he liked to torture me with pleasure. As I neared climax again, I began begging him to fuck me anyway he wanted. “PLEASE!” I moaned repeatedly. I felt his tongue moving up my belly again, and then he was kissing me roughly. He pushed his tongue into my mouth at the same time that he shoved his cock back into me. As he released the kiss, he thrust again and I screamed in ecstasy. As he thrust, I yelled “harder baby, harder,” and I came as he pounded away at my pussy. The harder and faster he thrust, the more intense the orgasms became for me until finally, I felt him stiffen and slow as each thrust went deeper and stayed a little longer. I smiled as he came inside me and then collapsed against me. As he started to try and catch his breath, he smiled at me and winked. “Did you cum?” he asked with a laugh.