The Bonding

I wanted our next night together to be unforgettable.  We hadn’t had much time alone together, aside from a quick interlude in the bathroom.  It was my fault of course.  I was wearing a tight royal blue shirt and a short skirt.  When he arrived to take Linda, my aunt, and myself out, I told him that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.  He took my hand and dragged me into a long adjoining bathroom.  It felt sneaky and exciting.  There is truly something to be said about doing something you are not supposed to be doing!

He did not say a word.  He just got on his knees, hiked my skirt over my hips, and ate me out as I stood there trembling.  As he crouched, he realized quickly that I had shaved myself completely bare.  I heard a quick, “oh my God”, and he buried his face between my legs.  At the moment, I could not think of a time in my life that I could have possible been happier.  I was in complete ecstasy as I fought to keep my shaking legs from buckling underneath me.  When I came on him, I was a little embarrassed because it was rather wet, but he seemed to be far from offended by the shower.  We heard voices outside the door for the first time.  We quickly cleaned ourselves and left with the others.  We smiled at each other during the entire night, knowing our little secret escapade.

Our next date was to be just the two of us at last.  I felt like it was my turn to set the mood.  My aunt was away for the weekend, and I had the entire beach house to myself, so I invited him over for dinner.  I bought cheese and crackers for an appetizer, along with a bottle of wine, and prepared a seafood dinner.  We drank wine, nibbled on the cheese and crackers, and chatted happily for hours.  After it had gotten dark outside, it proved to be a cooler night.  What a great reason to start the gas powered fireplace!  I felt kind of cheesy, setting the stage for romance, but I simply could not help myself.  The ambiance came together quite nicely once the fire finally started after a long struggle, and we spilled the remainder of the wine on the carpet.  I loved that we could laugh together and talk with one another for hours on end.  I just could not seem to get enough of him and all of his life stories.

We lay together on the couch in front of the fire and shared our deep and dark secrets.  He told me that there was a really dark side to him that I might not like, but at the time I could not imagine it.  I talked a bit about a sadder side to me.  We also discussed what we both wanted out of life.  In the end of the long conversation about how each of us was really a mess, we seemed to form some kind of formidable bond.  He told me that we need to stick together, and those were the words I have never forgotten.  I wanted him so bad at that moment.  I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted him forever.

There was a giant bathtub in the master bathroom that I started to fill with water.  I thought it would be fun for us to bathe together.  This would be the number two romantic cliché for the night, but as I had said before, I was on vacation!  He insisted that I get in, and he started to wash me.  He refused to take off his clothes and join me.  I decided that it was his turn to call the shots, and I was happy to oblige.  His hands moved all over my body slowly.  I couldn’t move.  I just laid back, closed my eyes, and moaned at his touch.  His washing seemed to become concentrated on a focused area between my legs.  I could not believe how absolutely exquisite his hands were on me.  If I tried to move, he gently pushed me back to settle me down and excite me at the same time.  He brought me to orgasm right in the tub.  Once the storms of orgasms ceased, I told him that that was it, and it was “on” now. 

I jumped out of the tub and took his clothes off.  He had one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen.  I prayed that this would be the body I would spend the rest of my life with.  I massaged him and kissed him everywhere attempting to tease him a bit, but found I was only teasing myself.  The lust inside of me made me want to climb on top of him again, but he said no sternly.  He grabbed my arms and at an instant I was underneath him.  He lay on top of me pressing his enormous erection on the outside of my pelvis.  He was so hard it almost hurt resting there.  Never could I remember ever wanting anyone so bad.  The lust that I felt was stronger than anything I could compare it to.

He told me not to move, as he mercilessly teased me.  He had much more control than I did (the bastard).  I begged him “please, I can’t stand it anymore”.  I was writhing and squirming and begging.  He looked intensely into my eyes and did not blink.  He entered me slowly and rocked me gently.  I looked deep into his eyes.  I thought my heart was going to explode.  I didn’t know this kind of bond existed.  As he moved in and out of me, with every stroke, as I looked into his eyes, I fell more and more in love with him.  He owned every part of me from this moment forward.

Our lovemaking escalated into a wild passion.  We were all over that huge bed, in every position imaginable.  I had lost track of the number of times I had reached climax after hours had passed. He turned me over and penetrated me unyieldingly. Passion washed all over me.  The numbers of emotions racing through me were terrifying, as I heard him say from behind me “I love you so fucking much” in a fury of passion.  I wondered if he had meant those words, or if he was caught up in emotion.  I also wondered if I could possibly love him as well so soon.