Big Girls Do It on Top (5 page)

Neither of us had spoken the words, the three words that make things like this seem so permanent, but we didn't need to. It was there, writhing in the spaces between the other words, the pauses for breath when he dipped down to kiss me again, it was in the gap between his fingers as they at long last slipped under the hem of my shirt to brush my aching, waiting skin.

I mirrored his action, sliding my palms up his back, tracing the cords and ridges and planes of muscle. This felt like our first time, in a way. We were going slow, exploring, questing. His lips danced down to my chin, along my jaw to just beneath my ear, and I tipped my head back, eyes closed, as he continued to plant hot, moist kisses down my throat to the hol ow at the base, just above my breastbone.

My palms carved around to press against the slabs of heavy muscle along his sides and stomach, up to his chest, to the hard little nubs of his nipples, and then his arms were above his head and his shirt was off, tossed aside. I was growing impatient, wanting more, wanting all of him now.

An ache was starting deep in my core, throbbing between my thighs, spreading heat and the wetness of desire through my sex. Jeff's hands were everywhere now, pushing my shirt over my head and unclasping my bra as his mouth trailed between my breasts, tongue flicking each nipple in turn as the bra fel away.

"Take me to bed, Jeff," I whispered.

Both of us topless, Jeff led me to his room, left the light off so our only source of illumination was the silver wash from the gibbous moon and spattered, sparkling stars. We stood for a moment in the pale square of light from the window, looking at each other, not touching or speaking, only regarding, waiting for the other to move first.

Jeff only smiled at me, and stood waiting. I unbuttoned my pants, shimmied out of them, posed for Jeff in my panties, my weight on one leg, the other bent so only my toe touched the ground, crossed in front of my other leg. I crossed my arms across my chest, then slid my palms under my breasts, lifting them, pinching my nipples, watching Jeff's reaction.

His zipper bulged out as I toyed with my breasts, then grew even larger when I pushed my panties off and kicked them aside. Jeff still hadn't moved, so I continued touching myself. I ran my hands down my ribs, past my belly and to the mound of my aching pussy. Jeff's tongue ran along his lips, and now his fingers unbuttoned his jeans, and then paused. I dipped my middle finger between my labia, and Jeff unzipped his pants. I circled my clit slowly until a gasp escaped; Jeff kicked his jeans aside and hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his boxer-briefs. I put one hand to my breast and rol ed a nipple between my fingers, swirling two fingers around my clit with the other hand. Now Jeff drew his boxers off, revealing his thick, rigid cock, straining erect and leaking pre-come, begging to be touched.

I was done with games, suddenly.

I pushed Jeff backward to the bed, followed him as he crawled back to lie on his back. He curled his hands around my hips, traced my curves, hefted the weight of my breasts, looking up at me with a frightening tenderness in his eyes along with the desire. His hands continued their upward journey, his rough palm sliding along my cheek, cupping there as he lifted up to kiss me, then slowly and carefully sliding my hair out of the elastic band of my ponytail. My blonde waves fel down around our faces, and now his other hand slipped down my bel y and between my thighs as I knelt above him.

I moaned into his mouth as we kissed, his fingers working magic, spreading fire up from my pussy to the rest of my body, a climax rising before he'd even entered me. I reached between us with one hand to grasp his cock, our foreheads touching as I ran my fingers up and down his length. I rubbed his tip in circles with my thumb, slid down to the root and massaged his bal s before caressing his length once more.

Jeff continued to circle my clit with a gentle finger, pushing me up and over into orgasm. I whimpered, collapsed on top of him.

"Take me now, Jeff, please."

I guided him into me, a vocal moan fil ing the room as he penetrated deep into me, filling me.

"Sweet Jesus, you feel so good," Jeff said, thrusting slowly. "You feel like heaven."

My lips were crushed against his breastbone as I lifted my hips and slid back down his hard length, my arms against his sides, my hands on his shoulders, only our hips moving. His hands rested on my ass, curled around the taut-flexed globes.

"I'm gonna come again," I moaned.

"Yes, come for me, Anna." Jeff pulled on my ass, lifting me up and letting me fall, his body thrusting against mine.

I sat up straight, balancing on top of him with my hands on my thighs, riding him hard, rolling my passion-slick slit onto his cock with a frenzy of sighs and shrieks. I came, holding myself upright with my palms planted on Jeff's chest.

Jeff's arms wrapped around me, pulled me down to him, and then we moved in a dizzy roll and he was above me, in me, all around me. I locked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, clung tight to him, pressed my quivering lips to his and rocked into him, felt his turgid cock pushing deep into me, huge and hard and wonderful.

Another orgasm washed through me, this one coming in waves, a crest of ecstasy thrilling through me with each thrust of his cock. He was close now, his rhythm growing frantic, his thrusts harder and deeper. I drove my hips against him to match his rhythm, to match the frenetic fury of his rising climax.

"Come with me, Jeff," I said. "Come hard."

Jeff's eyes flew open and met mine, his gaze blazing with intensity. He plunged hard into me, paused with our hips flush, then pul ed out again. As he drove himself into me once more, he came, flooding me, his gasp of pleasure a low-voiced growl.

He arched his back and thrust again, wet heat shooting into me once more, and now his forehead bumped mine and his ragged breathing echoed loud in the silver-lit room.

"I love you, Anna." He whispered it into the silence between breaths, into the stil ness between thrusts, into the space between heartbeats.

His eyes were on mine as he said it, our bodies merged, our essences mingling, united in the flush of climax.

Tears started in my eyes, burned as they trickled down my cheeks to drip past my jaw beneath my ear.

"I lo—" I choked back a sob. "I love you. God, I love you." Saying it felt like a release.

I did love him. I couldn't imagine ever leaving him, ever being without him. I felt like I'd spent all my life waiting for him, and just never knew it, couldn't see it, or understand that he was what I needed. He'd been there, too close to see.

We were stil moving together, roiling in the silence of soughing breaths, my tamped-down sobs of weltering emotions punctuating the rhythm of our lovemaking.

This wasn't sex, wasn't fucking, wasn't even just shared pleasure. This was, finally, a true expression of joined emotions, and I knew I couldn't ever match this experience, not with anyone else, not for as long as I lived.

Jeff didn't wipe away my tears, didn't shush me, or tell me it was okay, or ask why I was crying. He just kissed me tenderly, whispered my name.

We lay side by side, facing each other, our eyes speaking a thousand words that didn't pass our lips.

We fel asleep, woke up in the early dawn spooning, his erection hard against my ass. I guided him in and we rocked like that, back to front, his hand on my hip, his breath on my shoulder, slow and unhurried and uncomplicatedly sensual. We came at the exact same moment, and when we did, our fingers tangled across my breast, over my pounding heart.

We slept again, woke up past noon, and showered together, making love yet again, standing up in his shower, just like the first time.

* * *

A few more days passed, just like that. We didn't leave each other's side for more than a few minutes. We made love constantly, and the words "I love you" came more easily.

One of the few times we were apart Jeff wouldn't tell me where he was going. He left around two in the afternoon and didn't come back until almost five, and wouldn't answer one question, just insisted that I wait and find out. His eyes shone with amusement, tel ing me I would probably enjoy the surprise, so I left off questioning him and went along with it.

He came home, his home—which I was starting to consider home as well—and told me to get changed, to put on a dress or skirt of some sort.

He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching me change. I slipped off the stretchy yoga pants and cotton panties I'd been wearing, as well as the T-shirt and sports bra. I took my time picking my outfit, naked, waiting for Jeff to sidle up behind me and start something, but he didn't, just watched with a smile on his face.

I picked a knee-length skirt and a button-down shirt, and a matching set of red lace lingerie. I started to put on the panties, but Jeff spoke up from the doorway.

"Leave 'em off. Go commando. We're gonna be somewhere private, so no one'l know but me," he said.

I stared at him for a moment, considering. I never went anywhere without panties on. It was just...not something I did. I didn't know any girls who did go out without panties on. It seemed skanky, somehow. I'm sure there were girls out there who would go to the bar with a little skirt on and no panties, but that wasn't me. Jeff had promised we'd be in private, though, so I went along with it, slipping the skirt up over my hips and zipping it. It felt strange, like being naked.

When I was ful y dressed and had done a little makeup, against Jeff's protestations that I didn't need it, we left, Jeff driving. We drove for almost an hour, going far out into the country. We eventual y came to a wide, rol ing grassy field, a huge spreading oak tree in the middle, casting long shadows in the golden light of early evening. Jeff pul ed the truck to a stop on the side of the narrow, empty dirt road and parked. From his trunk he retrieved wicker picnic basket and a folded quilt.

"We're going on a picnic?" I asked.

"Yep. Never been on an actual, factual picnic like this before, so I thought it might be a fun change from dinner at a restaurant. 'Sides, it's a beautiful evening."

I stuck my hand through his arm as we walked together across the field toward the tree. "I've never been on a picnic like this, either," I said.

"Whose property is this?"

"An Army buddy of mine. He owns several hundred acres, I think. Most of it is farmland, but this here is just an empty field he doesn't use for much of anything."

"Does he know we're here?"

"Nah, but he won't care. He never comes out this way. His crops are all closer to his house, 'bout a mile that way," Jeff said, pointing off to the east.

We reached the tree, spread the blanket under the canopy of its branches. Jeff had put together an impressive spread of food, sandwiches, potato salad, pasta salad, fruit salad, key lime pie, sparkling mineral water, and a bottle of expensive champagne. We ate leisurely, drinking the water. I wondered about the champagne, but didn't say anything.

When we were both full, Jeff packed the basket once more. Jeff lay on his back and pul ed me into his embrace, holding me close, his hand stroking my back. He was wearing a white button-down, and I popped each button open until his torso was bare. I spent awhile tracing the contours of his chest before I moved on to his belt, unbuckling it, unclasping his pants, unzipping them. He was semi-erect, growing larger as I watched.

There was an oddly shaped bulge in the pocket of his pants. I dismissed it, though, eager to feel his flesh firming in my hands. I pushed his pants and boxers off, set them aside.

I climbed astride him, thankful now that he'd had me leave my panties off. I was already bare to him, completely clothed even as he speared into me, gasping and his eyes crossing, fluttering, closing.

My skirt billowed around our hips, covering his bel y and the joining of our bodies. I wanted to feel the air and the sun on my skin, though. I led Jeff's hands to my buttons, and he undid them, brushed the fabric from my shoulders and stripped off my bra, rocking into me al the while. His hands brushed over my ribcage and caressed my breasts, squeezed them, and rolled my nipples in his fingers. He lifted up to take a taut peak into his mouth, nipped lightly, sending jolts of electricity through me. He was pounding up into me, our bodies gyrating in sync, fire blossoming between us, in the merged heat and sweat of our flesh. I rocked above him, rode him to climax, palms flat on his chest.

When I came, I screamed at the top of my lungs, shrieked his name. I'd always been fairly vocal during sex, and found it hard not to be. This was the first time I'd let myself go wild, totally uninhibited, and god...screaming that loud made me come even harder, turned Jeff into a primal beast beneath me, his fingers locked around my hips and driving me down onto him, harder and harder, his cock plunging up and lifting me clear off the ground, his roar of climax every bit as loud as mine. Hearing him bellow as he came inside me drove me to a new orgasm, and now our voices were raised together in the golden evening light.

I rode him, coming, until he softened within me, and then I col apsed on top of him, still shuddering with aftershocks.

"God, that was amazing," Jeff gasped, clinging to me.

"Incredible," I agreed. "I don't think I've ever come so hard or so long in my life."

"Me, neither," Jeff said.

Silence between us then, for many long minutes, only the susurrus of the wind and the clatter of branches and the distant twitter of sparrows.

"Anna?" Jeff was rummaging in his pants pocket for the odd bulge I'd noticed.

"Hmmm?"

He lifted up on elbow, his shirt open and draping across one of my bare breasts. His hand was closed around the whatever-it-was. My heart was hammering in my chest, thudding with a sudden rush of nerves brought on by the serious expression on Jeff's face.

"I love you, Anna," Jeff started.

"I love you, too—"

"Hold on, now, sweetheart. Let me finish."

Sweetheart
, he'd cal ed me. It made my heart melt and tangle more thoroughly around his.