Starting Over

Love Is In The Air

When she emerged from her bedroom, she was a bit shaky to say the least.  They hadn't know each other long, but he said he was falling for her.  And for the first time in forever, she wanted to be with a man, not because she was lonely, but because she cared for him.  She was finally able to have the strength to let go of Jimmy.  How Adam was able to get her to do in a few hours what she had been trying to do in ten years, showed her that he was serious in his statement about falling in love with her.  And it warmed her heart.  It also told her it was okay to take the chance and do what she was about it.

She walked over to the couch, quietly.  She noticed his eyes were closed.  Perhaps he heard her bedroom door open? No, she realized he was asleep.  "Are you kidding me?" She whispered and shaking her head.  "What do I, wait.  I know," and she leaned down and pressed her lips, ever so softly to his.  He jerked his head a bit and opened his eyes.  A smile came to his face as he saw it was her in front of him.  "You dozed off," she said.

"Yeah, I did.  I'm sorry."  She pulled back and sat on the edge of the couch.  She noticed he had closed his eyes again but then, he opened them again, and then he blinked a few times, quickly, and then kept his eyes open wide as he realized the sight before him.  A smile came to his face, and he cupped his right hand on her face.  "You uh.  You changed," he spoke softly with glee.

"I did.  Is it okay?"  She sounded a bit shy.

"Yes.  It is," and he placed both hands on her hips.

Alison took a chance with what she had done.  She had changed into a tiny nighty.  The straps were black and spaghetti style. The cups that held her breasts were hot pink with black stitching and black trim outlining the wires that supported her.  There was a tie-up space between her breasts that had a black string laced up it through silver grommets.  The skirt of the article was of the same hot pink, and flared out with black feathery trim around it.  When she stood, the skirt ended mid thigh.  She stared at him, and watched as his smile became wider.  And then she stood up.  She poised herself in front of him so that she was still within an arm's reach.  And good thing.  As she stood there, dressed so provocatively for him, she felt him place his left hand on her inner left thigh, and he began to rub her leg up and down.  Every time he went up, he got closer and closer to her womanhood, and it excited them both.  Imagine his surprise on his last stroke up her leg when he went to grab her only to find she was not wearing any panties.

"You sure about this?  We don't have to. . ." She cut him off.

"Yes.  I am.  I want to.  I want you." Her voice was quiet, but strong.

Adam stood up in front of her.  He brushed her hair off her right cheek, and then cupped her face in his hands and pulled her to him.  He placed his lips onto hers and they began with short, soft kisses that changed to allowing their tongues to unite as one.  Adam had moved his hands to her hips, Alison was running her fingers through his blonde locks, sometimes grabbing down on the ends since his hair was a little longer than most men.  Their mouths parted and Adam ran his kiss down the right side of her neck, making her tilt her head to the left, and breathing sensually at the same time.  He brought one hand up from her hips to caress her right breast in unison with trailing down her neck.  She let out a soft, "mmmm."

He came back to home with his kiss and then pulled away.  He wasn't stopping, he just wanted to look at her.  She was beautiful.  So she wasn't a size six.  He didn't care about that.  Her confidence to present herself to him is what made her beautiful.  Sure she had physical attributes that he enjoyed, long legs, overly-ample breasts, eyes that were full of life, but really, her appearance, while enjoyable to him, was only the tip of the iceberg.  True, she had hidden some things, and he now understands why.  But it was her soul, and her way of speaking, even when hurt, that had grabbed him and twisted his heart in her direction.  He knew she was truthful, he didn't have to guess.  And that made her more beautiful than the stars to him.  When he leaned back in to kiss her, her arms went around his neck, and he swooped down and scooped her up like a groom would do with his bride.  Once again, he carried her to her bedroom and laid her down, ever so gently on the bed.

As Alison lay there, Adam stood at the end of her bed and completely disrobed.  There was nothing left on him except a hard on and a smile.  She began to push one of the straps down so she could be as naked as he was, but he stopped her as he crawled on top of her, his hips cradled in between her legs that were parted for him.  "Uh uh," he said, "let me."  Gently, he pushed the right strap down and kissed her shoulder, and then did the same thing on the other side.  He raised himself up and pulled the material down to expose her breasts to him.  He caressed her left in circles, and played with the nipple that had pebbled up with his touch, while he sucked and lightly nibbled on her right.  Another "mmmm" was heard from Alison.

Adam reached down with his hand and began rubbing her between her legs. "Ooooh," she softly left out.  He concentrated and massaging her gently so as not to make her too excited too quickly.  He would rub her clit in circles three times, then tease her by feeling her insides with his finger.  Again, their tongues danced in each other's mouth at the same time as the actions below.

Alison had a heavy breath as he trailed his kiss from her mouth to her neck, to her breasts, further and further south.  And as he traveled, he also brought with him the nighty she had on.  He began to push it down, so she could raise her hips just enough to where Adam could slide the material under her.  Once he did, he back up a bit and pulled it down around her legs and off of her.  She had her legs bent and open, and he re-cradled himself between her legs.  She placed her hands on his biceps and stared into his eyes.  He leaned down to kiss her again, and when he pulled away, their eyes locked again. Adam spoke, softly, "I want you."

"I want you," Alison replied.  And she laid there, and watched him come down to meet her in a kiss that solidified their attachment to one another.

He began to play with her down below again, except he used his cock to do so.  He began to run it over her as if to ask, "are you sure you want to do this?"  When he had pulled himself back enough, she reached down and helped push him into her.  "What about. . ."

She cut him off.  "It's okay.  I'm not worried.  I'm falling in love with you too."  With that, he began his in and out motion with no other thought in mind than to please the woman he loved and who he now knows loves him too.