If I Fell

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xxx Kissing and stuff ahead xxx

The tender kissing woke my long-forgotten mojo and the touches dusted off my skin's sleepy points of interest; the places that made me squirm with want, or ticklish, making me giggle with abandoned mirth, wakening my body.

"Remember the muddy homecoming in the beginning" Paul interwove our fingers as we watched the ceiling.

"Should have used the shovel" I laughed as he grabbed for me to run his fingers along my sides.

I lost my baby pink camisole top in a blur of fumbles and apologies. Apologies of my body not being as it was so long ago. He hushed me with a lightning bolt kiss taking my words and settling them somewhere far, far away, I summoned up the courage to take his shirt off him wrestling it over his head as he laid me back down on the mattress.

Paul strolled slowly over my body with warm hands. I arched toward him, the desire for more, more of this, more of him, more of everything, grasping me.

His lips grazed my breast and I was winded, unable to draw a breathe until he took full possession of my nipple, nibbles and kisses mingled with a quick flick of the tongue and teeth brushing gently. Not ready for him to leave I caught his hair and held him at my will and I was tantalised longer.

No sooner did I think I had him captured did he escape by stealth sliding fingers down to my night shorts, catching the waistband teasingly, fumbling along my skin. I released my hold and watched his head set a path south not waiting for me to recover at all.

Fingers worked my shorts from my hips then slid them slowly down my thighs, the fingers softly scratching making feelings ignite in my tummy.

Then he was back. My body naked.

Held in his gaze, he placed his hands soft on my cheeks then combed through my hair outwards, making my hair fan out like he was creating art, making me feel beautiful and desirable.

I yearned to kiss him but I was denied, instead he blazed a trail of loving marks along my body, my squirming wants of more, winning his attention, he parted me to find heat, I arched and felt bold, placing my hand on his head and holding him firm as he explored.

Blinded by my body's release I gasped happily for breath, trying to recover as he lay beside me circling his fingers along my stomach then up capturing my breasts again.

"I've waited a long time for this. For us" he whispered, the words gripping my heart.

"Oh Paul...."

Filling my lungs and recovering my vim I pushed him on his back crawling over him to straddle. Teasing him now, I moved slowly, and when he grabbed my wrists I stopped denying him his pleasure and I took care to create my own oblivion of toe curling feelings.

Hands held firm creating tingles of electricity that surged through me, I snapped and tossed my head back, arching, my hair falling wild. I was flipped swiftly, he took it upon himself to discover my secret places and glorify them with delicious precision.

I was holding on, the thin thread of decency held firm and I stayed mute, biting down my lip as he pleasured. His moans making me think dirty but still I stayed silent.

"Let go Abigail" he whispered close to my ear.

My lip quivered and he changed tack til I had nothing but his name bubbling from lips "Paul, PauOhhhhhh. Yes"

"Lovely, darling girl" Paul slowed as he spoke and I tussled with speaking. With begging him for more.

Instead, I bit his shoulder winning a overdone cheeky lads wink. A grin so joyous too. The pace picked up deliciously, maddening and wonderful he had me grabbing the sheets and stripping them away from the mattress in pleasure.

"Please Paul. I can't. I...." I shook the blurriness from my head " I want. Yes. Give....oh" And he did, gasping I grabbed and held him, fingers clenched over his skin.

Collapsing over me Paul squashed me lovingly into the bed, stroking his arms and back, I watched the heavy breathing disappear. He kissed on repeat in the hollow of my throat, over my collarbone and finally, ever so slowly, he came back. To possess my lips in reverence.

Snuggling in a man's arms again was luxurious and I made sure Paul knew I was happy. Kissing along his wrist and arm as he held me tight with one hand, leaving the other free to roam.

We slept. I slept more fitfully than I had in years...

I was awoken to feathers of kisses on my eyelids and lips and struggled to regain where I was, this bed was so snuggly soft and comfy, the cream sheets like spun silk on my skin, then dawn of realization broke and I smiled upon those lips of his.

"What a beautiful looking morning it is" Paul whispered in my ear after I released our kiss, then he grazed my cheek on his way back to nibble deliciously beside my lips.

"Good morning to you too" I thought I would be so embarrassed but all I felt was smothered in honey sweet feelings of love.

Then I realised I'd heard the line, that Paul had woken me with, before "What a beautiful morning it is?! Oh, my goodness I remember that morning. ....What would have happened if that phone hadn't have rung off the hook incessantly!"

We snuggled, remembering everything again. I sat up and looked down at him with a smile, everything was ok.

"Sleep well? hmmmm" Paul goaded me as he kissed along the curve of my breast, rolling and pressing me back onto the bed, settling on the pillows open access for him to deliciously taunt me as he squeezed and nuzzled me.

"Was a tad broken with loads of sex but I feel fully rested" I drew his chin off my chest and kissed him deeply, sighing in extreme satedness.

"As long as it was good"

"Well it was tad broken" I smirked as his beautiful eyes watched me "Oh the sex, oh yea very....umm, nice"

That was it, I was tickled til I was crying for mercy. The happy contact was intoxicating I felt alive after being in a slumber of sadness for so long.

I sank into the glow of passion that wound around us, taking a slow and satisfying journey.

Showering for the day, I begrudgingly dressed; dressing now felt foreign.  Like the clothes so normal and comfy yesterday, were suddenly restrictive and bound me tight today.

Amusingly I would have willing stayed naked for him...... but the clock showed no mercy and sooner rather than later the girls would come a knocking.