“Yeah, that’s a good way of saying it. Regal. I’d like to be regal!” she laughed.
“Who says you’re not already?!” asking in a light tone.
She chuckled. “I don’t feel regal.”
“Well, I can imagine,” he allowed. “But I’m sure that you are.”
“Oh? You’re sure, are you?” she teased gently. “Looking like this, all done up in sweats, crying my damned eyes out?”
“Regal is inner beauty,” Mike replied loftily, drawing his head up high. “And I say that you are regal!”
“Thank you,” she said quietly. Her head turned fractionally. Their eyes met and held for a beat longer.
The gaze and silence went unbroken. Maybe the tea had been the aphrodisiac.
“Is this going to happen?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said softly and calmly, just before his head dropped and their lips met.
The first kiss is always hesitant. Lips pressed in the most intimate way, transmitting sensation to bodies and minds. Some kisses never get past the lips-together platonic variety. But it was with a little moan from Rachel that her lips parted, opening his at the same time, and the tentative slide of the tongue happened.
Tongues met and instantly the kiss deepened. Their bodies remained still, their hands passive, as the only exploration was mouth to mouth. The second moan, this one by him, propelled their hands to begin moving.
Us gods saw her mind: please…. as her fingers found the front of his jeans. His body jumped from the sudden touch, and only we saw her mind’s reaction: YES!
Then hands, his upon her shoulders, squeezing lightly. A slide down her arms, a squeeze. Into the kiss he inhaled, and his hands slid over to her chest, finding her heavy flesh. Now it was her turn to moan, and she threw a hand around him.
Slowly they managed to lie on the futon, face to face. Their kiss never broke, their legs intertwining. Hers thrown over his, pulling his hard on to her body. His between her legs, feeling the heat coming through the crotch of her sweats onto his leg.
His tug at her sweatshirt broke their kiss. She raised her arms allowing him to pull the top from her body. Her shiny, round eyes met his as her fingers found his, and pulled his shirt off. Under their otherwise drab clothing they sported youthful bodies, lean and strong, and now that press of bare skin to skin drove their kiss to a new level. Her moans into his mouth were growing deeper, steadier and needier.
His hips worked, pressing in and out. Each time he pressed in, she pressed hers towards him. Her fingers were desperate then, scrabbling to unzip his jeans, unbutton his jeans, strip his pants from him. She gasped as she got his pants down over his hips, his cock springing out, already aching for her.
She could not wait to get naked for him, and his hands helped. She shimmied and moaned “Get ’em off me!” almost wildly. They kicked, turning pants inside out, in their desire to couple.
She broke the kiss. A moment, her hand caressing his face. He was positioned over her, and eased himself into position.
“Keep looking at me,” she whispered softly. “Look at me when you put it in.”
“And look at me,” he said back right away. His hips were up, one hand down between his legs. He found her body hot, opened and lubricated. The head of his erection touched her opened lips.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, never taking her eyes off of him. Her mouth opened for breathing. “Oh I can feel your cock!” she moaned. Twitches in her hips sent rippling waves of need and pleasure through both.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot,” he groaned.
“Put it in slowly!” she begged. Her face was a mask of want.
“Oh….oh fuckkk,” he groaned. His hips worked slowly, easing his manhood into her body. Automatically her back arched up off of the futon, her fingers turning to claws and digging nails into his back. “Oh fuck!”
***
“That’s more like it,” Zeus growled. His body was slightly angled away from the table.
“Put that thing away,” Kali snapped. Jesus chose to stare raptly at the screen rather than to side-eye Zeus and see his movements.
“Shut up,” Zeus groaned. “They’re so fucking hot!”
***
That first penetration took a long time. Both of their moans mixed together, and then finally his cock was nestled deeply into her pussy. She gasped for air, her eyes never leaving his. “Oh it feels so good in me!” she moaned.
“You’re tight as fuck,” he groaned back artlessly.
“Oh…oh oh!” she voiced as he eased his manhood out. A pause, and the second penetration happened with much more ease. His organ was coated with her juices and she shivered under him. Her fingers went immediately to her pussy, finding her clitoris. “I want to come so hard,” she moaned.
“Oooh touch your pussy for me baby,” he moaned, looking down between their bodies. He held his upper body stiff, and began to work his hips. The motion was slow and fluid at first, but nature and sexual arousal quickly breaks down slow and rhythmic motion.
Her arching back and busy fingers mixed with her clutching the back of his neck. He gazed down at her writhing in pleasure, giving over to the sensation filling her body and mind. Her soft cries, growing in volume, her swearing, all of it beyond her own knowledge.