Right then we had to behave, as our food arrived. But, the comment about her ‘liking it’ when I talked dirty to her, stuck with me and fueled my imagination for later.
But, first, a Birthday toast to my girlfriend and lover.
Looking into those blue gray eyes, “To the love of my life. To the one person who has miraculously come back into my life and has made it full and complete. To the person who I will love forever. Happy Birthday, my love.”
Bev’s eyes had welled up, as our lips met.
“Thank you. I’ve never had a more wonderful Birthday toast. A toast that was said from the heart.”
Bev had to try their Eggplant Parmigiana. I watched her savor each bite, she even shared. I went for a seafood pasta dish with oysters and mussels in a creamy Alfredo sauce. Over some a bottle of Chianti and the dim lighting, it was fun and romantic.
We had become regulars at our favorite bar. While none of my coworkers were there that night, we had been there enough times that we had made some ‘bar friends’. Bev blushed, when I announced that we were out for her birthday. That got her a free drink.
The juke box called to me. I saw exactly what I was looking for: Joe Cocker, ‘You are so Beautiful’. Yes, she was going to cry.
You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me…
I held her tight. Bev snuggled into me. Her face buried against me chest. Her arms, embracing me in a ‘love hug’. I felt her shudder a bit. I shifted and held her tighter.
…Can’t you see
You’re everything I hoped for
Everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me
I don’t know how long we held our embrace. I held her, letting her know that I would never let her go. And, ‘yes’, she was ‘so beautiful to me’.
The place was so quiet that, I swear you could hear a pin drop. We had never really done a lot of “Public Display of Affection”. Don’t know why, just never did. That changed in an instant.
We held each other, and shared a ‘Soul Kiss’ that went on… and on… and on. Pulling back, I looked into those wet and tear-filled eyes, “I love you, Bev. With every ounce of my being. With every beat of my heart. I will love you until my dying day.”
It was said soft enough that it was just shared between us. Still, the rest of bar was quiet, as they watched, from afar, at our tender exchange.
“I know. And Bill, I love you too. And thank you. Thank you for tonight. For that song. For holding me.”
A final kiss and we headed back to our seats, all to the cheers and applauses of our ‘bar friends’. Bev blushed. It was cute.
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Wayne was out with his drinking buddies.
I held Bev under the warm shower, and caressed her soap-slickened body with tenderness. Bev sighed as my hands gently massaged her firm little mounds. I heard coos of contentment as first, my fingers, then my palms, glided over her erect nipples. My hard cock, nestled between her soft, but firm butt cheeks. Bev purred as I glided my length between the soap-slickened globes. At time brushing against that sensitive star. Occasionally, Bev would flex, and tighten, those toned glutes.
The windows were open. For a June summer night, it was nice, low 80’s with low humidity. The outside sounds of the night: Cicada bugs and Crickets. An occasional nearby ‘Hoot’ followed by a distant ‘hoot’.
I held her at the side of the bed in another one of our warm embraces.
“mmmm, Bill. This feels so nice. You feel so nice.”
“Bev, I look forward to these times with you every week.”
Kiss.
“I do remember earlier this evening, that I told you that I’m going to completely drain you. That your muscles are going to ache from cuming so much. And that you are going to glow for days.”
Kiss.
“I remember that.”
Kiss.
“I also remember you saying that you were tingling inside and that your panties were getting wet. But, right now, you don’t have any panties on.”
“No, I don’t. But, that doesn’t mean that I’m not all wet again. And, yes, I’m still tingling.”
“So, maybe I should take care of all of that for you. Would you like that?”
“Oh, Bill. Yes…. More than Yes. Please fix my tingling.”
“But first.”
I leaned over and took each of her ripe cherries into my mouth. Bev let out a soft gasp, followed by a long and blissful moan. Her hands clasped behind my neck; holding me in exactly the place she desired. I grinned, a reminder that this was always be one of her favorite places to be touched.
“Oh my.”
I bathed each like it was the first time. Like that first morning in my bed with the winter storm howling outside.
“mmmm. Bill. Every time you do that to me, you drive me crazy. You keep making me wetter and wetter.”
“Good. Because, I’m going to enjoy feasting on every drop of your sweet honey. There can never be too much. I can never get enough of you. My dear… dear Bev.”
I eased her back onto the bed, her legs opening and draping over the edge. On my knees. I bowed in reverence to the graceful and sexual creature that graced my bed. Even in the dim golden candlelight, Bev’s core glistened with her arousal. The aroma of her arousal rising in the still warm air.
The first full lick of my tongue, from the bottom of the inverted ‘V’ to the engorged pink pearl, brought a primal and lust-filled groan. There is no sweeter music, than that of my lover, in full rapture of what her body was receiving.
My tongue probed. I probed inside that open flower. I probed and caressed her sensitive clit. Bev, lazily combing her fingers through my hair, as sounds of divine pleasure filled the quiet night.
My fingers slowly slipped through that seeping portal, entering her to my knuckle and just held myself deep inside of her savoring her warmth and wetness.
As I turned my hand, my fingers doing a gentle ‘come hither’ on that special spot, she exploded. Pressing her shoulders into the mattress. Her hips rising off the bed, what started as a silent scream erupted into a wail of unadulterated ecstasy as the first orgasmic tsunami raced through her body.
My onslaught never wavered. Bev’s legs opened to their maximum. It was almost like she was doing the splits. It was like, as soon as one wave subsided, another welled up behind it and took its place, all to the beautiful sounds of heavenly euphoria.
“Bill,” pant… “Bill. Oh god,” pant… pant… “Come up here,” pant… “Oh my god… now.”
My lips found Bev’s needy, and lust-filled lips, as I lay completely on top of her still opened legs. Her arms encircling my neck, as she fed me her desire to mate. To couple. To join our bodies in that ageless ritual that men and women have enjoyed since Adam and Eve.
My hard cock poised at her eager entrance. Waiting for just right moment to enter her tunnel of molten bliss.
No words were spoken. None were needed. I eased forward. Bev moved her hips. The tip of the glans kissed her open portal and then effortlessly, passed through. We each let out gentle sighs, as the sensations of our joining consumed us. Time stopped. Emotion overtook us. Tears flowed.
We had made love many times. Had joined and bonded many times; but, for some reason, this moment was different. I don’t know why. It just was. I had to look at her, into those windows to her soul. Had to have Bev look at me, into the windows to my soul.