The Love Algorithm - Vol. III

【78】The Question

This amazing man, whom I'd somehow managed to hate at first, was the most exceptional being I would ever encounter. And he was mine until the end of time...

It seemed he was having similar thoughts where I was concerned, because his gray irises were covering me in a devotion that matched mine. His hand rose to my cheek, to graze it with a tender knuckle before pushing my messy curls away. In his intense gaze, I read all the passion, all the adoration, and all the love he had for me. Words were superfluous in this moment, because it all filled the silence between us, weighing the air with everything that wasn't said but meant.

Our life started today. There would be no more complications, no more problems, no more dangers... Just him, me, and the incommensurable love we shared.

We moved forward at the same time, and our mouths met for a poignant kiss, one that matched the intensity of our feelings. My lips bent to his will, his followed mine, and our tongues twirled together in a dance they both knew well.

My heart was swollen in my chest, its pressure so intense I felt as though I couldn't breathe properly. It was full of him, so much so that I feared it might explode at any moment. One could die of a broken heart, but was the opposite possible? At that very moment, it seemed like it was. I could die from loving too much, from having a heart too full of him.

The pleasurable sensations ignited by our embrace awakened our sleepy bodies, our needs for one another growing fast. Before long, his arm was pressing me tightly against him, and I threw my hips forward, to press my core against his, eager to consume all that love and lust. Our kiss never stopped, and I refused to put an end to it, regardless of how breathless and dizzy it made me. I let the madness of the moment consume me, wrapping itself around us like a cocoon of uncontrollable want.

My slim hand slithered its way between us, breached past the elastic of his underwear, and I wrapped my fingers around his swelling flesh. He grunted his approval in my mouth, and his own calloused fingers mirrored on my body the path I'd followed on his, to slip under the lace of my thong. With my leg over his hip as it was, I was opened for him, easily accessed. I moaned in our kiss when his index and middle finger deftly rolled over my clit, and the motion of my hand halted around his shaft. Delightful shivers ran across my frame as he did it again, and again, and again... When he threw his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into the circle of my fingers and palm, I was reminded of my half of the job.

With clever hands and caring attentions, we pleasured each other, lost in the sensuality of the moment. Ever since the spectacular time we'd spent in the home gym, we hadn't been sexually intimate, too absorbed by everything that had happened. Over three days had passed since, so now was time to make up for lost time.

His fingers abandoned my clit to move lower, and I couldn't stop a soft cry from escaping me as he thrust them deep into me. They slipped easily into my soaked and willing flesh, experienced and determined. My hold on him instinctively tightened, his thick length pulsing in my grip as if it had its own heart within. When he expertly curved his digits, pressing right where it felt so fucking good, I finally let go of his lips, gasping for air, vanquished by the pleasure he brought.

The intensity of his eyes, so adamantly focused on my face, had my insides clench around him. I moaned once more, witnessing how his pupils expanded at the sound of my enjoyment. "I love you," I whispered, my hips undulating of their own will. "Oh, God... I love you so much."

My hand followed the pattern of his, the pressure, the pace... He was in charge as I became his puppet, mirroring him, completely entranced by his ministrations. I was getting there, shivers and jolts of pleasure spreading through me with each thrust, each roll of his thumb over my most sensitive spot... But before I could reach it, he pulled his hand out of my underwear, leaving me spasming and desperate for release.