One word had been his ticket back to his memory.
He fell back onto his bed, his eyes closed, and all of his senses confirmed his reminiscences. Not just the taste of her on his lips, he could sense her musk on the pillow. He remembered the gentle way they had moved, simultaneously. Delightful. The slow, wonderful, delicious, ride as they advanced. Captivating. Both drove each other, higher and higher. Enthralling.
The torn dress was ripped, the straps, at her shoulders, snapped despite the fact he was gentle with her. The straps snapped as the material got entangled between him and Ella. She offer herself on a platter as he pushed her dress down her body, revealing her chest, her waist, her hips, leaving her in her underwear. Like a bit of silk was going to protect her, and she helped him, by kicking off her torn dress.
He remembered he had asked her if she was sure. He was hovering a breath away from her lips. He also remembered that her eyes flicked down to his lips, then flicked back up to met his eyes when she said, "Yes." Just one word. And her eyes supported that word. That one word unleashed his memory of last night. Sight, scent, touch, hearing, feelings, and sounds, everything was in remarkable specifics. The memories surfaced with spectacular minutiae. From the moment when she said 'yes' the details lodged in his brain replayed as if he was watching a movie, which came with options to provide empathy and taste. It wasn't just that he could see, he could taste and his feelings echoed. He remembered the taste of her, the feel of her skin, the scent of her and the movie replayed in his brain.
David leaned in, his lips within touching distance, his eyes showing his acceptance of her word. She did her best not to gulp when she lifted her head from the bed, and met his lips.
He nodded and his head descended, his face came closer, "Be gentle." She murmured just before her eyes closed again.
"Yes." He whispered. "We can take our time." His fingers stroked her thighs. "You show me when you are ready." Gentle fleeting caresses. That set off fireworks. The last words he said just before his lips made contact with hers, "And it will be good."
Her lips parted with a breath of anticipation, as his lips made contact with hers.
The slow tender way they had made love the first time, was beyond special. Exciting, tempting glimpses of heaven. His lips issued promises that she had only imagined. For a fleeting second he stopped kissing her, his gaze swept her face and waited for her to open her eyes. He wanted to be sure. Her eyelashes fluttered open and her gaze locked with his. The passion in her gaze reflected his feelings. Breathing was fast.
"Ok?" He was used to initiating sex, but he really wanted to be sure that Ella wanted this.
He saw lust bloom in her eyes as she whispered, "Yes."
"Sure?" He whispered against her ear. He asked again, wanted to be sure.
"Yes." She said more loudly. Her face moved closer, linked her hands behind his head and drew him closer.
David's tongue licked at her lips. His lips hardened as they made contact with hers, as his tongue pushed past the fullness of her lips, her teeth. He didn't have to search for her tongue as it met his tongue at the edge of her mouth and fenced with his tongue. The kiss exploded. Gentle can be ardent, eager, hot. His tongue continued to tangle with hers. Her tongue drew him further into the moist heat of her mouth. Their breathing became shallow and fast.
David's body was geared up. From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, he felt her. He was consumed by her and felt her desire. The last few minutes were nothing like any other of his previous sex experiences. He wasn't expecting this craving. She gave a hundred per cent and then some. Heady pleasure rolled through Ella. She was consumed by him and felt his lust. His touch, his taste, his scent became an inscription.
They were practically fused, and his erect penis was pressed against her abdomen. It did not worry her and she challenged his control. She knew she felt out of control. How can a man's hard rigid body can be so gentle? Sinewy muscled carved out from his career as a physical teacher. Her nails dug into his shoulder's muscles as she ceded to her feelings. Her nipples hardened. His fingers pushed at the silk at the junction of her thighs. And registered the dampness between her legs. David muttered 'fuck', but Ella was beyond sense. David's mouth moved with expertise, obviously garnered over the years. A train of actions that rendered her brain illogical, but she recognised that he had removed her knickers. Quickly followed by his boxers. Leaving him and her naked. He missed what she murmured seductively against his ear.
His lips returned to her swollen lips, while his fingers traced a path between her breasts to the junction of her thighs. A path taken by his lips later. Returning time and time again, to her swollen lips, only for him to sweep his tongue into her mouth. He pressed his fingers at the junction of her thighs, felt the clamminess between her legs, cupping her, as her legs parted. It took the gentle ache between her legs to delightful sizzling. Ella purred deep in her throat. Her purr contained by his kiss as scorching pleasure raced through her veins when his fingers penetrated the damp and his thumb rubbed against her nub of nerves. Her eyes, molten, flashed open. And found him watching her. His muscles clenched. He was trying to hold on to his control, determined to keep his composure, albeit his equanimity was anything but composed. Breathing hard, he moved his fingers to cupped and stroke her jaw, her scent, her musk on his fingers, he asked. "Ready?"