Eximius Ch.05

"Holy shit that was amazing. I've never been eaten out like that before," she compliments me.

"I do have some experience with that," I say and we laugh.

"Well, it's paying off. You'll never hear me complain about your line of work," she says and then rolls towards me, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

Once again our tongues wrestle until she begins to kiss down my jawline to my neck, licking and nibbling my skin as she travels further south. As she kisses and licks my collarbone, she unbuttons my shirt and then pulls it open. Her hands rub up and down my bare chest, sometimes dragging her fingernails lightly across my skin. She then lowers her head and flicks one of my nipples with her tongue; my eyes close as I exhale heavily.

I'm temporarily disappointed as she leaves my chest to kiss down my body, unbuckling my belt as she works her way down with her mouth. Once she has access to my pants, she quickly unfastens them as well and then slides gracefully down to my feet to pull them off. She pulls my boxers with them as I shrug out of my shirt and toss it to the floor.

She runs her hands up my legs, her bright green eyes locked on mine as she flashes a lustful grin at me. Next she takes hold of my throbbing cock and admires it. She pulls it back, pressing the back of her hand against my abdomen before licking me from balls to tip. My cock twitches and I have to force myself to keep from cumming all over her face right then. She has a magical tongue and I soon learn just how magical her mouth is as well as she wraps her lips around the pink tip of my cock after a few more licks. She gives a few strong sucks, as if trying to coax semen out of me before I'm ready. Then she slowly sinks her mouth further down my rigid pole, her tongue working furiously to reach everything it can. I discover what an expert at giving head she is as she takes my entire seven and a half inches into her throat. I feel her nose press into my soft patch of pubic hair just above my cock. At the same time I feel the tip of my cock rub against the back of her throat for a few seconds; she doesn't even gag. Instead she slowly lifts her head back up the length of my cock, her tongue dragging along the underside until all that's left in her mouth is the tip, which she swirls her tongue around rapidly.

"Oh, fuck," I gasp.

"You better hold back," she warns. "No premature injections," she says with a wink, poking a little fun at my profession.

"I'm not sure how much longer I can last if you continue blowing me like this," I say, my head falling back onto the bed again.

"Then I guess we better change things up," she says.

I'm a little disappointed at first but then I feel the tip of my cock press against another smooth, wet surface that burns hotter than her mouth and tongue. I look down to see her straddling me, the crown of my cock beginning to split her pussy open. She's so tight and hot I'm afraid I'll blow my load right then, but I do everything I can within me to hold back.

"Once you're inside me, cum all you want. We'll be at this all night," she says.

I grin happily at the thought of fucking this beautiful woman all night. Slowly I sink into her glorious cunt until I bottom out and then she lies down on top of me. Her mouth locks onto mine as she slowly lifts just her hips an inch or two before pressing them back down again. I moan my appreciation and she does it again, and again, and again, and again. Breaking our kiss, she sits back on her heels with my cock impaled deep in her impossibly tight pussy. I'm amazed at her perfect body as her tits bounce with her rising and falling on my hard cock. I hold onto her shapely hips and rub up and down her thighs with my hands. Her skin is silky smooth and perfectly, creamy white. The only place she has any freckles is on her face, and then it's just a light dusting. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed them before. Maybe there's more to this perfect specimen of a woman than meets the eye.

"Just noticing my freckles?" she asks in a sultry voice.

I nod.

"They appear instead of my cheeks turning red when I'm flushed. So, instead of my cheeks turning pink when I'm embarrassed, aroused or what have you, my freckles appear."

I think it's the sexiest explanation for a ginger's freckles I've ever heard. I reach up and take her breasts into my hands and she holds onto the backs of my hands as I do. Her head falls back, eyes closed and her mouth opens to let out a deep sigh. I begin massaging her heavy sacks as she stops bouncing to slowly rock her hips back and forth instead. She gently pulls my hands away, twists our hands around, palm to palm, so we can interlock our fingers. She then leans forward and pins my hands against the headboard and then kisses me deeply as she presses her pelvis firmly into mine, holding my cock deep inside her. I raise my hips subtly to press tighter into her, but neither of us moves much, but the pressure does increase slightly. I slip my hands from her grip and hold her body close to mine and then roll us over. Her legs wrap around my waist with her heels digging into my ass cheeks to fight against the small thrusts I'm using against her pussy.

I begin to pick up the pace of my thrusts in and out of her pussy, only pulling about half way out with each one, but slamming roughly into her. She whimpers nearly painfully as I begin to drill her pussy with my hard cock. I grab one of her beautiful tits and pull it up to my mouth to suck on while I pound into her pussy over and over. I let go and then pull her body tighter into me as I feel my balls tighten to finally release my cum. I pick up the pace and she gasps, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over again as her second orgasm reaches its pinnacle.

"Fuck me! Fill me with your cum!" she cries and then her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice, blocking my cum from leaking out for a second. When her pussy muscles release, so does the temporary blockage and I explode into her. Blast after blast after blast of hot, sticky cum fills her pregnant pussy. When it finally finishes I collapse on top of her and she gently strokes my back and my shoulders, giggling about the goose-pimples that have risen on my skin. I haven't cum this hard since I was a teenager; not even with Alana.

"Wow," I gasp.

"Just like our first time," she says.

I lift my head and look her in the eye; my forehead scrunches up in confusion.

She looks embarrassed for a moment but wears a guilty grin. "Oops," she says.

I pull out of her and lie down next to her. "Please explain this 'Oops', Amber," I say, trying to hold back my confusion induced anger.

"Please, don't hate me," she pleads.

I look down at our bodies and old memories begin to flood back to me. My eyes begin to grow wide.

"Wait, you're..." I trail off, unsure of how to say what I'm thinking.

"My name isn't really Amber, but it's the name I go by now," she says. I never told you the name of the girl I'd slept with and discovered my ability through. Her name was, "Stephanie," Amber finishes my thought out loud.

Suddenly her eyes are more familiar to me now, but she hadn't been a redhead then had she?

"I know I look different now. My hair was more blonde back then, but it was summertime when we hooked up and my hair always goes blonde in the sunlight, especially in the summer when there's more sunlight. Over the years, it's darkened to the shade of red it is now," she explains and I cut her off.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were when we met a month ago?" I ask her.

She looks down. "I'm sorry about that. I guess I was nervous seeing you again and you didn't seem to recognize me. I didn't want to freak you out, so, I gave you my middle name instead."

That makes sense, I never knew Stephanie's middle name. Heck, I barely remember her last name after she moved away. I can't believe it's really her; my first, the one who helped me discover my ability.

"Is it really you?" I ask softly, my mouth stretching into a smile.

She smiles too and then pulls me into another kiss. "I'm so glad you're not mad," she says and then sniffles.

"Are you crying?" I ask her, pulling away to look at her face. I wipe away the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "You don't need to cry. You have been on my mind ever since you moved away all those years ago. I never even got a goodbye," I tell her.

"I wanted to, believe me; but when my parents overheard me talking about what you and I did with a friend of mine, we were gone a few days later. They pulled me out of school and never let me say goodbye to any of my friends; you weren't the only one," she says.

"So, what brings you back here?" I ask her.

She looks away briefly and then looks me in the eye again without another word.

"Me?" I ask in disbelief.

She nods, her freckles appearing on her cheeks again. She covers her face with her hands and I pull them away.

"Don't cover your face, Amber," I say. "I mean, Stephanie."

She shakes her head. "I like when you call me Amber. I don't want to confuse things by making you call me Stephanie. Besides, it's the name I go by now anyway."

I shake my head, flabbergasted. I seriously can't believe she's in my life again. No wonder we had such a connection that day! It's also no wonder she was so forgiving when I took a month to call her.

"I just can't believe it's you I'm here with again," I say. "I have thought about you almost every day since you disappeared," I repeat.

"Aw," she says and then runs her delicate fingers through my hair. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, either. As soon as I was able to, I started making my way back out here. It's taken me some time, but I'm glad to finally be back, and to be back in your arms," she says and then snuggles up into my chest.

I hold her close, still amazed that I'm with the first girl I ever fell for. How does something like this happen? We lie there catching up on our past for a couple hours until we start to drift off to sleep. We don't fight sleep, even though we want to continue talking, but we give into the comfort of her soft bed and the warmth of our bodies and are soon in a deep sleep.