Heart of the Wood

Glen wiped away the tears with his thumb. "What for?"

She answered not with words, but with a laugh, and a kiss.

Glancing over her shoulder when their lips parted, Glen said, "It fits. I can see you in there. Maybe some candles burning."

A deep blush suddenly rose in her cheeks. Before he could ask what had caused it, she shook her head and said, "One secret at a time. Talk about it more later?"

"Okay," Glen said, and then laughed.

"Let's go sit down. Do you want something to drink?" Melinda asked, and then took his hand to lead him back through the house.

"Nah, I'm cool. I was thinking that maybe we could go out once Mom calls and gives you the good news from the council. Celebrate."

"I don't know. I sort of feel like staying at home tonight. And, maybe we should wait until we know there's something to celebrate before we get ahead of ourselves."

"Ah, it's a done deal. Uncle Dan's a pit bull in the council. Whatever sounds good to you, though."

Melinda sat down on the couch, pulling him after. "I like that answer."

"You have an idea?"

Her voice dropped in volume as she leaned toward him. "One or two."

The kiss started out softly enough, but that didn't last long. Melinda's arms tightened around him, her tongue slipping into the kiss, and he responded in kind. The feeling of his fingers gliding over her back as their tongues danced caused a tightening of his jeans within the space of a few quick breaths.

Her hands explored his back as well, but her thumbs curled around, tracing the contours of his muscles through his t-shirt. Glen found his hands creeping ever lower, but her previous hesitation managed to keep his rising ardor in check. The last thing he wanted to do was end up with a rock-hard erection and a feeling of guilt about making her uncomfortable, which is exactly what happened last time.

Fingers curling around his elbow and pulling downward changed that train of thought rather quickly.

She moaned into the kiss as he squeezed her taut bottom. A moment later, her fingers glided around from his back, and downward. His grunt mingled with a high-pitched, surprised moan from her as she sat back to trace the hard contours beneath the denim.

Her gaze lifted to meet his, and Glen surrendered to his desire, which he saw reflected in the depths of her emerald eyes. As he shifted on the couch and leaned over her, she reclined back. Still lost in her eyes, he hovered over her, one hand on the cushion next to her, and the other on the arm of the couch above. Melinda reached up to caress his cheek and parted her lips.

He bent his elbows, delivering a series of soft kisses that brought another moan from the redhead. Then he tilted his head, finding first her jaw, and then her neck with his lips.

"Oh, Glen," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Continuing to trace kisses along her neck, he eventually made his way back to her lips once more. Fingers bunched up the material of his t-shirt, and a hard tug pulled it free of his jeans. Pulled by digits that glided up his chest, the material bunched below his neck and under his arms, giving her access to his bare, muscled chest.

He tried to pull the shirt off the rest of the way, but discovered that it was impossible to do without leaving her lips. After another, far hungrier kiss, he sat up over his knees and pulled the shirt over his head. Once the material cleared his eyes, he saw Melinda tucking her elbow into the tail of her shirt in preparation to pull it over her head as well.

He managed to pop open the button of his jeans before the sight of her breasts clad in only a lacy white bra with the nymph pendant and Celtic cross nestled between them took away all thoughts of removing his own clothing.

Melinda's head lolled back and she gasped when he kissed the upper swell of her right breast. A brush of his lips on the left globe followed, while he worked one hand beneath her back. An amused moan escaped her when his deft and knowing fingers popped the clasp of her bra in one quick pinch.

Slipping down the first of the two straps, he kissed her shoulder where the strap had once resided. The other followed, and she lifted her arms, allowing him to continue pulling to fully reveal her breasts.

She slid her hands up her body, eyeing him with desire as he tossed her bra over the back of the couch. Rosy pink ovals capped the large globes, culminating in slightly lighter pink buttons. She cupped her breasts at the end of her hands' journey, her sultry expression one of unmistakable invitation.

He was happy to accept.

Dropping back down onto his hands, he slipped out his tongue and gave her nipple the lightest brush. She sucked in a sharp breath, only to let it out as a whimper when he blew a slow stream of air at the erect bud. She trembled from the chill, letting out another, pleading whimper soon after.

Glen darted to the opposite nipple, washing it with his tongue as well. This time, he parted his lips and took the nub in.

In a low, breathy voice, Melinda said, "Oh yes," and moved one hand to the back of his head to tousle his hair.

He worshiped her breasts with his mouth, tongue, and lips, teasing the pebbled flesh with steadily increasing enthusiasm. She began to writhe beneath him, which only spurred on greater efforts. Quiet sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips, broken by gasps brought on by his ministrations.

A finger slipped into the V of the open button of his pants, making him groan when it pressed against the tip of his cock straining against the confining cloth. A tug on the tab pulled down his zipper, giving her better access to squeeze the hard organ.

Concentrating on her right nipple, he sucked it hard and flicked it with his tongue. Melinda grasped his jeans, pushing down hard. At the same time — though he hadn't even noticed her somehow removing her socks and shoes with only her feet to work with — her toes gripped the denim farther down his legs. When he switched to her opposite breast, he reached back to push on the waist of his jeans. Between the two of them, his jeans relented and bunched up at his thighs.

The head of Glen's cock poked free of his briefs in the tug of war with the jeans, and Melinda's fingers brushed against it before he could brace his weight on both arms again. After the first touch, she stretched the elastic away from his body and pushed it down, fully exposing the object of her desire.

"So hard," she moaned as her fingers closed around his naked manhood for the first time.

The squeeze made him throb powerfully in her grasp, and Glen released her nipple to let out a groan. Feeling bound up by the stiff material around his legs, he rose up to his knees, and then swung his legs off the couch to get out of his jeans and shoes.

Unnoticed, his cell began to vibrate in the pocket of his discarded jeans as they fell to the floor.

Her eyes locked on his twitching organ, Melinda said, "It's gorgeous," as she sat up to work on the button and zipper of her jeans.

Free of the last of his clothing, he bent down to slip his fingers beneath the waist of her jeans. She gave him a coquettish grin and lifted her bottom up from the cushions, letting him tug the denim down. The jeans were tight enough to take her panties with them, giving him a view of the fiery curls adorning her mound.

She lifted her legs straight up, allowing him to slide the jeans and panties off. She then let her legs sink slowly back to the cushions and settled her left foot on the floor.

Reaching out to glide her fingertips over his cock, she parted her legs a little wider and said, "I want you."

Drinking in the sight of her bared body, Glen said, "I want you too," while kneeling down on the floor next to the couch.

Glen slipped his head between her parted thighs, his mouth watering from the scent of her arousal. A triangle of curls pointed to thin, pink labia that looked almost too perfect to be real. Admiring her pussy wasn't what he had in mind, though.

A quake rolled through her body and she let out a quavering moan as a broad stroke of his tongue followed the length of her nether lips. The taste of her was intoxicating, though he'd gained but a hint so far. After his tongue slipped over her hood, he pressed it into the parting of her lips for a much better taste.

"Oh yes. That feels so good, Glen."

His words hurried to hasten a return to her nectar, Glen responded, "You taste so sweet."

Her hands came to rest on the top of his head as he devoured her. No other word could describe the hungry swipes, probes, and wriggles of his tongue over her folds. Every twitch, whimper, and tightening of her fingers in his hair spurred him on to even greater efforts.

"Oh. Oh yes. Please don't stop."

In short order, her hands pressed down hard, holding him against her need while her hips lifted at the same time — not that he needed any encouragement. He could feel the muscles of her thighs contracting against his cheek, and took it as a signal to concentrate on her clit.

"So close. Don't stop. Oh yes. Baby, please." The words grew louder and higher-pitched with every syllable.

Glen locked his lips over her hood, sucking hard, and flicked the swollen bud beneath with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers fisted into his hair, pulling at the roots, and he knew she was almost there.

"Ah! Ah! Ohhh! Oh my... Ahhh!" Her last cry tightened into a squeak, then deepened into a moan as she came on his tongue.

He didn't relent. He continued to lap for her juices as she trembled in orgasm, darting his tongue to her clit on occasion to draw sharp whimpers from her. She just kept coming and coming, until finally pushing him away with a pained sound. As soon as his tongue left her folds, she covered her quivering sex with one hand and clamped her thighs together.

Glen grinned and caressed her butt as she curled up, still moaning and shivering. Her skin was flushed from the face all the way down to her breasts, which rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath.

When her muscles finally relaxed and her eyes opened, he smiled at her and asked, "You okay?"

Melinda nodded and let out a moan. "Wonderful. I thought... Thought it was never gonna stop. It was so good, but — ohhh!" She then crooked her finger to him and said, "Kiss me."

A series of soft pecks culminated in a long, deep kiss. Glen straightened his elbows to see her swallow and scrunch her nose up for a moment. Guessing that her throat was dry, he turned and grabbed the glass of water that she'd placed on the nearby table on the way through the house.

She wriggled up into a seated position and accepted the glass. "Thank you," she said before taking several drinks and handing the glass back.

Glen turned his head to see where the table was while sitting the glass back down, and nearly dropped it when a soft hand curled around his erection.

"Did I mention that you're gorgeous?"

He groaned from the feeling of her hand stroking his cock. "Have I told you that you're beautiful? And unbelievably sexy?"

She stroked him faster, letting out a long, aroused moan. When she released his erection, she put her hands beneath her and started sliding her bottom across the cushions.

Glen scanned the floor, looking for his pants to grab the condom in his wallet, but just as he spotted them, Melinda's hand wrapped around his cock again.

"I need you. I need you deep inside me," she said in a breathless voice while tugging on the convenient handle toward her parting legs.

A moment of indecision flashed over him, but it didn't last long. He assumed that she must be on the pill, and not worried about getting pregnant. Of course, she didn't know that it wasn't a possibility, anyway. Every member of his family had been conceived on Earth Day, and he had until midnight before that was an issue.

As to the other potential risks, he felt that he could trust her, and the thought of slipping inside her for the first time unencumbered by a latex barrier set him to throbbing in her hand. He lifted his knee and settled it on the couch, hooking his thumb behind her knee at the same time to lift it higher and wider.

Melinda looked over her breasts to watch him settle into position between her thighs. Glen pressed down on his erection with his thumb, and then settled the tip against her nether lips.

She groaned and whispered, "Easy," her eyes still fixed on him about to penetrate her.

Giving his cock a few jiggles, he wetted the tip in her juices, and then pressed forward. Melinda cried out as the bulbous helmet popped into her canal, her head thumping back to the cushions again. Glen sighed, and then grunted, amazed by how hot, tight, and wet she felt. He pressed on, sliding into her inch by inch, reveling in every second.

She let out a long, staccato ah as the last half of his cock pushed into her depths, the sound jumping a couple of octaves when his balls settled against her. "Oh! So full. I love it."

"God, you feel good."

Her intimate muscles contracted, squeezing his throbbing organ even tighter. He pulled back to the tip, and then pushed into her again with the same agonizing slowness as the first time.

"More," she pleaded while pinching her nipples.

Glen couldn't have maintained the torturous pace if he'd wanted to. She felt too good, and he'd been anticipating it too long. The fight to keep his baser instincts under control and thrust with measured speed was hard enough.

She was soaking wet, and the moist sound of his cock sliding into her depths mingled with her soft moans and his own sighs of pleasure. Every thrust penetrated deep, his balls tapping against her skin, and then retreated until the tip almost popped free of her canal. He wanted to feel every inch of him wrapped in her velvety walls, and wanted her to feel it too.

He shifted his knees and guided her upthrust leg into a straighter position, changing the angle at which he penetrated her. She let out a yelp, her eyes popping wide open.

"Right there. Yes, just like that. Oh, so good."

"Ah, baby," he groaned, the sexy sound of her voice causing him to unconsciously increase the speed of his thrusts.

"Yes. Faster. Oh, you're going to make me come."

Beginning to lose control, Glen sucked his thumb and centered it over her clit, rubbing the bud beneath its protective hood and pressing it against his thrusting shaft. The concentration required helped him to slow down and distracted him from the building itch in the tip of his cock.

She reached down and pulled his hand a little higher, just above her hood. She pushed down harder on his thumb, and he could feel the shaft of her clit. Taking the hint, he rubbed with strong pressure, drawing a squeaky-sounding uh huh from her.

Within a few more thrusts, Melinda's face flushed red, and she began to lash her head back and forth on the cushions. "Faster. Don't stop. Please don't stop," she cried, her back slowly arching up from the couch.

He tightened his grip on her leg and released his pent up sexual energy at last. Loud claps sounded each time he thrust his cock home, and her breasts bounced from the shockwaves passing through her body. Panting through clenched teeth, he fought to keep the urge to come under control.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she yelped with every hard thrust, her eyes pinched tightly closed. "Oh! I'm th... I'm... Ah! Ohhh!"

She came with a great lurch, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. One hand clenched tight on the edge of the couch cushion while the other froze with fingers curled into claws. The second hand snapped to his wrist a moment later, jerking his thumb away from her clit. Her feet thumped into his back, holding him close against her as her pussy squeezed tight.

Glen closed his eyes, the sight of her trembling in orgasm threatening to push him over the edge. His cock throbbed hard inside her, the electric itch of an impending climax shooting up his spine. In the end, only the twinge of discomfort in his back from the position she'd pulled him into kept him from erupting with volcanic force.

Her grip on his wrist relaxed at about the same time as he believed he was safe from filling her full of cum if he moved a muscle. He opened his eyes to see her smiling up at him, her expression one of contented bliss. Her eyes blinked shut and she gasped, walls contracting around him once again as a lingering wave of orgasmic energy passed through her. When her eyes opened again, she lifted her arms wide, beckoning him to her.

Still buried in her depths, Glen leaned over into her arms. She held him close, kissing his neck and moaning, "Thank you. Oh, thank you. I came so hard."

"You're so sexy when you come. I almost did too," Glen said, placing a hand on her cheek and guiding her to where he could kiss her.

"Mmm. You didn't come?"

"Almost."

"I wanted you to."

"I wasn't sure."

She moaned again and shivered in his arms. "I do. I want to feel it. But, hold me for a while."

He nodded and kissed her, but a few minutes later, he was wincing from supporting his weight over her with his cock still buried inside her, though it was beginning to soften.

She must have understood, because she nodded and said, "It's okay," releasing him from her arms.

Straightening took quite a bit of effort, and Melinda gasped when he pulled free of her. He sat down hard, his cock slapping against his stomach. She sat up to snuggle next to him and reached between his legs.

"Oh my, you made me wet," she said while gliding a finger along the length of his pussy-slick cock.

Glen twitched as her touch made him throb from blood rushing back into the half-hard organ. "Uh huh."

Leaning in closer, pressing her breasts against him, she kissed his chest. "I want more." Another kiss. "I want you to come for me."

Glen's eyebrows lifted as she kissed her way down his chest to his stomach. She looked up at him, grinned, and then kissed the tip of his cock.

"Mmm. I do taste good, don't I?"

A long groan escaped him as she took him between her lips. He hardened quickly from the sight of her sucking his cock clean of her juices, and soon stretched her lips wide. She took him deep, her cheeks concave to add warm friction, and teased him with her tongue at the top of every stroke.

She released him with a final slurp, and then stood up in front of him. She lifted one knee, and then the other, placing them on the cushions next to his hips. He scooted closer to the edge of the couch, letting her center her bottom over his cock. Once in position, she leaned forward, kissing him hard, and reached between their bodies to press the head of his cock against her folds.

Twin groans accompanied her sinking down onto his erection. Melinda sat up over his cock, wiggling her hips, and flipped her hair out of her face.

Glen caressed her hips as she gyrated on his cock, stirring him deep inside her. She cupped her breasts for a moment, and then slid a hand down her body to her clit. After giving it three taps with her fingers, she started to rub, her hips rocking forward and back.

"Yeah, baby," he groaned as she rode him, her breasts swinging and jiggling from the motion of her body. She felt wonderful wrapped around him, but the sensation wasn't overwhelming, giving him hope that he could hold out for a while.

Melinda, on the other hand, whimpered and moaned, her face growing flush. "Tell me if I hurt you," she said in a rush, her hips moving faster and the fingers on her clit keeping pace.

Glen tensed his muscles, making his cock throb inside her, and her eyes shot wide open. She squealed, followed by several pants. "What was..." A surprised grin spread across her face. "What was that?"

"You like it?"

"Oh, yeah." She gasped. "Oh, you feel so good."

"Come for me," Glen said, his voice low and demanding.