No Kissing Allowed

He pulled out of her and pressed lightly her knees to bend while he slid lower. He was replaying in his mind 'Sorry if I hurt you' but he wasn't sure he eventually let the words out. His tongue touched the sore entrance and licked to a soothing rhythm. Yes, it had been so long and she tasted exactly like he needed her to taste.

Her whimpering turned to soft moaning when he run up her slit and circled her clit for a brief moment, while her hands reluctantly caressed his hair. When Peter felt her body moving slightly to meet his tongue he knew it was time to make love to her. He took his hard member and pushed gently into her vagina, noticing how perfectly her entrance closed behind him, squeezing him lightly with every push and move he made. It was his time to moan.

They started rocking together like dancing, his hands under her shoulders bringing her closer and her hands wrapped around his waist.

The breaths were heard a moment after each tender thrust and her clit was being constantly rubbed by his skillfully moving crotch on her. The plain penetration of a man into a woman.

Her breathing got sharper and he felt reaching deeper, covered in her juices that made her feel only pleasure and no pain. As she was mumbling words in her native language along with his name, Peter leaned and kissed her lips, a kiss that was strong and persistent but loving in essence and it was then he felt her scream softly in his mouth and her body give in to that melting feeling he was seconds away from feeling too. When a new rush of her juices spread on his cock he let go and his own orgasm filled her more than he could think possible, sperm and juices leaking out while they both moaned in each other's mouth.

They stayed entangled for some preciously nirvana moments when she realized he had discarded his condom before he entered her the second time and that he had broken his rule.

They both didn't speak of that. Paula, blushing, stood up and started picking up her clothes and dressing while Peter pretended to have an urgent and serious task on a piece of paper in front of him. She mumbled a 'thank you' on her way out.

He went to the door.

She hadn't taken the money.

From that moment he knew she never would again.

He was fighting his demons.

He couldn't win them. He couldn't fall in love.

He wouldn't call her again.

*****

To Mand min. He knows.

My Editor: A million times thank you.