There She Is Again Ch. 02

Jill seemed to always want to be touching me. Her touches weren't overt, blatant touches based on insecurity. You've seen those couples. Clinging to each other as if in a perpetually necessary effort to prove that they were still together; maybe to others but mostly to themselves. Jill's touch was different. It was often casual and subtle. People around us might be totally unaware. Those gestures and glances that made stimulating connections between our souls were simple and discrete. It made me feel wonderful.

As she sat back in the middle of the couch, I knew it was the right time. I moved her wine glass to one side as I sat down directly in front of her on the coffee table. The direct position grabbed her attention as her expression revealed. Her eyes widened and she sat up a bit, preparing herself for whatever it was that was important enough for my posturing.

"Okay. Jill. We've been seeing each other for a while now. And I want you to know that I'm ready - er, I think we're ready. Oh hell, how do I say this?" I fumbled the words through my lips as I took her hands in mine. A look of utter confusion came over her face as she tried to interpret my utterances.

Finally I just reached over to the end table and grabbed the box containing the key to the house. I pulled it out and placed it in her hands. "Here. This is what I want to talk to you about."

A shocked look came over her face. She held her breath as she opened the box. Then there was silence.

"You fuckin asshole!!" she yelled. Without warning she started beating at my chest. I was utterly unprepared as her fists struck home. My eyes widened as I thought she was being sarcastic; playful even. But then the blows started hurting. Before I knew it she was thrashing at me and screaming. "You fuckin', god damned, asshole!" she shouted.

She shoved me back so hard that her wine glass that I had set to one side shook and almost toppled over as she stood up and walked away from me. She was stomping off to the front door as if she was leaving. Then like reversing gears she turned suddenly and threw the box at me, striking me in the chest. She turned again and grabbed at the overnight bag by the door, shoving a few of her things into the bag and zipping it shut with exaggerated movements.

"Jill. What's wrong? I gave you a key to the house because I want to ask you to move in with me," I exclaimed, trying to find out what was wrong. I stood and followed her, grabbing her from behind. "Please don't walk out. Tell me what's wrong!"

She turned to face me, with frustrated anger in her expression. "Don't you get it? You're such a guy. You didn't think about the fact that you just handed me a box shaped like a RING box? Did it ever occur to your Neanderthal mind that I might think you were asking me something else?" She said in a confused voice mixed with anger.

Oh my god. What the hell was I thinking? It was a ring box. She must have thought I was asking her to marry me when she opened that box. "Jill, please. Wait. Please forgive me. I wasn't thinking." I was crushed at the thought that I had just disappointed the woman that I loved due to my insensitivity.

As she turned to the front door, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and drew her to me. She was somewhat stiff in her stance. "You're damn straight you weren't thinking," she said with a harsh tone. She moved slightly up and down on her heels; pulling her arms into her sides and putting her hand over her face. I could sense she was thinking; considering her next move. She squirmed a bit in my arms like a four year old trying to run toward an ice cream truck. Sometimes like she wanted to get away and other times like she wanted to be held.

Then as she calmed down, she finally spoke again. "You want me to move in with you? Is that what you just said?" She did hear me. She hears everything and keeps it stored for when she needs it.

"That's what the key is for," I said softly to the back of her head. "It's to that door right in front of you. I want you to move in with me."

"This door right here?" She said with almost impish charm in her voice.

"That's the one," I whispered, letting my lips fall against her head.

"Here, in your house," With each sentence, she relaxed a bit more.

"No," I replied. She turned quickly to look at me, to read my facial expressions and understand what I was saying. "I mean I want you to move in here, and make it OUR house." I said with authority.

She kissed me. It was one of those kisses that you can tell your partner is thinking about something far deeper than the act of kissing. As we kissed, I could see that she held her eyes open and was searching mine. Even in the act of kissing me she was investigating my intent. But then her eyes closed and the focus was no longer on thoughts of rings, keys, and moving in. The focus was on the intimate act of our kiss. Her right hand slid up the side of my head letting her fingers plow through my hair.

Eventually she pushed back on me. Looked me dead in the eye and through a final sniffle to compose herself she stated. "I'll think about it," She rubbed her nose with her forefinger, composing herself from the mild meltdown she had just experienced before walking away from me.

"What?" I asked in confusion as the roller coaster started down a second hill. "Wait, .. What?"

"I'll think about it," she stated directly as she walked half way across the room. She paused at a small secretary desk that separated the entrance to the dining room from the living room. Tugging on a box of tissues, she took four or five to wipe her nose and eyes.

"What's there to think about?" I asked. "Do you love me? You said yourself that you knew we were in love. So what exactly is there to think about?"

"I still have some questions that need to be resolved before we make this kind of step," she said moving back toward the coffee table. She took the wine glass in her hands and sipped from it before setting it back in place.

"GOD, I'll never understand women!!" I nearly shouted in frustration to the ceiling. "So when will you tell me?"

"I'll tell you when I know for certain!" She said calmly, tossing her bag back down next to the door.

Jill walked confidently toward the kitchen, shoving her hands into her back pockets as she went. Her hips gently swayed in rhythm with her steps. I stood amazed at how she looked to me. She reached to the light switch for the kitchen overhead lights and slid the dimmer down until there was just a glow. She leaned her hips back against the counter and looked back into the living room at me.

"Well?" She said in a sultry, soft voice.

"Well what?" I asked. "You obviously don't want to talk about this."

"That's not what I mean," she shot back quickly.

"Well what then?" I tried to contain the disappointment I was feeling at how poorly I had orchestrated this fiasco.

"Didn't you say we'd pick it up right here in an hour?" She said playfully.

Maybe it isn't a roller coaster after all. More like one of those rides that jerks you from one side to the other so rapidly that you get whiplash. But what the hell; I didn't need a second invitation. I about climbed over the couch and end tables to get to the kitchen, tripping on the dining room throw rug on my way. She giggled and covered her mouth as I recovered from my stumble and by the time I arrived had settled into a gentle smile. I embraced her and raised her up to sit on the counter as she squealed in amusement.

With her sitting on the counter, I moved in between her legs. She crossed her bare feet behind me, drawing me into her. I began kissing along the side of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin on my lips. She took one hand and drew her hair to one side, rolling her head to that side as well. She exposed her neck to my kisses and I rewarded her with a long, lingering, lick up the tense neck muscle that lead to the underside of her jaw and her ear.

She took my face in both of her hands and we began to kiss again. The caress of her hands across my cheeks as we kissed was euphoric. As we kissed, I slowly unbuttoned each button of her blouse; one by one. I wasn't in a rush. I wanted to savor the moment; taking pleasure in her kiss as well as the feeling of her blouse gradually opening. My fingers groped in the dim shadows. I tugged her blouse open. Ah yes. I loved this bra she was wearing. Simple white lace that barely contained her breasts. No shoulder straps, just a wrap around her torso.

I knew just how to release the small metal hooks that stood between me and the prize. I slid my hands around her torso. The heat of her body trapped inside the blouse radiated against my fingertips. I could feel the soft flesh of her torso and behind her, my palms rested flat against the warm flesh of her back. I pressed her torso toward me, tightening the embrace. Her breasts pressed against my chest taking my breath away. As we kissed one of her hands slid behind my head, gripping the back of my head to assure I would never stop. If I had my way, I never would. The bra snapped open easily and began to fall gradually in surrender.

She released her grip on my head, but not the kiss; long enough to aid me as I tugged her blouse off her shoulders. As we wrestled her blouse off, that thin band of hair that had been tucked behind her ear fell forward and graced my face. With a final tug, the blouse was completely free from her arms and I tossed it aside. Jill started to return her hands to my head, but I grabbed her hands. Gripping her hands in mine, I stretched her arms upward and slightly to each side; pressing them against the cabinet doors behind her.

"Awh..," she gasped in delight as I gripped her hands firmly. She pulled her face away from our kiss to gasp for air; her head fell back against the cabinet door. So I began kissing her chin and down the front of her neck. As I reached her collar bone, my kiss turned into a lavish lick. The stretch of her neck to one side and her arms raised, caused her collar bone to stand out; making a dimple spot next to her neck. I dug my tongue into the soft depression then licked my way back to her earlobe.

Jill's chest began to raise and lower as she sucked air into her lungs. Her breasts were incredible in this light. I loved the sight of her breasts; full and round but not exaggerated like the fake trophy wives I see at work. She was a real woman. Her age only enhanced her beauty to me. I slid my hands down Jill's arms, still pressing them against the cabinet door. I needed to reach those lovely breasts. I lowered my head in worship of her beauty and let my face seek the softness of her. Gently kissing down her sternum my cheeks gradually felt her flesh on both sides of my face. The warmth was undeniably erotic.

I released her arms so that I could draw my attention to her torso. Gripping her torso on each side of her; just enough to feel the side of each breast in my palms, I buried my face into her. She glanced down to watch my head dig into the warm space between her breasts. Her hips began that undeniable movement that I knew was a sign she was becoming truly aroused. She pulled her arms around my head, all but smothering me in her warmth. Her head fell back against the cabinet door with a gentle thud.

"God that feels amazing," she whispered as she let her face drift to one side. Her mouth was still agape, her expressions changing with each inch of the flesh I was kissing.

I didn't want to speak. I was so absorbed by the feeling of my face being enveloped in her warm breasts. I began unbuttoning my shirt and tugging at the sleeves to pull it away from me while letting her continue to grip my head in her arms. The movement made her realize I was undressing and she paused to help me. Since we had paused momentarily, I chose to go even farther; I quickly unbuckled my pants and began tugging them off before returning my attention to my lovely partner.

Looking her straight in the eye, I began unbuttoning her jeans. The look of delight on her face was all the encouragement I needed. She put her hands on the countertop on each side of her and raised herself up. Her wicked grin gave my instruction. I pulled her jeans and panties off together and knelt down to navigate them over her ankles. The porcelain skin of her legs draped before me from the edge of the countertop. So I stayed on my knees and let my cheeks run along her right shin. I gripped her calves, permitting me to direct the angle of her legs against my ribs. Her feet playfully rubbed against my hipbone.

I raised slightly, just enough to let my face reach her knees. The soft flesh just to the inside of her kneecaps became my new focus. She looked down at my head as I toyed and licked her knees; it caused her to gently spread her legs. I looked up at her, to gain her approval as my hands explored her thighs. I took the movement of her legs, opening to me, as an invitation. I licked the length of her inner thigh with the flat of my tongue. I could see the reaction; it was what I had hoped for. She shuttered a bit before her hips began their subtle movement of desire. Her thighs had been pressed against the countertop with her weight. But through the course of my lick, her muscles tightened and she raised her hips enough that I could see the soft triangular fur that covered her mons. I could see her hands grip the edge of the countertop with anticipation.

Reaching behind her, I drew her hips to the edge of the counter. She shifted willingly. She knew what I was preparing to do. That wicked expression returned to her face as she reached down between her legs and grabbed her own feet. Pulling them upward to the edge of the counter and holding them there, her arms pressed her legs open, exposing her intimacy to me.

It was too sacred to attack or devour. I was kneeling before the woman I loved and she was giving herself to me. So I treasured the moment. I patently approached her letting my cheeks slide down her inner thigh. I licked gently at the raised muscle between her thigh and mons. I let my nose softly push against her clitoral hood, and then rocked my chin forward to let my lips softly press against her labia. I kissed her; then let my tongue gently part her labia.

Her hips arched upward to meet my mouth. I could see her close her eyes and rest her head back against the cabinet door again. So I pressed more firmly. My tongue pushed between her folds and penetrated her.

She sucked in a deep breath, letting her mouth remain open as she moaned. "Oh god..." I knew she loved to be penetrated by my tongue. But I knew she enjoyed something else far more. I took the wetness of her labia, now on my tongue and licked upward to where her hood hid her clitoris. Letting my tongue saturate her hood, I then gently put my lips together on the top of her hood and lightly sucked.

I knew from her reaction that I had rediscovered the exact location that causes her such pleasure. Her hips shivered against my mouth. I knelt there gently sucking slowly, drawing her into the space between my lips and out again. The movement of her hands on my head would occasionally pause as she would drift off into her own pleasure. Then as if she suddenly remembered me, she would then return to massaging my scalp with her fingertips as I continued pleasing her. I knew that with just the right patience, I could make her climax several times during our encounters; each one more explosive than the one before. For a moment I imagined what that must be like since guys seem to lose stamina after they ejaculate.

Jill was in the throws of near orgasm when I thought I'd aid her along. I continued my gentle sucking as I softly penetrated her with my middle finger. The sensation captured her unprepared. A soft, guttural moan fell from her lips as a smile spread across her face. Running my fingerprint inside her along the front of her vagina until I found the rough, callous like oval that I knew drove her crazy. My fingertip gradually stroked that spot that didn't feel like the rest of her vagina. With each pass her hips began to rock into my face. Within moments she began to shiver as her torso writhed with a wave of pleasure. The grip on my head tightened in her hands.

"Euh... ... yes..., " she started before reaching the climax; then it struck. "GOD yes!" She all but shouted as the wave passed through her body. Her hips bounced slightly, grinding against the finger inside her body; intentionally using my hand to complete her pleasure. Her breathing deepened and she let out a long exhale as if she had been only breathing in for several minutes.

While she was still in the aftermath of her orgasm, I stood up and began kissing her. My cock felt the cold countertop between her legs. But not for long. "I need you... please" I begged before kissing her; letting my tongue plunge into the pleasurable warmth of her mouth. But I didn't have to beg too hard, she knew it to. I felt her hand envelop my cock, guiding me to just the right spot. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down along her slit, wetting me with her juices before letting go and gripping my shoulder and neck.

"This is what you need, isn't it baby?" I was a bit taken back by her forwardness. We had never used the common slang such as 'baby' or even pet names for each other. But the seductive way she spoke caused me to want her even more; and now.

I plunged into her, feeling the warm rush of pleasure that cascaded across my entire body. The pressure of the edge of the countertop caused a unique sensation as I thrust a second time. She sensed it too. That wicked grin returned but it morphed into an expression of shear pleasure as I took my third stroke. I was just warming up; getting the right position for me to start repeated thrusts into her. Finding the right angle and approach was important. I wanted this climax to rival any other I had ever experienced with any woman.

"Easy." I hadn't expected her to speak. She usually is fairly quiet as I fuck her; other than the occasional moan of enjoyment. I slowed my pace and looked into her eyes. "Remember our first lesson at the cabin. If you feel like you need to cum, slow down and wait. I want this to last a while." She was caressing my cheek as she spoke and concluded by kissing me.

I nodded in agreement, unable to speak since all of my energy and will had been poured into my sexual aggression. She took my chin and directed my eyes to hers. "You promise?" She said playfully.

"Um hum" I mumbled and kissed her again.

As I was gripping her hips in my hand, steadily fucking her I felt the familiar sensation deep at the base of my cock. I knew what it was. I was on the brink of ejaculating. I took a deep breath. She realized where I was and grinned at me, she tilted her head a bit as if to say, 'what did I tell you?'. So I slowed and paused with just the head of my cock inside her. I exhaled and calmed my breathing letting the sensation inside me begin to dissipate.

"Very good... you're learning," she said with a air of personal achievement. She kissed me deeply, letting her tongue dig deeply into my mouth. I savored her, knowing that by being patient I was pleasing her.

As I reestablished control of myself, I felt secure enough to begin again. My strokes were more focused this time, trying to feel and recognize the sensation of her vagina gripping my cock. I bent my knees slightly; they struck the cabinet door below us; so I repositioned my stance for another round. This time she leaned back slightly and rested her back on the cabinet door behind her. She raised one arm behind her and steadied herself by gripping the surface of the cabinet behind her. Her face was partially covered by her raised arm, but this angle exposed her gorgeous breasts to my view as I started stroking into her again.