Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2010 23:02:20 +0100 From: Pearse Jackson Subject: A Moment Sasha awoke, her cheek buried in the soft pillow, sighing softly as the gumminess of recent waking overtook her body. She rose to a sitting position, and smiled, as she saw Jamie's standing profile highlighted against the rising sun shining through the balcony. From this angle, she could see the casually tensed muscles of his arms on the railing of the balcony, the immense shoulder blades that made a girl want to caress them as he made love to her. Sasha ghosted off the bed, and padded through the bedroom to join him. Jamie heard the soft whispers of Sasha's ballerina feet on the floor of the bedroom, and smiled to himself as she placed her hands at his upper back, moving her body to one side so she could look into his face as he looked at her. She always took his breath away, whether it be after sport, eating, sex, sleeping, whatever. There was a timeless innocence and beauty to her that seemed to withstand all situations. Her face, glowing from the soft smile on it, was radiant in the morning sun, and he turned his body to hers, taking in in a moment the little, pointed breasts, delicate shoulders, and pink, erect penis, as he pulled her close, tilting his head down even as she tilted hers up, to kiss her, a slow, open mouth kiss, like a momento from the night before. Sasha had her own momento, which was the slight ache in her boipussy from standing, but it was ok. Jamie could be so tender, but he could be oh so dominant, and last night, he had held her so tight, his tongue penetrating her even as his inraged cock had. She could only whimper and whine under him, and then, as he pulled her close afterwards, stroking her neck and thigh with his hands as she laid across him, smile in true happiness. He made her whole, made her feel loved, every single day. They parted, smiling at each other in that warmth that is shared memory of shared love. ''I love you,'' she whispered, always the first to pledge herself to him, always needing that little spoken phrase, that meant the whole world to her. ''I love you, too,'' Jamie whispered back, his hands caressing her hips, enjoying the tilt of her chin, the colour of her cheeks compared to her paler face. She hugged his body, and he raised one hand to hold her head there, stroking her long, gleaming brown hair, feeling how her breasts pushed gently at his chest, the points almost barbed due to the light morning breeze surrounding their bodies. He set a hand under her chin, and tilted it up so he could kiss her again, a soft, tender meeting of the lips, before gathering her up in his arms, and bringing her inside to the bed. She clung to his neck, looking deep into his eyes, and Jamie warmly returned that contact, a token of their spiritual connection. She inhaled softly as he laid her down on the bed, as if a precious jewel, which she knew she was to him. She set her feet flat on the bed, holding her bent legs a little apart, as she propped herself up onto her elbows, smiling suggestively. He took the bait, knowing that it was that, but still wanting it. He kneeled between her legs, and gently caressed her knees, his fingertips whispering against the softer skin at the backs. She wet her lips, feeling little thrills go through her, smiling wider at the attention he was giving his task. She loved that about him; at times, it was almost as if he used her, so was his lust and animal drive, but at other times, his strokes were so savoured, his lips were so gentle.......she knew, after her first night with him, she was in love, a night where he had shown both, animal drive and lust in luring her, who had been a he then, to his bed, and then his tender touches and kisses, and finally the claiming of her virginity, had told her all she needed to know. God, I love this, Jamie thought to himself, simply gazing at her beauty, as his hands glided up her thighs. He stroked the outsides first, taking his time there, hearing the soft hitches of her breath, watching as her breasts rose on every inhale. There was poetry in everything she did. He slowly slid his hands inwards, and trailed his fingertips up and down the insides of her thighs, knowing a response would be got from it, and it was, a soft, lyrical squeal from the beautiful girl laid out before him, her eyes slowly closing in appreciation of his sensual worship of her. The insides of her thighs was one of her sweet spots, and Jamie now lowered his head between her legs, feeling, as he always does, that sense of inate honour of being allowed to do so. His lips caressed the inside of her left thigh, leaving little, pink suckmarks there, as his hands once more sought the outsides of her thighs. She, out of instinct in her sudden moans and shuddering, pushed her lower body more at him, and suddenly his grasping lips, and darting tongue, were mere inches from her little boiclitty. He slipped his tongue under the tight, little testicles, and licked them, wetting them in his saliva, feeling as well as hearing the approval from Sasha. He licked at them slowly, teasing her with his savour, before moving his mouth up, taking in the full length of her two inch clitty in an instant, hearing the cry that rang and echoed in the room, a cry of release, he thought, and looked up, confirming his suspicion; her hands were now gripping the bedsheets to either side of herself, her head no longer held up, but laid onto the pillows. She was his in that moment, and there was great joy in not taking her, but simply just caressing her tiny nub with his lips, and wetting it with his tongue. Her natural girlishness took over at this point in time, and she squealed and whined softly, eyes closed as her little pricklet sought release. His hands slid under her lower back, holding it up even as he rubbed his hands back and forth against it, so that her little pink thing was pointed right at his wet mouth. She felt him nibble the soft skin, and felt the sudden rush, the tensing of inner muscles as well as outer ones, that signalled impending orgasm, and indeed, after one long, drawn, milking motion of his lips on her, she spurted her cum into his mouth, a shudder moving her body as her lover swallowed her cum with his mouth still wrapped around her, giving her one last deep kiss, then leaning back from her. She tried to find his neck or shoulders blindly, and found his shoulders, slowly opening her eyes to look into his. He smiled at her gently as his hands caressed her, from curvy hip to smooth armpit, and he laid his body down gently over hers, his lips pressing against hers. She stroked the back of his neck, offering her open mouth to him, and moaning as he took it, his tongue filling her hungry mouth and satiating her with its careful and deft motions. His thumbs continued to play with her ticklish, tender armpits, while his fingers wrapped themselves around her soft, stretched shoulders, exciting her to moans during the kiss. He slowly leaned back, amazed at how soft she was, everywhere; her armpits, jaw, biceps, places where a normal sixteen year old boy, or even girl, wouldn't be soft, but she was, and oh did he love it. Simply placing his body on hers felt like a loving caress from her willing body. She looked up at him now, so innocent and sweet, her eyes shining with love for him, and he felt honoured, again, to have been worthy of her love and adoration. He gently pushed her so her head was against the pillows propped against the headboard of the bed, as they always were, her back elevated by the two pillows her head had been resting on. She seemed to guess his intention, for her breathing became more husky, and when he slowly spread her thighs more around his waist, she knew, Jamie could tell by the swift breaths, the trembling of her pliant flesh. He kissed her softly once more, and whispered as their lips parted, ''Ready, sweetie?'' He knew she could be, indeed was always eager for him, but he felt guilty if he didn't ask. ''Yes, darling,'' she responded, a pleading tone in her voice. It was a plea she always heard in her voice upon that request; probably human instinct, Sasha thought to herself as she felt her man caress the junction of her hip and raised thigh, to feel a little vunerable here, especially after fifteen years as a boy. She steeled herself as he reached for th ever-present jar of lube on the dresser drawer beside the bed, digging his fore- and index- fingers into the lube, getting them well coated. She raised her lower body another notch, for she knew what was next. His hand slipped between them, and then she felt her cheeks part around his wrist, and then, with only the preparation of a quick inhaled breath, his thick fingers parted her puckered pussylips. She whined in sudden pain and sensation, as always, that moment his fingers began to massage her hungry hole igniting an invisible fuse deep inside her that lit up a what felt like an explosion of surging, electrical pleasure, all over her body, making her nipples sting, her pussy tense around his fingers. His expert fingers now went to town on her, feeling for that little button that set off her joy, finding it, and probing the hard tips of his fingers there, caressing it with the pads. She could only concentrate on that, her eyes tight shut and cheeks beginning to flush, as his lips took hers, this time more hungrily, letting her know he was aroused, too. Her lips responded weakly, as always the feeling of any part of him inside her paralysing her. Her breathing, which only got more urgent, suddenly turned into a cry as Jamie, showing his natural sixth sense for knowing when she would orgasm, broke the kiss to let her cry out, more of a scream, really, as her clitty spurted once more, this time on his stomach, and her sphincter tightened as it showered his fingers with an anal orgasm. Jamie smiled in wonder, as he withdrew his fingers. He loved how tight she was, even now after a year of his close, hungry attention, and loved it even more that her anal orgasms always produced so much cum. His fingers were coated in it, tip to knuckle, and he brought the two fingers up to her mouth, teasing the softer flesh at the joining of her lips with his fingers, before she, her eyes now closed with that relaxed malady of sexual pleasure, rather than the tightness of sexual distress like moments before now, blindly parted her lips, and licked both the remaining lube and her own cum off it. They only bought edible lube for just this reason, and the feeling of her wet tongue on, and her soft, pursed lips around his fingers, was thrilling to him. He caressed her cheek once he eased his fingers out of her mouth, a small hitch appearing in his breathing as he watched her eyes blossom open, a promising spring, after winter. There was satiation in those eyes, and Jamie once more marvelled at the simplicity of her pleasure; whereas some women couldn't be content with one cock, so they cheated on their men, this sweet, little girl savoured every touch, every kiss, until her skin was so sensitive a caress was like a thrust of his cock inside her. Her graditude at what he did to her illuminated her awe inspiring face, something all female loving men wanted to see from their women, to know they loved them as much as they loved their women. He handed her the lube, smiling at the delight in her eyes. She took the lube, smiling in part wonder as she took it. There was something so lovely about that; he lubed her, and she lubed him. Both got to touch each other's most intimate areas, getting a sense and memory of them, before joining them. She dipped the tips of her fingers in it, and reached down for his semi-hard cock, which he had tucked under one of her thighs, and which she now worshipped with her fingers. Rubbing the growingly taut skin, soft milking motions that brought satisfied, breathed noises from her lover, probing her index all over the blood-purple head of his cock, feeling the perfect smoothness, touching the tiny slit, getting her little, graceful finger covered in his anticipating precum. Her lubing well done, she brought her fingers up, and like he had done, offered them to her admiring lover. He took them, and she smiled shyly as his lips curled in a wide, lusty grin around her fingers. There was no male arrogance in Jamie, no aversion to his cum, and no hypocrisy at making her do what he would not. He licked the lube and precum off her fingers, his eyes showing only love and savour, both at her and the taste in his mouth. She felt a blush come on; no matter how intimately she got to know this man, the love of her life, her saviour from unhappiness and loneliness, she continued to blush and be shy at times. She knew he found it enchanting, which made her feel glad she had kept that trait much evident in the first time her footfalls had graced the threshold of this bedroom. She slowly pulled her fingers from his mouth, enjoying how they came away wet, now with his attentive saliva, and she placed her hands at the back of his neck and shoulders, slightly pushing her waiting boipussy towards his now hard 11''. She looked so vunerable, her eyes so pleading. He loved that about her; it was like a silent question for love, even though she knew she had his love already. Somehow, it only made him want to please her more. Which is no bad thing, he thought fondly. His hands, gripping her soft, ample hips, pulled her so his cock slid between her cheeks, to probe against the hungrily gaping pussy he knew so well he could find by touch now. Her arms trembled, her breasts rose and fall with her prepatory breaths, and his cock throbbed and pulsed to know her, to taste her. He slid himself into her, feeling her responsive tense, her little body clinging desperately to him as their sexes exchanged a lingering, deep kiss, their hands holding each other so close. He pushed, and pulled, gently, slowly, savouring this as much as every kiss and caress this morning had brought, as her tender, pliant pussy sucked at his hungry cock. His moans were almost hoarse, as his mind appreciated how perfect her pussy felt on him, how musical the calls of her growing pleasure and distress were. She moaned and whimpered, under her lover, inside his arms, as he surged into her. Her wrists, as well as her hands, were tensed around his neck, holding on tightly, her lips parted as she exhaled her enjoyment, slight pain, and mind blowing pleasure at what he was doing to her. It was hard for her, was always hard, but she gradually, so slowly, regained some control, and started to move herself with him, tightening the already tight chamber of her pussy upon his cock, knowing how much added pleasure it brought to her lover. His answering groan was well worth the ache she'd feel later for it, she knew, and his sudden, hungry lips caressing hers made her forget about any such fabled ache. She kissed back, sucking and licking on his larger, wet tongue as it caressed the undersides of hers, their lips fused together, as their genitals fused, and parted, only to fuse once more, in a tighter, deeper fit. She knew of nothing that brought this feeling of oneness with the world, this concentration upon not even this house, not even this room, but only this bed on which her body lay wrapped around his, this cock that had claimed her virginity, claimed her physical love, and shown her love, time after time. She didn't even feel the anal orgasm that tried to gain her attention, for now her man's arms were around her pussy, physically holding her lower body off the bed, as his thrusts became frenzied and animal in their urgency. He certainly felt her orgasm, however, a bathing of his already wet cock. Like a bucket of water thrown at him, it enraged him, and now he was thrusting viciously into his tender, sweet little lover, who only seemed to enjoy it more the harder he got upon her, despite how alluringly, seductively tight her grasping rosebud was on his, despite the pain that seemed larely present in her from the tensing of her graceful arms. No, she was loving every second, her lips hungry on his, her tongue playing all over his own, their heads lost in the rush of desire for orgasm, the simple, natural, but amazing, increase of sensation upon their bodies, that made them beg for more from their lover. Indeed, he was getting as much as her, for her pussy was now like a vice upon him, that almost scorching heat, ever there in her pussy, only enraging his cock, only fanning the flames of his passion. He tightened his hold on her, and fucked her now, no tenderness in it at all, her head saved from a bruising only due to the pillow propped up behind it, the sheets bunching under her, as she tried to make her moans heard. Instead of tensing harder, her arms now went limp on his neck, the reason for it soon known as Jamie finally felt the wetness on his stomach. She clutched with what was left of her strength to her lover, trying to whine, trying to tighten her pussy to make him orgasm, for now that was all she wanted. Her clitty was limp and leaking cum lazily, her pussy nearly numb with the thrills surging through it, feeling how cum dripped onto the small of her back from between her cheeks. Her nipples were almost painfully taut against his hard chest, getting no reprieve there. She pulled her head back, finally managing to break the kiss, and screamed out her sexual distress, which finally broke the siege of her starved pussy, and Jamie bathed her with his pent up cum. She never experienced orgasms of her own that sharply. That moment of perfect clarity, knowing this was so right, that this man, the man she loved more than any other, wetting her insides. No one else had ever done so, and she didn't want anyone else to. That moment that whatever tension is left relaxes, that no matter what pain she went through to get to this point, it was worth it. It was, in an odd way, like childbirth for her, which she'd go through for him, she knew. She loved him. He was her, and she was him. Jamie cried out in release when he finally orgasmed, and now that that crystalline moment of euphoria was over, he looked down at his lover, and felt intense shame. Look at her; there were tears going down her cheeks, he could feel how hard her nipples were, her mouth was twisted in pain. And God damn it, she still looked beautiful. Only her, Jamie thought with admiration. ''Oh, Sasha......,'' he whispered as she withdrew from her, knowing from simply how easy his cock left her, that she was hurt bad. He laid down beside her, pulling at her body as gently as he could to rest her head on the horizontal pillows. She was gasping for breath, was his little lady love, and sobbing between those choked breaths. ''Sasha, I'm so sorry......'' His heart was beating fast, as he hoped, feverantly, that she was ok. Her little left hand came to cup one of his cheeks. He looked at her incredulously as she turned her head to him, her breathing still laboured, and whispered, ''No, Jamie.......it was beautiful.......'' It was, for her. Sure, it was almost barbaric how hard they had just fucked, but there was a beautiful connection with her lover when he got so filled with lust. Like he was offering her his truest self, that self all people, down deep, had, and in a chilling, heart pulsating way, he was even attractive to her when he was like that. She felt him gather her close, moaning a little as her pussy struggled to close between her now closed legs. He stroked one upturned hip, and looked into her eyes, deeply, as if trying to figure her out. She smiled warmly, wearily too, and whispered, ''I love you so much, Jamie.'' ''I love you too......,'' he whispered, staring at her as if she had just inspired him. ''You're.......magnificent.'' She blushed a little, though her cheeks were already flushed, and he gently pulled her head closer, so he could kiss her, such a tender, open lips but no tongue kiss it was, that she felt tears of joy track down her cheeks. He looked at her, and slowly rose. ''Sasha, I'm going to draw you a bath, ok? You're obviously........a little worse for wear,'' he finished lamely, and went into the en suite bathroom, shaking his head as he couldn't help but admire her sheer courage. Sasha curled up under the bedcovers, falling asleep, a smile on her tired face, her pussy warm with the essence of her lover. 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