Opportunity Knocks
"I didn’t even get the chance to put my arms around you."
"You can now though." She looked at him innocently, fluttering her eyelashes.
He rolled to lean over her, laughing and looking down at her with love. "I sure can. And I sure do, whenever opportunity knocks. Listen---I think I hear her knocking right now!"
He bent his head to cover her mouth with his, but In a moment he lifted his head from the kiss, laughing too hard to concentrate on it. "Hey, what’s with the eyelashes? If you want to get laid, you just have to say so, babe. The eyelash thing isn’t necessary!"
"I did say so---you obviously got the message! If I can make you laugh in the process, that’s a bonus." She grinned up at him.
"Oh, babe, you can make me laugh, or cry sometimes too, but always I love you with every breath I take." He smiled tenderly at her. "God, when I think about the time I spent looking at you and loving you and wanting you until I nearly died of it! Those days were the hardest I ever spent. Lying in bed at night, knowing you were right next door---I used to try to imagine what you looked like at that moment, whether you were wearing anything, or if you slept nude; that was a big question in my mind. I spent a lot of time thinking about that, thinking about your body, how beautiful it was, how much I wanted to look at it bare, and touch it---. I thought all the time about how it would feel to go inside you. That drove me right up the wall---God, I wanted you so much!
"Once in a great while I dreamed about you, about making love to you. It’d be Heaven right until the end. I’d wake up convulsed with an orgasm that shook me to the soul; then when I’d realize it’d been a dream, I’d want to cry. Sometimes I did cry. I needed so much to feel you in my arms, under me, moving with me---. When it turned out not to be real---it was bad. But it was better than not having you at all, and I always wanted to dream it again.
"Sometimes I thought I should just get up and go into your room and lie down beside you, and ask you to make love with me. I knew you wouldn’t be scared, you knew me too well after the months we’d lived together, and I thought you might feel sorry enough for me to let me make love to you. By that time I was willing to take you on any terms at all. If the worst you would have done was kick me out of the bedroom, I would have tried it; but I was afraid you’d kick me out of the house. I wanted you so bad, Connor, but I couldn’t chance losing you altogether!"
"I had troubles of my own." She reminisced, smiling. "I knew you slept nude; I washed your clothes, remember; that was one of my chores. You should have asked for that chore, then you would have known that I slept nude; no nightclothes in the wash.
"I laid awake nights too; I thought about your body, how beautiful it was, how much I wanted to touch it, to kiss it---. I thought exactly what you did, Johner: if I just went into your room and climbed into bed with you, would you turn me down? Most men wouldn’t; but even then I knew you weren’t like most men, and I couldn’t chance it. If you did, it would probably destroy what little we had together. I couldn’t gamble on that."
"Christ, if I had known!" Johner shook his head. "If I could have done this" he caressed her breast with his long fingers, "or this---" his hand slid down the side of her body, to cover her pubic mound, "God, how I wanted this, to touch you here!" His mouth came down on hers with new urgency; the memories made excitement surge in him.
Sarah pushed at his shoulder. Their familiarity with each other made him roll over without breaking the kiss, knowing what she wanted. When she was on top of him she lifted her head. "This---this is what I wanted so much." And she began to kiss his body, her mouth moving over his chest, her tongue touching his nipples, one and then the other, making him shudder. She continued to move down his body, using lips, tongue and teeth to explore its surface. He began to pant, writhing under her exploring mouth.
Her tongue moved into his navel, sliding around it, delving into it. His body bucked, his hands came down around her head. "Oh, Christ, Connor, you’ll drive me crazy! ---Go lower, Connor, lower! Please, don’t stop, go lower. take me in your mouth. I want to feel your mouth on me, please---please. Ah-h, God, like that, Connor, like that!" Her mouth and hand were moving over him, her tongue sliding over the sensitive tip of his penis, her hand very softly kneading his testes. His pelvis tipped up to meet her mouth, he moaned her name over and over, "Connor—Connor---Connor!" She knew his excitement level was explosively high, and she didn’t stop. Her head came up just long enough to say "Come, Johner, come for me!" Then she bent again to her work.
His hands clenched in the bed clothes, his body moved convulsively against her mouth and her hand. "Oh babe, I’ m gonna come, I’m gonna come!" She slowed a little, bringing him down just a bit, making the ecstasy last. He moaned and bucked and writhed, and she kept up her slow stimulation, keeping him on an edge, balanced just short of climax. "Jesus, Connor, let me come, I’m going crazy! Do it, babe, do it---please, please!"
She knew his body very well. She kept him there, begging for release, for a long time. When she thought he couldn’t stand any more she began to move faster, her tongue swirling and circling around the head of his penis. He was far beyond words now, gasping for air, and as he felt his climax begin, his body arched up, pushing vigorously against her head, his hands holding her tightly to him. He cried out wordlessly, a long moaning wail, as he emptied himself in a prolonged series of convulsive contractions.
His body relaxed slowly, subsiding back from its strained arch, his hands dropping to his sides, his breathing slowing. After a few minutes, Sarah raised herself to smile down at him as his eyes opened.
"God, woman, one of these times I’m not gonna survive it!" His voice was hoarse, his speech still blurred with what had just happened. "You make me nuts! No one ever made love like you do! Not ever!" He reached up to caress her cheek.
"Have to keep you happy so you won’t roam."
"You know damn well I won’t roam. You just do these things because you know it keeps me your slave!"
Her smile became tender. "No. I do these things because I love you, and I know they give you pleasure."
"They do that, all right. Jesus! They do that. And speaking of pleasure---" He rolled over to lean above her. "I know several things that give you a bit of pleasure; but I’m thinking of just one at the moment." Slowly his hand moved over her body, brushing lightly over her breasts, her ribs, her stomach; and slowly it moved to her triangle of golden-brown hair.
"How come you like this so much? H-m-m?" His hand slid slowly between her legs, and his fingers found the opening they were looking for. "Do you want me to go inside you? Tell me, babe." His fingers moved over her, all around the opening, teasing. "Oh, all ready for me, aren’t you? Did making me squirm like you did get you going too? I think it did. I think it turns you on to watch me lose my marbles, doesn’t it?" His fingers never stopped moving. "Gets you hot to see me go nuts? Feeling all hot and wet, are you? Tell me, babe. I do nothing unless I hear the words."
Sarah’s early tendency to be silent in lovemaking hadn’t survived his insistence that she tell him what she wanted; he wouldn’t do it if she didn’t say it. She murmured, "Sure, babe, it makes me hot to see you go crazy, and to know it’s because of what I’m doing to you. Sure it does." Her body began to move under his hand, her pelvis raising, nudging against his fingers. "This makes me hot too, babe. This gets to me in a big way. Please, babe, put your fingers inside of me; way inside. I want to feel them moving there, and your thumb moving too, just where it feels the best. Make love to me, babe. Go inside me."
And he did. His fingers entered her body and began to move with practiced skill, and his thumb touched gently again and again on that small knot of nerves placed conveniently where his thumb could reach it. Under his expert ministrations her body gradually tightened, her muscles flexing, until she was rigid, panting with shallow breaths, her head arched far back, her face flushed. He watched her carefully, easing off when she neared release, keeping her at the edge, her body under his control, her pleasure at his fingertips. At last he let her come helplessly to her climax, unable to stop herself from groaning in her extremity. He greeted the powerful contractions of her interior muscles with delighted satisfaction, and savored the gradual lessening of them as her body relaxed, and her breathing slowed.
As her eyes opened, and she came back to the present, he looked tenderly down at her and said, "God, I love to do that. It’s so great to watch your face while I’m making it happen to you."
Her hand came up to stroke his cheek. "I love being helpless under your hands, Johner. I love the feeling that I have no control, that I’m in your power." She smiled. "That’s got to say something about my trust in you; I don’t usually relish not being in control."
"You got that right! I guess you must love me, after all." He turned his head to kiss the palm that she held against his cheek.
"I guess so." She reached up to pull his head down, and kissed him softly.
God, we’re so lucky, Connor."
"Amen, babe, amen."