The First Time We Made Love

By Kendra Holliday | July 13, 2012

Ed Note: I’m so glad I captured the first time we made love…this was first published in Nov 2008.

Pluots

We are sitting on the couch where we had our first Cuddle Movie night six months ago. Soft music is playing, a candle is lit. We’ve spent the past couple hours talking, updating his online dating profile, catching up. We are terrific friends, but I want more than that. I sit close to him, but really I want to crawl right inside him – I can’t get close enough.

I watch his every move hungrily and shyly – I pay attention to how his great hairy arm flexes as he cuts into a tight, round pluot streaked with red and orange with a paring knife. He balances a slice on the end of the knife, looks me in the eye, and offers it to me.

I reach to take it, think again, lower my hand, and allow him to insert the knife inside my open and waiting mouth.

“Careful,” he whispers as the fruit slides off the blade. I bite down on the sweet, firm flesh.

He switches to hand feeding me, and his fingers touch my lips. I feel like a baby bird – at least, inside I’m clamoring, frenetic…

He finishes feeding me, sets aside the plate, and puts a paw on my neck and kneads it.

“You’ve got a knot,” he murmurs. “Come down here,” he gestures to the floor in front of him, and I kneel facing away from him. He rubs his rough hands together rapidly to generate heat. I close my eyes as he lays those hot hands on my neck…the back of my head…and works my kinks out.

He takes one of my braids and slides off the band, then loosens it. My hair spills silky through his fingers, falls loose down my back…he undoes the other. My head tingles at the gentle ministration.

Love washes over me.

I can’t stand it anymore. Even though I am nervous, I stand up, face him, take a deep, shuddering breath, and climb onto his lap. I straddle him like a horse. I almost expect him to shove me away,Β  it’s like a dream, too good to be true, but he allows me melt into him…

I put my arms around his neck, toy with the soft curls that fall at his collar. I look down, I can’t look at him, it’s too much…

Slowly I lean in to kiss him. At first we just breathe on each other, I’m pulsing, and then our soft lips touch, and I feel electrified. I moan into his mouth. I’ve wanted this for so long… We kiss sweetly, I’m swooning. He puts his big hands on either side of my head and pulls me in…his tongue fills my mouth, I taste sweet musk, whiskey, I soak up his juices…

My dress is hiked up, I slowly gyrate against him. I reach down and boldly unbuckle his belt, undo his pants, pull the zipper down with a grating tug. His hands roam over my body, rest on my hips, I’m rocking in a boat on a moonlit lake…

I reach down into the depths of his boxers and find my prize – it’s so hot and hard and upright.

I work it out of its confines, I’m entering a zone, I push my panties aside with my other hand, I line his cock up with my molten, wet center. I rub his stiffness up and down my pussy lips, it’s not real, it’s a dream, I have to take it now! Before I wake up…

Throne

I push down on him, and he’s like a knife entering a soft, juicy peach, he splits me and fills me, aims for my stone…. I want to fuck him wildly, devour him, but I force myself to go slow, go for the slow fuck…

I’m whimpering in his ear, he’s holding on to me, I dance in the clearing of a moonlit forest, I slowly turn in circles with my arms out, my feet are no longer touching the ground, but he won’t let me go…

I am filled with his grace and my eyes are closed and I pick up the pace, it feels so fluid, like I’m treading water in a warm, pristine lagoon…

“Cum for me,” he whispers, such a sweet command, he is right there with me, ushering me to the light, and doing his bidding becomes my life goal.

I pump faster, like a swing going higher and higher, I’m going to touch the sky, and he tells me, as if whispering a secret, “I’m going to cum, too….”

I’m not sure if he’s going to pull out, if he’s going to veer off the path at the last minute, but he doesn’t, we reach That Place together, head on, o god he pushes deep inside me and groans and fills my core with his seed… and I’m filled with gratitude, I almost weep.

Long time coming.

I don’t ever want to move from this spot. He is my throne.

And I am his crown jewel.

I shudder, squeeze his big shoulders, and look him in the eye.

Comments

Wolf 2012-07-13 10:06:59

Wow.. beautiful! Hot! You are so inspiring Sweet Lady!

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santa 2012-07-13 14:00:33

I think that’s the experience we all look for! A total connection with another person! Yes Beautiful!!!

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Shine 2012-07-13 16:57:03

sweet as hell, you two. xoxo

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Dragonette 2012-07-16 21:29:37

That’s a great memory.

(While I’m here, I thought I would mention that there’s another entry I’d like to see re-posted – the Nuru gel review. That sounded so fun!)

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    Kendra Holliday 2012-07-17 17:46:12

    GREAT SUGGESTION. Wish we could do it over in real life, too!!!

    Reply

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