All About Us
The very first time she came over she was nervous, wondering if I was serious concerning the love that I had been showing her, still suffering somewhat from the lies others told her in addition to dealing with the way her conscience would scold her. With hesitant tears to me she poured out her fears, and after they fell upon my ears, I caressed her while holding her near, whispering, “no longer”, holding her closer to me as her desires grew stronger. The sincerity in me kissing her with an insatiable tongue as I began to slowly undress her and graced her curves with my fingertips as I gently whispered “every single kiss I plant with my lips is in appreciation of your body’s every inch”, moving down to her neck kissing her softly as she twitched and my lips reached her breasts and I sucked softly on her nipples. She began to moan and I felt her tears flow just a little. I said, “don’t be afraid, baby”. She responded “I’m not, boo, it’s just…” “f*ck whatever those fools who didn’t appreciate you said. Tonight, it’s all about us.”
She then held my head close with one of her loving hands while sliding off her clothes with the other one as though we had the same plans. After making her nipples firm, I kissed her stomach and her sides. I could hear her moaning softly with an emotion she could hide. This level of intimacy she’d been missing for some time. I could tell she was still nervous though she was swearing that she felt fine. Gently, I lifted her legs then kissed her inner thighs; I could feel the nervousness plus tears fall from her eyes. I asked, “Are you scared of loving me, possibly afraid that your loving acts I’ll judge?” She hesitated, then admitted, “yes, but that’s only because I’ve never had the chance to express both my love and my lust.” I replied, “Bring on what you have, boo, because tonight is all about us.
She still felt unsure so I had to take control, and I planned to send a message in Morse code from her clit to her soul. Her head grabbed me closer then pushed away as her confidence slipped. I had to show her that she was loved so I used my hands to grab her hips, and I flicked my tongue across her clit and parted her lips with my tongue. She finally understood the second time I made her cum. She looked at me in heat, and it was all passion and trust. Moaning, “I understand, and that dick is mine, because it’s all about us.” She then laid me on my back and her lips took control of my shaft, returning the favor I gave her, plus my resolve to give her what I have, moaning in pleasure, knowing she pleased me, she invited me inside, and before I even penetrated her I knew this would be one hell of a ride. Back and forth for two hours straight and 15 positions of stimulation, the relationship we forged in this fire underwent extreme consummation. We didn’t bother to stop between the orgasmic releases we gave each other. When our bodies couldn’t move anymore we lay there and faced each other. She put me back inside her, held me and kissed me and she was doing this because she was claiming her lover and friend finally understanding that no matter what, it’s all about us.