Just Words (M18 Version)

His breath was becoming heavier, more rushed…almost desperate.

Kaim trailed his lips up Sarah’s neck as he quickly sought hers; enveloping them as he kissed her fervently. He felt her tongue tease gently against his and he immediately deepened their kiss, savouring her taste and feel.

Sarah had been hastily unbuttoning Kaim’s shirt all the while; any more buttons and she felt she would have pulled the shirt apart but finally she felt the fabric give way. She let her hands roam over his chest, stroking him admiringly and enjoying the feel of his bare skin against hers. Kaim quivered a little at her touch, still unused to such close contact after long years alone and in constant battle.

His wife was smiling to herself as she felt his slight hesitation, wondering how ironic it was how she was far more comfortable being intimate with Kaim whom she could not fully remember, than Kaim was himself. She pulled away from their kiss on the pretext of pulling off his shirt, leaning up against him as her hands travelled down his arms, pulling the sleeves off and out. That done, Sarah wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself closer, burying her face into the warmth of his chest.

Kaim was resting on his lower arms, hunched over Sarah as she began to gently kiss, lap, and nip at his skin. He shuddered at the sensations as she began to work downwards, and he felt her breath fall on a nipple. She playfully licked at it, teasing it between her teeth as she fondled the other with her fingers. Immediately, Kaim made a sound in the back of his throat and arched slightly.

So her journal was right, Kaim was particularly sensitive in that area, Sarah mused to herself as she enjoyed the sounds and jerks her husband couldn’t help but make as she continued her ministrations; alternatively tender, and then biting down just a little roughly.

Eventually, Sarah grew tired of that little game, and began to draw herself down along his torso as far as she could go. Suddenly, Kaim dropped his arms and pushed himself down on top of her, and they were face-to-face again, although in the dark and by her own myopia, they could only hear and feel the other.

With no remnants of the hesitation he had earlier, Kaim pressed his face close to Sarah’s, their noses just brushing against each other, and she felt that strand of his fall across her lips. His weight was almost entirely on her; Sarah felt the heat from his body permeating through the thin fabric of her nightgown, felt his skin rubbing against hers just through that annoying thin barrier.

“Your turn.” He said huskily and softly into her ear, as a hand was quietly brought down onto her exposed thigh and caress it warmly.

Before she could respond, Sarah felt her husband’s hand slide under her thigh, making her bend her knees upward to give him greater access, and he swept under the hem of her gown. Kaim let his fingers run across her inner thigh as his hand slid upwards, even hooking absentmindedly at a corner of her underwear but no. Not yet.

Sarah moaned as she felt the digits of his hand creep across the smoothness of her stomach, deliberately slowing as they neared her breasts.

“No, Kaim, don’t sto-“ She began in a desperate tone when she felt no more further movement, but Kaim shushed her impatience with a quick kiss as he began his own form of ‘torture’.

He dragged a single finger around the base of her peak, going around it slowly in gradually constricting circles. Sarah whined for a quicker form of pleasure, but Kaim took his time, slowly heading towards the apex, until he could toy with the aroused and firm nipple there, fondling and caressing it gently.

Sarah wanted more, and struggled and moaned for what she desired; and it was something that Kaim could not deny himself anymore as well. He left her side and brought his mouth over hardened point, and began to suckle her through the fabric.

That thin layer preventing her full sensation and pleasure seemed to make it even more arousing. She twisted and turned in enjoyment and longing, while Kaim continued supping at her breast through the cloth while his other hand roughly fondled the other.

Laying flat on her back, Sarah arched and bucked in annoyance as her husband refused to simply strip her. She tugged at the ends of her gown, but Kaim always shifted his weight just enough to prevent her from pulling it over her head.

“Kaim!” Sarah gasped in frustration, placing a hand on the back his head and tugging at his hair to make him look up.

In the dark she couldn’t see, but Kaim was grinning to himself as he pulled himself up to face his wife.

“Hmm?” he murmured innocently, continuing to fondle her under her gown, his right hand having returned to stroking her thigh.

“Just get it over with…” she hissed in frustration, chewing her lip as she felt his hand climb higher up the inside of her thigh, close and close to the centre of her heat.

There could be no better prompting.

Without warning, Kaim pressed his fingers hard on her underwear, rubbing against her entrance. Already wet with arousal, he forced the cloth deeper into the crevice, leaving it soaked. He traced a finger along it, up to the hard nub of her clit, grinding his thumb against it brusquely.

Sarah threw back her head with a cracked groan, losing herself to rushing waves of pleasure. Kaim held her and silenced her with a passionate kiss as he slid a finger directly into her swollen folds.

Sarah would have cried out loud enough to wake the children if she wasn’t gagged by her husband’s tongue. She bucked violently and eagerly, working herself on the length of his finger as Kaim drove it slowly deeper and deeper. He kept his face close to hers, enjoying the sounds she made as he began to pump her sex faster and faster, sometimes withdrawing to tease at the sensitive nub of her clit.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his back, holding on to him for support as her fingernails dug into his skin from her excitement. Having her face buried into his neck did little to stifle her cries; and when Kaim slid in another finger alongside the first, she bit down hard and her fingers scratched lines across his back. He grunted from the pain but felt far more aroused than anything else.

He withdrew his fingers for the last time, and did not make a move until he felt and heard Sarah mew and squirm slightly as she no longer felt his rhythm.

“Don’t stop…”

Kaim didn’t reply. Instead, he licked and sucked his fingers, tasting Sarah’s fluids with a certain relish. And he did so very audibly in the darkness.

She felt him lift himself up and away from her, the bed shifting and lurching as he quickly made his way towards the foot of the bed. Sarah knew what he was going to do, but that didn’t make her tremble with any less anticipation as he stripped away her underwear and dropped his shoulders under her knees, drawing his face up to her wet and sweltering sex.

Sarah could feel his breath on her most sensitive area before the first touch of his tongue made her blush and bite her lip to restrain herself. Kaim lapped tenderly and generously, burying himself in her heat and scent, sucking away at the copious fluid that had accumulated from his earlier ministrations. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling him as close as he could into her, and she kept whispering his name longingly and ardently. He took a slight nip at her clit that made her rear her waist up, giving him easier access as he suckled the sensitive nub much like he did her breast.

Her body shook and her voice quaked as she came afresh. Kaim gently laid her down on the bed and begin to ply her depths again, drinking her in as she came to him. His tongue writhed within her, feeling the pulse and constriction of her vaginal walls as he sought to reach some new plateau of pleasure for her, and to savour her as much as possible.

Her mind blurred from ecstasy for a few moments as she lay prone on the bed; only conscious of the tenderness and comfort between her legs. But as Sarah lay there, she became aware of a constant shifting and movement throughout the bed. The sounds of Kaim murmuring and sighing restlessly reached her ears, and for a moment, left her perplexed.

Then, comprehension dawned on her rather abruptly; and she felt a fair share of embarrassment and guilt.

Sitting up, Sarah began to drag herself away from Kaim; the unexpectedness of this making him look up quizzically, and to rise up himself. Her legs being still on his shoulders, Sarah suddenly found herself falling back on her back; and as her legs fell to the sides, Kaim had crawled back up to loom over her, and she knew he was looking down into her face with puzzlement.

“Was there…something wrong?”

“No, everything was wonderful,” she reassured him as she propped herself up and pushed him into sitting position.

Leaning into him, she reached around him in a tight hug, pressing against him, and resting her face just above his right breast.

“I’m sorry I forgot about you…” she whispered.

A moment’s pause and he heard him reply in an amused tone, “Well, I did too, for a while. But it wasn’t our fault.”

Sarah tilted her face to look up him, even though everything was swathed in darkness.

“You know this is what I meant…”

One of her hands came back around to the front, and began to snake its way down his torso, slowing over his stomach, and then slipping under the loose top-hem to reach further down…

“Ah…” he groaned, reacting to this…intimate action.

Sarah reached up and plant kisses along the side of his face, purring into his ear, “You should have said something.”

“I didn’t want to seem too…forward.”

They stopped for a moment, realizing the redundancy of that sentiment, and began to laugh. At least, until she was smothered by a strong kiss from him and he pitched forward lightly, toppling them both over.

He was resting on his lower arms again, to prevent his full weight from bearing down on her. His lips were still rimmed with her juices, and Sarah had to admit she found that fact arousing as they exchanged frantic wet kisses.

But she broke away from his lips with a loud groan as she felt him beginning to slowly enter her. The pleasures she got from his fingers and tongue were amazing, but feeling the length and girth of him slowly fill her, pushing against her tightness further and deeper…was indescribable.

Kaim kept his face close to hers, and he heard her whimper and gasp as he began to thrust into her; slowly at first, wanting to make her feel comfortable with his rhythm and presence, but soon he could not control his eagerness and lunged into her in faster and harder bursts.

“Yes yes yes!” she couldn’t but exclaim, bucking into him to match his rhythm, peppering any part of him she could reach in wet half-kisses.

There was the almost unbearable friction. They were stomach to stomach, chest to chest; so acutely aware of the reactions and motions of the other. Kaim felt Sarah’s heartbeat flutter each time he entered her; and she felt the running of his whole body on hers as he flexed full-bodily with each plunge.

They both suddenly wished there was no darkness between them. They wanted to see their beloved’s face, and if they could see, they would have seen tears welling up in the opposite’s eyes as well. But in the dark, Sarah could only caress him and nuzzle against him while whispering words of passion and encouragement; and Kaim could only follow his and her desires, driving against her faster and deeper, stealing intense kisses from her as they writhed towards a climax.

“Close…so close...harder!”

She felt Kaim rumble in his throat; his own end was nearing, and he gladly obliged. He withdrew to the tip and drove into her with greater force and speed, over and over and over again. Sarah thrashed and flung herself as she felt her g-spot continuously struck, yelling and commanding him to go faster.

It had been too long. Kaim had dreamt of her in the days after he had found her in his memories and before they were reunited. And even after, when she revealed she had no true recollection of him…he had to control himself. He daren’t think of her as he remembered her then, feeling the conflict of being forgotten and yet still beloved.

But now, the memories were becoming reality. His love was no longer a dream. And he could let his control go.

He rammed into her, roughly and selfishly, giving and taking from her everything. She called his name until her end, and he did not attempt to silence her this time as she experienced her most intense orgasm that night and she keened her satisfaction to the night air.

Not long after her, with a muffled groan as he braced himself into the pillows, Kaim reached his peak and emptied himself into her; mixing with her. Sarah cooed softly into his ear as he slumped atop of her, both of them still in the afterglow of bliss and contentment and aware of nothing except of their shared heat.

After a few minutes, still breathing a little heavily, Kaim regained a little of his sense and rolled himself off to the side, at the same time still holding Sarah close and so, she was flipped onto her side as well and they continued to be face-to-face.

He leaned in close to her, their breaths crossing and blending together. Sarah -placed a palm against his cheek, only to feel a strange wetness running down it.
“Are you crying?” she whispered in concern.

“Aren’t you?” he replied, his finger brushing against the pearl of a tear-drop near her eye.

At first she was silent; and then Kaim heard her quietly and chokingly crying. He gathered her in his arms and embraced her tightly to him. She continued to cry into his chest as he began to speak, in ancient languages now extinct, of how he loved her and would love her forever.

In their shared warmth against the coolness of the night, they dreamed and loved together.