“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Miranda screamed, as she wrapped her legs around my head and quaked, her pussy juice flowing out of her.
I savored her sweetness as her body continued trembling… all because of me.
When she finally released me from her leg embrace/leglock, I crawled up her body and kissed her tenderly.
When I broke the kiss a few seconds later she smiled, “Fuck, do I taste good.”
“You won’t ever hear me complaining,” I agreed.
She leaned up and kissed me again. This time the kiss had a tenderness I’d never felt from her before. This wasn’t the same intense urgency it often was, nor was it full of hungry passion, but something more: as if we had transcended to a different world where only we existed.
When she broke the kiss she looked nervous and vulnerable; an insecurity I rarely saw in my confident, celebrity girlfriend. Our eyes locked as time stood still and for a brief moment there was only us, and nothing else mattered.
Finally my dream woman affirmed the words she’d said the other night at the TV station that had prompted my long, heartfelt declaration to her. “I love you, Curtis.”
Those three words and my name and I was speechless. I knew that fifty years from now if she repeated them again I’d still be thrilled to hear them. I knew that, but apparently my new but enduring love for her hadn’t yet sunk in.
She kissed me softly before continuing, her vulnerability clearly on her sleeve, if she had been wearing clothes, “I know it sounds crazy, you’re just a boy and we haven’t known each other long even though I’ve told you before,” she continued between sweet kisses. “And I don’t expect you to say it back this time, but I had to let you know.”
They say when you fall in love you just know. It’s like every earlier relationship was just a milestone on the journey to real love. I’d long lusted after Miranda, then once I began seeing her with Mom occasionally I knew I liked her a lot, but (ironically the day after the first time I’d fucked her and right after the second time she’d stood up for me against her blowhard ex) the moment I looked into her sincere eyes, past the beautiful exterior, past the sexual seductress, I saw the real Miranda…the girl behind the woman, the girl who longed for unconditional love and not the superficial surface love just based on looks and sex. No, behind her tough confident exterior was a vulnerable woman wanting someone to love the real her. I knew right then, just like I know the sky is blue and the grass is green that I loved her. Not the pantyhose-wearing sex goddess that I grew up masturbating to, but the woman who was sweet, caring, sassy, warm, funny, quirky, and a million other traits was the one with whom I’d fallen in love. And it was at that moment as I saw deep into her soul, I took her heart and claimed it. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love you too, Miranda Collington.”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t saying it to get you to say it. I was….”
I put my finger to her lips. “Shhhh, my sweet Miranda. I would never have said if I didn’t mean it, and now you will please permit me to say it again.” It was time to repeat my litany of love to her, this time with fresh observations. I gave her quick soft kisses between each beloved quality as I spoke. “I love your loyalty.”