Kristin like a breath of fresh air
You came and you found me
From out of nowhere
All you did was look my way
And I knew
All you did was kiss my lips
And I knew
All you did was squeeze me tight
And I knew
I'd always love you
* As written and sung by Matthew to Kristin *
The chart lay open in front of me but my mind was not focusing on the words. The steady hum of people talking and moving around me blurred as my mind carried me away. It had been two weeks since I'd returned from the cape. Everyone complimented me on my tan and said that I looked rested. I was more worried that they'd see the telltale signs of my wanton lustful week. I kept checking the mirror for a scarlet letter on my forehead. I was having an affair with a married man. I was in love and I was scared someone would find out. Yet I longed to be in his arms right then. My cheeks flushed as I recalled our week together. If I wasn't instigating lovemaking then Matthew was. We never stopped. We never tired. I was usually sprawled on top of him and I could hear his heart pounding loudly in my ear as his fingers softly stroked my back or my neck. I had been worried about coming to Boston but I needn't have worried.
We poured our hearts and bodies out to each other and I realized that if there was such a thing as soul mates, then I had found mine. We'd always said that we were but saying and really physically being together is two very different things. We were perfectly matched physically and intellectually. I inspected every inch of him from head to toe and he had done the same. His thighs were lean and muscular and I loved tracing the lines of his muscles till my fingertips would lightly rest against his balls. Even his balls were perfect to me.
I smiled thinking of that and realizing I was goofy and in love. He had no hair on his chest and I loved the feel of its smoothness. I'd run my fingertips lightly over his nipples watching them grow hard. His fingers would curl in my hair pulling slightly and I would grab his hand and slide each of his fingers into my mouth sucking. He would groan and roll over on me sliding my thighs apart with his knees pressing his cock deep inside me in one movement making me gasp. He'd just lay there and we'd stare into each others eyes for hours it seemed, though actually I'm sure if wasn't that long. I would squeeze my vaginal walls around his shaft teasing him and smiling. He'd smile back and lean down and kiss me deeply pushing in deeper.
He'd grab my hands and pull them over my head holding them in one of his hands while his other hand would play with my breasts and pinch my nipples. This made me crazy and he knew it. He'd laugh and hold my wrists tightly continuing his movements inside and out. He loved watching my face. His eyes would get very intense and his cheeks would flush deeply. He'd watch for the beginnings of my orgasm. As my mouth would open gasping he'd thrust into me deeply sliding his tongue into my mouth and pressing against me.
He would cum right after me groaning and calling out my name. It was so intense that my thighs would tremble afterwards. I had become used to his cock but it still felt tight when he first pushed into my pussy. I had nothing to compare him to other than my ex-husband but his cock was twice his size in width and in length. It made me feel completely filled. He stretched my pussy lips and I loved how we looked together. It was beautiful.
My clean-shaven pussy lips would glisten around his hard wet cock clinging to it like a life raft as he thrust in and out. He would explore my body like a man left thirsty in a desert. He'd have me lie on my stomach while his hands would explore the backs of my legs. He had a special fondness for the backs of my knees and he'd lean down and softly kiss and lick me there while his hands would slide up my thighs pressing into my flesh with his fingertips. He'd gently push my thighs apart and I would feel the tips of his fingers just brush along my pussy lips.
He'd grip my ass and pull my cheeks apart licking up my thighs to my pussy. He would whisper to me how beautiful I looked and I would close my eyes and purr softly feeling his tongue lathe up and down. I could feel his tongue dart over my clit and back away and I'd arch my bottom up hoping for another lick there. He'd chuckle softly and slap my bottom playfully and tell me to be a good girl and not move. I'd lie there helplessly while he teased me with his tongue. I could feel him humping the bed while he licked and sucked my lips into his mouth and I knew he was hard and throbbing.
I'd bite on the corner of the pillow under my head and finally give in to the delicious feeling of his tongue sliding and sucking. I'd feel his tongue lick around my anus and probe gently and then slide back down brushing over my hard little clit. I'd moan softly biting the pillow hoping he'd just start sucking my clit. Finally, I'd feel him slide a finger into my very wet hot pussy and he'd whisper to me to put my butt up. I'd arch my back sticking my butt up high and he'd lick over my clit finally pulling it into his mouth.
One of his fingers would gently push into my anus while two fingers would slide into my pussy. He'd suck harshly on my clit and the sensation was more than I could take. I'd hump back against his mouth and fingers like a bitch in heat. I would scream out as I'd cum so deeply I felt like I would pass out. His fingers would fuck me hard as I was cumming and I could hear him groan against my sensitive clit. Afterwards, he'd gently lick up all my cum and then kiss my pussy lips softly. His hands would knead my ass, as he'd slide up kneeling behind me rubbing his cock back and forth against my pussy. My ass would rise higher while my face would be turned and buried in the pillow.
I could look back and see his face hungry and flushed. I'd reach back and pull one of my ass cheeks back pushing back to meet him. His cock would slide up to my shiny wet asshole and then down thrusting into my pussy in one movement. I'd grunt at the force and feel my head push down into the pillow. He loved fucking me hard like that. His hands gripping my ass and hips while he plunged in and out. His balls would slap against my clit and he'd grunt loudly. He'd push a finger into my ass while I rubbed my clit.
I could feel his balls slap against my finger as I made circles around my clit. My belly would be on fire feeling the fullness from everywhere. I found that holding very still as he had told me really did intensify my orgasm. His cock was like a piston driving me over the edge each time until I would scream into the pillow jerking my hips back towards him. He would make little grunts of pleasure as his balls let loose their torrent inside the walls of my pussy.
We finally fell asleep at dawn that first night, with our legs entwined and his arms wrapped around me. I never asked him how he managed to stay all night. I didn't want him to leave and so I kept silent feeling slightly guilty wondering if his family knew he would be gone all night. At some point I woke up to go to the bathroom. He was laying on his stomach with his arm stretched over me. I carefully slid out of the bed trying to be quiet but he stirred opening his eyes. His hand held my arm.
"Don't leave." He whispered.
"I'm coming right back." I laughed softly.
"I thought I was dreaming." He said turning over.
His hair was tousled and he looked adorable without his glasses on. I knew his vision was poor and so he had a dreamlike quality about his face.
"I'm really here and I REALLY have to use the bathroom." I said leaning over kissing him quickly and then hurrying into the bathroom.
When I came back out into the bedroom Matthew was sitting up in bed with his back propped against some pillows. He'd slipped his glasses on and he gazed at me as I walked back towards him. His eyes locked into mine as I sat on the edge of the bed.
"God, Kristin. I can't believe we're finally together. I touch your skin and I have to look at your face to keep reminding me that it's really you. I keep expecting to wake up and find, once again, that it was just a dream.
I knew exactly what he meant. This all seemed ethereal. This house, us, our naked bodies, all of it seemed somehow displaced. I glanced out the window and I could see banks of fog drifting against the sand. It was just daylight and the ocean seemed somehow passive in the stillness of the morning. His finger brushed against my cheek.
"Are you ok with this?" He asked me.
"Are you?" I asked looking back at him.
"I couldn't be any happier than I am right now Kristin. I've wanted you for three years and you know that. That's not news."
Finally, I asked the question I'd been dreading.
"Matthew, why didn't you go home last night?"
He leaned forward pulling me to him nestling me in the crook of his shoulder.
"I called your house and Philip said you were out of town. I asked him where you were and he told me. He gave me your phone number and I looked it up in the city directory. That's how I got your address. Don't be mad at Philip for telling me love. I didn't give him any options. You know how I can be when I want to know something."
We both laughed softly knowing how true this was.
"Anyway, I told Susan that I needed some time and that I was coming to the cape to see Father Barrow."
.... There is more of this story ...