Robyn Michaels’ Weblog

Here’s a short flash I wrote a few weeks ago.  It’s got a little comedy with some sex mixed in.

        Finally!  We’d been dating for three and a half months and something always seemed to keep us from ‘consummating’ our union. What a hokey phrase for something so delicious and fun. Initially, there was the flash flood that stranded Duncan at work on the night we’d planned to make love for the first time. That was followed by the hold-up at the liquor store four days later when he stopped to pick up a bottle of wine for our “special” dinner.  Not to mention the incident with the hornets’ nest that left parts of Duncan’s anatomy swollen, and not in a good way. He’s no longer allowed to go berry picking with his niece and nephew. Oh, and let’s not forget the meteor incident that left a hole smoldering in the center of the engine in Duncan’s vintage 1965 Ford Mustang.  I swear I was beginning to think that someone up there just didn’t want us getting together.

        But, at last, here we are…dinner went without a hitch, no waiters setting us on fire; the drive back to my apartment was accident free; and, with keys in hand, we’re ready to embark on the next level of our relationship.

        After unlocking the door, I suddenly find myself rushed over the threshold and ushered into the living room.  I hear the door close and the lock snick as I come to a stop next to my ugly blue and burgundy plaid sofa; which I’d inherited from my older brother.  I shudder to think of the things that might have happened on that ugly piece of furniture; but, beggars can’t be choosers and a college senior with little disposable income has few choices.

        Duncan doesn’t say anything as he stops in front of me. Taking my hand in his much larger one, he leads me toward the bedroom.  Neither of us speaks for fear that it will break the magic and cause some new catastrophe to befall us. He knows his way around my bedroom. It’s not like we’ve never done anything – we’ve just not made love.  He flips on the lamp on the bedside table, tugs me closer before releasing my hand to wrap his arms around me. His palms settle on my ass, pulling my body flush with his. I feel the evidence of his desire for me, straining the front of his jeans. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, lightly at first, but quickly growing firmer and more demanding. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth before retreating; mine follows, slipping into the warm cavern of his mouth, earning a deep guttural moan from him.  Our hands roam over each other’s bodies, pulling and tugging at the clothes keeping us from one another.  Urgency demands that we rid ourselves of anything impeding the feeling of flesh on flesh.

        When there’s nothing between us except the silky expanse of skin, Duncan tumbles me to the bed, following me down. Suddenly, his mouth is everywhere, my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach; blazing a trail to his ultimate goal. He licks and nibbles the lips of my sex. His tongue dives inside, sucking and licking in wild abandon, winding me up, higher and higher.  Just as I reach the apex, the pinnacle, he stops. I moan in disappointment, but not for long. 

I hear the ripping of a foil package and know that he has not forgotten protection. I did not remember. All I can think of is Duncan being inside of me. I need him and then, amazingly, he’s there. I feel the thrust of his hard cock push inside me in a single stroke. I’m so full, so wonderfully full. I wish I could stay like this forever, one with this man I’ve fallen in love with. But then he moves. Oh, how he moves. Thrusts, retreats, swirls of his hips. I match his every move with ones of my own.  I feel that pinnacle again within my grasp. Our breaths are harsh in the quiet of my room, the sounds building to a crescendo. Faster and harder, Duncan pounds into me; higher and higher I spiral until, until…oh, goddess, until I scream, or he screams. Or, maybe, we both do. I feel the warmth of his come spilling into the condom as my muscles spasm and clamp down wildly. 

Finally! But, oh, it was so worth the wait.

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