A Penitant Man

“A Penitent Man”

It is about 2am as he steps off the bus and into the frigid Ohio air. The ride from Georgia was long and uncomfortable, and he’d endured it sitting next to a large man who snored and smelled like spicy mustard. His back hurt, and the weight of the nap that he’d just taken threatened to pull him to the ground. Still, he couldn’t help but smile as he collected his bag from the luggage bay. It’s almost been a month. I can’t wait to see her.

Once the bus pulled off, only a minute of two passed before he saw her car round the nearest corner. He was undeniably happy to being seeing her again after so long. But something was different this time. His eyes drifted toward his feet as he remembered the conversation they’d had a couple weeks prior.

It had started off innocently enough. They were talking about his journal, and about the possibility of him sharing it with her. She was excited, but he was wary. There were things he’d done that he had tried to forget. But, as they say, all things done in the dark must eventually come into the light. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. The weight of his mistakes threatened to smash him into the ground. He’d tried to rationalize his behavior in his head, but he knew there was no excuse. He’d almost ruined something special, and all over something so stupid. What have I done?

A beep from her car horn brought him back to reality. He glanced up just as she was exiting the car, and his eyes fixed on her figure. The curves of her body were darkened into a silhouette by her headlights. But even the darkness of that cold autumn night couldn’t dampen the brightness of her smile. She was surely tired from having to stay up so late, but still, she glowed. He pulled her body in to meet his and buried his face in her neck. He breathed her in. Squeezed her tight.

“I love you so much, baby. That bus ride was pretty rough. But it wasn’t so bad when I thought about who I was coming to see.”

She laughed. “You’re too sweet, babe. I love you too. Let’s get back to my place, though, it’s freezing out here!”

The car ride back was thankfully short. In his mind, though, it felt like another long journey. Over and over in his mind, he replayed their dreadful conversations. The worst thing about all of this was that he hurt the person he swore he would never hurt. But they had somehow reconciled. She had somehow been able to see him for the loving, devoted man that he was, and not for the mistake that he’d made.  He felt as though he’d been given a second chance. Another opportunity to prove to her that he really was different. That he really was a departure from her past. That he really did love her and think she was every bit as special as he always said. He was determined to make amends. That, to him, was what the next week would be about.

*****

She opened the door to her room. The rush of delicate scents that met his nose was somewhat overpowering at first, but welcome. This girl sure loves her Victoria’s Secret. He dropped his bags onto the floor and waited for the opportune moment. And, just when she got close enough to her bed, he lunged at her. He wrapped her up in his arms and they went crashing into her mattress, a bundle of laughter and happiness. They settled down and stared deeply into each other’s eyes. They shared what would surely be only the first of many kisses during the coming week. They could feel the heat transferring between them. The familiar magnetism brought on by sexual tension. But they were tired; it had been a very long day. So, they decided to just go to bed.

He quickly stepped out of his jeans and into a pair of shorts. After he settled back onto the bed, he watched her with a wanting eye as she got ready for bed. She pulled off her jeans, exposing her firm and rounded butt. The way it jiggled slightly with her every movement started him salivating. She pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, and her big, bountiful breasts came to a bouncy rest on her chest. Against the chilly air of her bedroom, her nipples twisted into little chocolate morsels. He licked his lips at the sight. She slid some tiny cotton cheerleading shorts over her plump bottom, and a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt over her breasts. She was now ready for bed. The bulge in his shorts was evidence that he was ready for something else, but he did his best to contain himself. It’s crazy, the effect that she has on me sometimes.

They cozied up to each other and tried to go to sleep. But for the next hour, sleeping was the one thing that they struggled to do. She stared at the mirror across the room in blank-faced silence. He tossed and turned as if he had a fever. Indeed, sleep’s masterful escapability in those moments would have embarrassed Harry Houdini in his prime.

In a last ditch effort, he reached his arm around her waist and pulled her close, her back to his front. Their collective warmth of their bodies had a soothing effect, and it seemed as though they might actually get some sleep. But just when he was getting comfortable, he felt her shifting against him. Twirling her waist around in circles. Creating friction between her butt and his crotch. His penis began to swell. She knows I can’t resist her when she does this. Almost in a flash, she turned around to face him, and they were locked in a passionate embrace. His lips wrestled with hers, and her tongue grappled with his. He knew where this feverish foreplay would take them. And he also knew that it was a place that he desperately wanted to go. He wanted little more in that moment than to rip off her clothes and ravage her. But one thought kept racing through his mind the entire time: not like this.

He pushed her onto her back and hushed her with a finger over her lips.

He looked directly into her eyes. “I don’t want this to be like every other time, babe. I want this to be special. Well, as special as I can make it.”

“Look, I know you still feel bad about what happened. And that’s okay. But every time with you is special to me, you know that.”

“I do know that. But I feel like I have to make it up to you somehow. It’s weird, but I consider this to be my second chance at a first time. So sit back and relax, baby. This is going to be how our first time should’ve gone.”

*****

He placed a hand on her cheek and touched his lips softly to hers for a few moments. And, wordlessly, he began to make amends. His lips slipped from hers down to her neck, where he left a winding trail of tender kisses and longing licks. Her breathing quickened under the touch of his lips. He nibbled a line across her collarbone, causing her to bite her lip in anticipation. But she could do nothing but lay there beneath him, squirming helplessly.

She sat up for a moment to pull her shirt over her head, exposing her big, bouncy breasts once again. After she laid back down, he moved down her body and began to kiss the space between her breasts. He didn’t consider himself a breast man, but he couldn’t help but grin to himself whenever his face was buried in her heaving chest. He took turns pleasuring each of her hard, chocolaty nipples. Sucking them, licking them, biting them. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in tighter, and as he resumed kissing and licking her cleavage, she threw her back and showed a grin of her own.

He continued his long and painstakingly slow journey, leaving a wet line of kisses down the center of her body. She opened her eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of his descent. She breathed in deep and moaned. She knew which part came next. It was one of her favorite parts.

He tugged at her shorts, and she raised her butt up off the bed so that he could slide them off. He traced an inward spiral from the boundaries of her underwear to the center, where he breathed hot air onto her pussy through her panties. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest at this point. Before long, he tugged at her panties, and again, she raised her butt up off the bed. She was fully naked and anxiously awaiting the treat that was coming.

He kissed and licked the area around her pussy lightly at first, gradually getting more intense. He took in her sweet smell and loved the feeling of her soft skin against his lips. There were few places on Earth that he’d rather be than nestled up next to her pussy, driving her wild.

Once he was done teasing her, he licked her whole pussy up and down, slowly and with a flat tongue. Getting her nice and wet, savoring her delicious juices. Her hands moved instinctively toward her breasts, pinching her nipples. She bit her lip and breathed in deeply. Her hips swayed in rhythmic circles against his face. She was going crazy already, and he had only just begun.

He stuck his tongue into her pussy and fucked it for a while. He loved the way the muscles flexed and grabbed at his tongue as it swam around inside her. He shifted his focus to her clit, alternating between flicking it lightly, kissing it, and sucking on it. Now, her body’s reaction became more frantic. She clutched the sheets at her sides and threw her head back in ecstasy. She moaned loudly as every muscle in her body began to contract at once. The spasms of her stomach and chest crushed the air right out of her. She could barely breathe, but she loved every second of it. The orgasms that he gave to her were always mind-bending.

As she lay on the bed, struggling to catch her breath, she watched him get undressed. And settle down between her legs. He kisses her again, soft and tender, and she closes her eyes.

“I love you so much babe,” he manages. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know. I love you too.” The beginnings of tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

She continued kissing him, eyes closed and heart aflutter. Then, she felt his dick push past the lips of her pussy and slowly ease into her. She stopped kissing and inhaled deeply. Once he was fully inside her, they resumed kissing, this time more passionately. Their tongues lashed out at each other and their lips stayed in constant contact. Every couple of seconds, a whispered I love you would escape from one of their lips.

He had hurt her badly. But in that moment, she almost didn’t care. She felt the stress of the past weeks melting off of her body. The pain and heartache that she once felt was now escaping through her skin. All she felt now was pure, overpowering love. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. She didn’t want to ever let go.

“I forgive you baby. I don’t care about any of that stuff anymore. I only want you,” she muttered through her tears.

He smiled at her words, and a solitary tear fell from his eye and onto her forehead. He couldn’t remember ever being as happy as he was in that moment. He moved his dick in and out of her slowly, gently. In some moments, he kissed her luscious lips as if his life depended upon it. In other moments, he touched her neck with firm but gentle kisses. This time wasn’t going to be about wild rides and vicious pounding. It would be about love. About connection. About regaining what was lost. He wanted it to last forever.

Before long, her back arched once again and she shook beneath him, clearly in the throes of another toe-curling, earth-shattering orgasm. She lost control of her body, and the only sound she would manage was a long, reverberating moan. He picked up his pace and felt familiar tingles shooting up his spine. He wrapped his arms around her and moaned loudly as he let himself go inside her, his hot load filling her pussy and overflowing onto the sheets. His dick pulsed inside of her, and her pussy clenched around it. They were locked in a loving, orgasmic embrace, losing themselves in one another. The bridge between them had been rebuilt.

*****

He pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. She took a moment to clean up her pussy with her shirt, and then cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his chest.

“I love you baby,” she whispered. “So, so much. I’m happy we’re together.”

“I love you too, babe.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her tight. Their bodies finally gave in, and they were finally able to conquer sleep’s elusiveness and rest.