Never Let Go

Dharma’s cheek melted through his fleece shirt, her heat penetrating past his shoulder blades almost instantly. Even though John couldn’t see her, he knew her reassuring dimples and the eyes that pierced through her eyelashes like the sun through clouds, straight through his chest to his heart with one look. She clung to him, hearing his silent plea to never let go.

Slowly the hand that wore her wedding ring crept up John’s chest. Being a foot shorter than him, Dharma’s breasts flattened against his mid-back, her nipples beginning to press through her thin shirt.

The air swam through the window that would’ve given bypassers a show. Had they spied, they would’ve seen Dharma pull John away from the window and into her lips, her pants falling through his fingertips down to the ground as she swayed slowly. She walked backward, and he chased her kisses to their bedroom.

The soft, wet sounds of their kisses filled the room over the sound of his belt coming undone. Then, Dharma’s bra, followed by John’s mouth, flowed over her nipples. He cupped a breast in his hand as she reared her head into their pillows, arching while he grabbed the small of her back.

Then, John moved up to her mouth once more. He pinned her legs up over his arms as they supported his weight, and Dharma reached down and began to touch herself gently.

Slowly, John kissed down to her navel, then right above her vagina, which was now getting wet. He ran his fingers down the sides of her legs as she began to rock against her fingers, enjoying her nakedness perched between the sheets and his chest. But soon he ascended to cover her. He let his full weight press on her, her body struggling to move against his passionate grasp. His fingers ran through her dark hair as she kissed his shoulders as he thrust against her mound.

Dharma’s arms clenched around him, pulled him in. They kissed and rubbed their nakedness against one another, then he gradually pulled away. Dharma lifted her arms around her head as he kissed her neck and rubbed her breast. She could feel his member lengthen as he let it linger around her opening. Her heat rose as she anticipated his ramming within her, now feeling his wetness start to drip.

John forcefully grasped her hips and began to pound. Losing balance, he shifted as she smiled; they changed positions, her now on top.

Dharma looked down at John as she grasped his shaft, sliding her hand up and down it. He gasped as she cupped his sack and looked deep into his eyes, her expression commanding him to pound her. She grasped her breasts, then touched her wetness as she climbed back on top.

Up and down, Dharma rode, needing to feel him inside, deeper… deeper…. Her breasts bounced as she used her feet as levers to power her strokes. She began to arch as he held her lower back, relishing the sight, and he lifted his legs behind her till she curled down between them to the bed.

Getting back up, John lay on top of her. Dharma spread her legs and allowed him to pull one over his shoulder as he pounded with increased speed. He watched her breasts plop while her gasps grew deeper. When he released her leg, Dharma raised both and wrapped herself around him, her strength causing him to crash down into her chest, relentlessly humping now.

John grabbed around the back of her shoulders, forcefully pushing her into the mattress. He felt her body pulse into him, one flesh. He pulled her hair slightly, and she arched upward, accepting his girth. Their hips locked as he slid in—slower, then faster, then slower—with additional force. After one more push and moan, he slowed, and her arms dropped to the bed.

They lay for a brief moment as Dharma relished his erection beginning to soften, running her hands up and down his back and letting her fingers linger. When John rolled to her side, she reached and held him in her hand. She scissored her legs around his as he pulled her close.

The two of them looked up at the ceiling as their breathing slowed. Then John turned and gazed into Dharma’s eyes, and they kissed until, finally, John closed his lips and kissed her dimple, hugging her to him.

Before long, Dharma fell asleep, her fingertips on his side. He tried to position himself against her chest so he could hear her heartbeat, but hearing her breathe was enough.

A breeze slowly wandered through the room. He imagined that the Holy Spirit came with the wind as he breathed in peace.