The Sound of a Heartbeat

"I need to see you again," poured out of her mouth without any thought, it was just a simple statement of 100% truth.

He stood several inches above her and leaned slightly down and without asking he kissed her on the lips. He then embraced her and held her tight.

His lips felt wonderful, the kiss was full of promise, his tongue slipped along her lips and into her mouth without being obtrusive, she looked and his eyes were closed, his breathing was calming and steady. Both her hands rested on his chest, her palms feeling the strength, the muscular frame, his lungs rising and falling, and the steady beat of his heart. She also felt the unmistakable pressure from between his legs against her jean covered pussy, the bulge of his shorts pressed hard against her and a small, almost imperceptible moan escaped from her lips.

"Tomorrow then?" he said in that quiet voice as he broke the kiss.

"Yes," she mumbled, her heart beating wildly, her nipples hard as little rocks, and the crotch of her jeans visibly wet from her excitement.

She leaned against the door for five full minutes, contemplating what she had just done. She just kissed another man, a man she barely knew, in the past couple of days and nights she had orgasmed simply from the thoughts of him and what she wanted sexually, she cheated on her husband, if not physically then certainly mentally.

She thought she should feel horrible, that she should cry, she wondered what her kids would think. She actually tried to cry but couldn't, then she remembered all of the nights that she had cried herself to sleep when she struggled raising the kids as essentially a single mom because her husband was working and according to his generation that wasn't what men did.

She remember all of the mornings when she would make everyone, including him breakfast with even so much as a thank you; she remembered the nights where she had tried to make a romantic evening for them and he had come home and just say he was tired and wonder what was for supper; no she was not going to feel bad about this, this was only fair, it was time for her.

Despite saying this, that night she lay awake torn by guilt, her husband hadn't even noticed anything was bothering her, he had worked late, skipped supper, and fell asleep watching the hockey game. She made excuses at first for him, and finally with exhaustion setting in, somehow her eyes closed.

She tossed and turned, waking a few times, she felt so tired and so stiff and tense, it shouldn't have surprised her about the form that tonight's dream took.

It didn't even seem to start as a dream, she just felt two strong hands massaging her neck. The hands were rough and calloused, but interestingly their touch was sensitive while still strong.

The fingers worked her neck muscles, the grip sometimes very tight around her neck, which somehow, she felt was arousing, each time almost scaring her a little bit, almost choking her before they relaxed and moved downwards. She felt the slightest sense of moisture between her legs.

Lying on her tummy now, the hands moved to her shoulders, the muscles in her back felt as if they were one muscle, they were so tight, the hands seemed to spend forever kneading and pressing on her shoulders. There was much pain at first and she became aware of his body resting on her ass.

She couldn't see him, but she could feel his weight resting on her cheeks, she was aware of a hardness pressing against her, but it was secondary to the pleasure that his hands were creating as her muscles slowly unlocked and the tension began leaving her body.

He didn't say anything, but yet somehow she heard his voice, the low tones, the quiet confidence, a feeling that left her feeling empowered and stronger as if she was the only focus that he had, that she was important and he cared about how she felt and how she was.

She felt his hands move to her lower back, she shifted a little and widened her legs, anticipating the massage moving to new places, when she felt the weight lift from her body, disappointed she almost cried out in frustration, but she waited.

A new sensation, one she had never felt before, something else that she didn't even knew was a thing, it should have tickled but it didn't, it felt oh so wonderful, how could he be doing this to her, the wetness between her legs now felt like it was electric, her nerve endings caused her to grind her pussy into the bed.

His tongue, lips, and mouth circled her smallest toes, his tongue slipping between each one, she felt her nipples aching as the pleasure rose notch by notch up her scale towards the reward at the top. He actually treated each toe as if each one was just like her nipples, the feeling was incredible, she felt the sheets dampening from her pussy. She buried her face into the pillow to quiet the moans and groans that emanated from deep in her throat.

Each of her toes received the same treatment, he brought her to the edge several times and each time backed her off just enough to make her feel like screaming at him to let her cum.

As he approached her final toes, his fingertips started to massage her calves, very lightly, barely even touching her skin, 10 fingers and thumbs glided up and down her legs, that combined with the suckling her the last toes, put her over the edge and as she approached the edge on the final one, she felt herself plunge over the top and free fall as the orgasm built and then exploded just as she felt the ground approach, then his hands, fingers, and body where holding her.

She felt his body next to hers as the orgasm subsided, as her heart beat returned from the extreme edge. Her face was next to his and she felt his lips on hers, felt the warmth of his body, and sensed the beat of his heart. They lay like that for what seemed like forever, her eyes closed, her mind quiet and relaxed.

The alarm went off, she never noticed her husband get up, she slept. The sun was shining in through the window when she finally woke up. Checking under the sheets again, she was naked.

The sheets under her pussy were wet and from the dark spot, she could detect the sweet smell of her sex. Her neck and shoulders were not stiff or sore today, relaxed for the first time in weeks, she walked from her bedroom naked, the house was quiet, she looked in the mirror, her face looked relaxed, her body felt better than it had in forever, she looked into the eyes of a sexy, desirable, woman ... and she smiled back at herself.

She climbed into the shower and let the hot water wash over her, the memories of the dream coming back to her in vivid colors as she washed her body. She relived the feelings, the passion, and pleasure.

Stepping from the shower, she dried herself off, brushed out her hair, and slipping on her white cozy robe and her slippers she walked into the living room, looking out of the window, she saw his back.

It was later than she had thought, she raced to the door and called his name.

He had looked disappointed from behind, but realizing she was there as he turned around, the blue eyes met her brown eyes and sparkled to life.

He smiled and said, "I was worried, I wouldn't see you today, I couldn't imagine that."

Inhaling his leathery masculine scent, she reached up and kissed him hard on the lips. She pulled him into the doorway and closed the door behind him.

His hands moved into the opening of her robe and held her body tight against his.

They kissed just like in her dreams. Her robe fell from her shoulders and his strong, calloused hands moved to her ass; the light sensitive touch of his fingertips made her smile.

He gathered her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom, the sheets were still scattered, the scent of her sex still lingered in the room.

She looked deep into his eyes and their lips joined together, each matching the other in desire and passion, tongues intertwined, hands exploring.

She took the lead an pulled his t-shirt up over his head and let it fall to the ground, he leaned down and kissed her neck while his hands explored her ass, his powerful fingers alternately caressing and kneading her cheeks in a way that made her feel delicious.

She ran her hands over his smooth chest, feeling the muscles and sensing the beating of his heart.

She knelt in front of him and hooking her thumbs around the waist band of his shorts, pulled them down his legs, he wore no underwear, he wasn't huge, but was bigger and much thicker than her husband, pre-cum glistened in the sunlight that streamed into the room.

He pulled her towards the bed, laying her on her back, he climbed between her thighs with his head, her husband had rarely gone down on her but Trevalian had no reservations, he rolled onto his back, pulling her along as his tongue and lips feasted on her pussy. Claire inhaled sharply as his talented tongue worked its magic on her sex.

Pushing her hips towards his face, he explored every inch of her pussy, his hands and those wonderful fingertips were even better in reality than in her dreams as they moved around her ass and in between her cheeks.

Shifting herself, she moved to his cock, realizing for the first time, that with the exception of his head, Trevalian's entire body was smooth and hairless, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his thick cock and closed her eyes as his tongue pierced her opening.

Not wanted to stifle anything, Claire screamed out loud as his fingers rimmed her asshole. Her world became one of sheer pleasure as her senses where fed pleasure from everything he was doing. Her back arched and her hips rolled as he found and made her little clit drive her crazy.

She ran her mouth down the length of his cock, feeling the veins throb from her attention, her hands cupped his heavy balls and moving along his smooth skin.

There was only them and only this moment, he could feel her pressure building, the tightening of her muscles, the wetness that flowed from her pussy, the moans and screams that came from her mouth, and the deep furrows her fingernails were leaving in his thighs.

She felt him stiffen and moan as her tongue and mouth made love to his cock, she took him deep into her mouth, feeling the tip everywhere inside her, tasting the sweet saltiness of his pre-cum, she felt his body tighten and flex as he came inside her mouth, the thick, salty, delicious white and hot cum filled her mouth and her throat.

She came at almost the same time, coating his face with her juices and yelling his name, her most intense orgasm yet and but she wanted more.

Pulling herself around, she moved to kiss him, they shared each other as they kissed, his cum leaking from her lips and mouth onto and into his, her juices mixing together as they licked, sucked, and devoured each other.

She reached down and held his still hard cock in her hands and held it at the entrance to her now puffy and tender pussy.

Knowing what this moment meant, she did not hesitate, she impaled herself on his hard cock, the friction and thickness filling her pussy and her skin totally against the shaved skin of his body. She sat on him, thrusting her pussy as hard as she could against his hips, feeling him deep inside her and looking down into those deep blue eyes.

She leaned down putting her breasts within his reach and he used his mouth to begin to suckling on one of her breasts, and used his fingers on the other. The feeling of his cock buried inside her, the suckling of her nipple, the fingers on the other was too much, she came hard again.

He held her hips tight to his body as her orgasm flooded over her, the pleasure lasting longer as his cock continued to pound her, even as her body began to recover, she felt his hot cum spray inside her.

He put his arms around her as she lay down on top of him, his cock still inside her, she put her head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat, and she closed her eyes.