Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
At that moment, Caitlyn was relieved that Seana had set everything out already. At least one obstacle had been eliminated. Caitlyn cautiously led him through everything. She had already gone through the process of meditation with him, so that no words would need to be spoken. That way, she could concentrate solely on her private meditation, as he thought of strengthening their future. Caitlyn pulled him into the middle of the circle and down onto his knees facing her.
“Now begin meditating, visualizing our future and relax and begin touching me.” Caitlyn commanded in her professional tone as she placed her hands on either side of his face. She gave him a light kiss, more breathing energy into him than anything else, before closing her eyes and running her hands down over his shoulders feeling the peaks and dips along the ridges of his muscles. She felt his tenseness.
“Relax.” She let her hands fall to his chest. She forced her mind to the task at hand as she reached out to him.
Brent’s hands went slowly to her shoulders mimicking her movements. She felt her breasts tense as his hands dipped slightly. She tried to force comfort through her hands into him to replace his uneasiness because it was effecting her ability to begin her own meditation. His hands were flat-palmed against Caitlyn’s skin. He stopped with the heel of his hand just above her nipples and slowly followed the roundness of her full breasts teasing her untouched nipples that seemed to become erect from desire alone. His touch was always like fire against her skin. Whenever their skin touched, there always seemed to be a light emanating from the sensation, but here in this room connected to the earth as they were on their knees, and connected to each other, Caitlyn thought she could hear the crackle of energy. When he took her nipple into his mouth, she felt the heat throughout her breast. Her lungs tensed, her stomach churned and her pussy moistened as she felt the tight sensation of her nipple hardening to an even more erect state.
Her first reaction was to worry about him and what he was thinking. She consciously focused on the physical feelings and conjured an image of a man in her mind. When his fingers lightly teased Caitlyn’s erect wet nipple as his mouth found her other one, the heat burned through her inhibitions. She stopped worrying about him and gave herself over to the magic. She found her eyes opening to enjoy the sight of her own hands gripping Brent’s chest tightly. As his hands found their way over her ribs, down over the pouch of her stomach and back up again until they bumped back up against the often-neglected underside of her breasts, Caitlyn’s insides became molten. She separated her thighs a little to allow the hot moisture there to mingle with the air.
Brent ran his hands around her back pulling her into an embrace that allowed her breasts to smother his. The familiar smell of his hair caught her as the scent of his sweat moistened skin mingled with the scent of intimacy. The unusual heat of this June had stifled the air. She pulled back when the idea of time began to escape her. Nudging his legs out from under him and shoving them apart, Caitlyn spread her own legs out and placed her thighs over his. She gently scooted closer until she felt Brent’s stiffness fall onto her own moist folds. Inside her opening, muscles pulsated to an urgent ache. She felt his fingers wiggling into her moistness. With a small twist, his fingers gently flicked against her clit and began rubbing the outer edge of her hole. He circled there, increasing his pressure with each round.
“Do you see us?” He whispered the question carried by hot breath into her ear. Caitlyn felt the air quiver against her skin as if thousands of tiny fingers were tapping every inch of her from head to toe.
“Not yet. Do you?” She couldn’t admit to him she had lost the ability of sight to the pleasure of physical sensation.
“It’s too vague. I am not really sure.” Brent pushed two fingers up inside Caitlyn’s ready hole. “Touch me, Caitlyn.”
She wiggled her fingers between them to where his erection lay against the small pouch of her stomach. The entire breadth of his four fingers went again to her clit, coaxing until the hard nub coming out from under its soft hood tingled. A small sensation bordering pain cut through her as he slowly moved the fingers until they were encased within her.
She softly sighed at the welcome intrusion. Lacing the fingers of her hands together, she sheathed his cock. They rocked against one another rhythmically with his balls bumping his knuckles forcing his fingers further into her. She gripped him tighter in response to her own ecstasy. The explosion of a bright bluish-white light blew apart any chance of an image entering her mind. Somehow, oblivious to her, he had gotten his dick inside her. Orgasms began rocking them both as they pushed against each other, stuck to each other nipple to nipple and thigh to thigh. The lights in Caitlyn’s head singed the air in her lungs, shooting flames to her toes. The heat began to relax her muscles. They embraced riding out the last echoes of pleasure.
“I saw us.” His voice seemed to lack the emotion one would think should accompany such a revelation. “Did you?”
Caitlyn opened her eyes and pulled back enough to look at him. She blinked a few times in a confused recognition of his words.
“Ah…no. No, I saw just lights. I think I just saw the energy we created. I couldn’t seem to focus on the actual task at hand.” She blushed and looked down only to see him still inside of her.
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