Martine The Beginning (Cruising to Love, The Prequel) by Edwina J White

wanted to stroke it, hold it,
    guide into a place that was aching for it …
    Martine stretched languidly, like a cat. Lucas gulped.  Martine had notice on previous visits that stretching just like that made Lucas gulp.
      “Are you going to undress me, darling?  Or would you like me to undress myself?”
      “Uh, uh, oh Martine, you little minx.  The effect you have on me when you move like that.  Don’t wet your lips, darling, it drives me crazy…”
      Martine wet her lips again, and saw his bulge growing even larger.  He sat down beside her on the bed, his breathing was ragged, uneven.  He bent his head down to hers and crushed his lips to hers, his tongue filled her mouth, his
    hands were on her breasts, seizing them, squeezing them.  There was nothing gentle about Lucas now.  He pulled away to breath, and tugged at the floppy bow she had so carefully tied.  He pulled her top open and unclasped her bra.  His mouth was all over her breasts, hot, demanding.  His tongue drove her wild.  His hands were at her waist now, undoing her trousers, pulling them down, down.  She kicked them off.  She expected him to remove her panties next, but he moved his hands back up to her breasts.  Now his mouth and his hands were playing with those nipples, cupping her fullness, squeezing, kneading.  Now her breathing was as uneven as his, as gasping. 
      He rolled on top of her and rubbed against her, as he had before.  Now all that was between them was his thin cotton pajamas and her tiny lace panties.  He looked down at her.  “Soon, darling, soon, there won’t be anything
    between us. Soon, I ’ll be inside you, thrusting, filling you with my love.  Soon, Martine.  Soon. I love you, Martine.  I love you.”
      “I love you, too, Lucas,” she gasped.  “I just want to belong to you, I want you inside me.”
      “We’ll be married soon, my darling.  Then I’ll be inside you every night…every morning, darling…you’ll be begging for mercy.”
      They both laughed.  Lucas roll off her and rose.  He found her trousers, and hung them up in the wardrobe with her lovely green top.  He found her bra, and put it in his top drawer.  He turned back to her, and helped her to put on his pajama top, and buttoned it firmly.
      He kissed the tip of her nose.  She smiled up at him.  Lucas fluffed their pillows and turned out the light.
      They lay side by side, holding hands.  Martine ’s head was on Lucas’s shoulder.  Presently they slept.
      Hours later, Martine woke.  Lucas was still asleep, dreaming, talking to her in his sleep …
      “Oh, Martine, yes….yes…touch me there, darling, stroke me…yes…”
      Martine turned on her side, facing him. She pulled the sheet gently back, and looked at Lucas.  The bulge in his pajamas was enormous, she thought.  The fly gaped open.  She could see his hair, his bulge.
      Martine slipped her hand through the open fly, and took him in her soft hand.  She held him, and his manhood grew, and stood at attention.  She didn’t quite know what to do, she’d never done this before.  She pulled him out of the
    opening.  He stood proud.  She stroked her hand up and down softly.  His hand came over hers.  She looked up.  He was still sleeping,
      “Oh, baby, oh, baby harder, stroke me harder…” His hand moved hers up and down, faster, faster. She held him tighter… He moaned and turned toward her.  She threw her leg over him, and rubbed against him.  All that was between them now was a wisp of lace…she felt so open to him, so ready for him…  He was thrusting against her now, harder, faster.  His manhood seemed to be pushing through the lace. 
      She felt his hand on her chin, turning her face upwards.  His lips crushed her, his tongue conquered hers in the dance of love.  His hand was on her bum now, stroking, squeezing, pushing her closer to him.  Her hips were moving in total unison with his.  And all that was between