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THAT SMILE by Janey

His laugh was so infectious that it wasn’t long before we all had tears streaming down our faces, his witticisms coming thick and fast. It had been such a long, long time since everyone had been this at ease and relaxed, but it was a real joy being a part of it. Then he winked at me…if only he knew what that did to me with THAT smile, and THOSE sexy smouldering eyes, but he had no idea. To him I was just part of the furniture, he probably wouldn’t even notice if I didn’t turn up. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully, and suddenly he was racing toward me, huge beaming smile and sparkling eyes; “why you!” he said, his arms around me, tickling me until I was begging him to stop. When he finally did, I had to fight to catch my breath, and we stared at each other; something was different about him but I wasn’t sure what. Briefly he flashed me a mischievous glare, winked once more, and then raced to Wire and began tickling him like crazy too, eliciting jovial cries of protest.

I indicated to Martin that it was time for me to go, he nodded in reponse and still laughing at the joyous antics occurring, I reluctantly made my way back into his home to collect my bag before embarking on the walk to the train station. At least the weather was still good; it was a glorious summer evening, and with the sound of U2 in my ears, I started my journey.

Even with Bono singing his heart out, I was aware of the sound of a car horn beeping, so I turned around to see what was going on and couldn’t help but smile at the vision that greeted me; he had wound his window right down and was indicating for me to approach him.
“What are you doing?” I asked confused, after I’d turned off the music. “You don’t go this way.”
“For all it’s a clear summer night, I don’t like the idea of you walking to the train station. Come on, get in and I’ll drive you home; it won’t take long and I’ll feel much better knowing that you’re safe.”
“I need to go to the supermarket as well,” I said.
“Fine. You can get whatever you need and not have to worry about carrying it home. Next problem?” There it was again, that wonderful smile.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure you have other things that you could be doing.”
“Just get in before I lose my patience with you,” he grinned warmly, getting out of the car, walking around and opening the passenger door for me. “I’m waiting!”

He didn’t just drop me off at my home; he came in and helped me put the shopping away too.
“You need to have something to eat,” he said as he walked around looking at some of my photographs and ornaments whilst I made us both tea. “You’ve eaten nothing all day, I’ve been watching you.”
“I’m not hungry,” I said simply. “I’ve gone beyond being hungry.”
“You need something.” He opened a cupboard and took out one of the packets of biscuits that I had bought, and tossed them over to me. “Eat some of them with your cup of tea.”
I wanted to be annoyed, but I just couldn’t be. The soft curve of his lips and the sparkle in his eyes stopped me; I was putty in his hands, so instead I opened the biscuits and dipped one into the hot tea, licking off the dripping chocolate with the tip of my tongue. I shivered when I noticed that his eyes watched everything that I did, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes hungry.
“Let me,” he said, smiling as he took another biscuit, dipped it into the hot liquid once more and held it before me. “There you go, lick the chocolate off.” It was so simple yet so bloody erotic.
Taking his hand, I guided the biscuit to my lips, my green eyes not leaving his sexy brown ones that were thick with want. My chest was rising and falling noticeably, excitement and desire building inside me. Our hands were shaking. I heard the sigh escape his sensual lips when I flicked my tongue across the chocolate, deliberately letting him see it for a few seconds before swallowing it, then eating the biscuit and finally drinking some of the tea to help it go down.

“Do you always lick things so… provocatively Tina?” I stumbled backwards, shocked that he knew me, his strong arms catching me and preventing me from hurting myself. He took my tea and put the cup on the side, still holding me warmly.
“Thanks Richey,” I whimpered, trying to fight the rising heat within.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“What?” I asked him, confused at what he could mean. His lips were amazingly warm, plump, soft and oh so tender. In something of a heady daze I slowly put my arms around his shoulders, sighing when I felt his quivering muscles as my fingertips teased him, and opening my lips just a little making way for the tip of his tongue to slide into my mouth and caress my tongue tantalisingly delicately. This was no frenzied passionate kiss; it was slow and beautiful, and the most natural thing in the world. I moaned his name but it was silenced in his mouth.

Richey broke the kiss, but continued to hold me to his body whilst tenderly stroking my face. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured driving me wild by nibbling at the flesh on the curve of my neck; sucking, biting and then licking it with his tongue to soothe the sting.
All I could do was moan and let one hand hold his bum as the other teased the back of his neck, guiding him down onto me. Again I moaned, louder this time as he increased the passion and force he was using on my skin, moving down now to my collarbone sucking, nibbling and biting all the way. He was making me get so wet, I was acutely aware of it, just as I was aware of his insistent erection pressing against me. I lolled my head backwards and closed my eyes; lost in the frenzy of emotions he was causing me to feel.

Skilfully his hands made short work of removing my tight vest top and bra, his mouth only leaving my skin when he tugged the top off me. With the offending items out of his way, he captured a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it sweetly, moaning in appreciation as it swelled and grew stiffer before his eyes. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. It was as though all of my nerve endings were screaming at his delicious touch and attention; the heat of his breath on my nipple made me gasp and Richey then sucked on me harder and deeper.

I put my hands at the hem of his t-shirt and started to hoist it up, Richey sighing and grinning cheekily when he had to relinquish my nipple to enable me to remove it. His chest was so muscular, fine downy hairs almost invisible on his pale soft skin were like velvet to my touch. I threw his t-shirt down to the floor, stroking his torso and enjoying the beauty before me. The only noise was the sound of our breathing; it was as though there was nothing else happening anywhere, and no one else – only us.

Tentatively I reached a hand forward, Richey still smiling warmly, and traced my fingertips over the pale scars on his chest and stomach. They were so pale it was hard to see them unless you knew where they were. For many years he had been free from the self-destruction that almost consumed him and his body continued to recover. Coyly I flashed him a sweet smile and then pinched his lips gently with mine for a few seconds, before I gave in to his protests and slipped my tongue in his mouth for a proper, deep kiss.

He broke away and stared at me in confusion when I refused to let him pull me tighter into his body. I placed a finger over his lips, closed my eyes and then dipped my head, kissing and licking the soft bare skin of his chest, moving slowly until my tongue touched a swollen, eager nipple. He exhaled sharply, and his muscles twitched, making me smile; I wanted him to be happy. Richey’s hand stroked my hair as he murmured words I couldn’t understand, my lips still teasing his highly sensitive nipples.

How often I had dreamt of this and wondered at how wonderful it would be to have the man I’d loved and admired from afar, in my arms, touching me and being able to pleasure him in return. Now it was happening and I kept waiting for someone to tell me I was dreaming. Thankfully no one did.

Gradually I slid to my knees, my lips moving down his torso to his stomach, kissing and nibbling around his navel then darted the tip of my tongue in. Richey jerked and moaned in surprise, though I wasn’t sure if it was due to that or his shock at my hands undoing his trousers and pulling them and his boxers, down to the floor. He kicked his clothes off his feet, and I watched his proud dick, wet, glistening and throbbing, his pre-cum glinting in the evening sun. I’d lost count at the amount of times that Richey had turned down a nude photo shoot, citing; ‘my genitalia is too small,’ whatever it was, it wasn’t small; large…mm yes.
“Please.” His voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear it.
I winked at him, took the root of his penis in my hand and keeping my eyes locked onto his, moved closer, flicked out my tongue, and ran it up and down his length, leaving the tip alone. “Like that?”
“God Yes!” he gasped, throwing his head back when I continued stroking him with my hand. “So good, don’t stop. Please.” His voice was deep and raw with lust, his expression one of, dare I say, ecstasy?
It was an immensely powerful sensation being so close to him and giving him so much pleasure, seeing him losing himself to some other plane; utterly unaware of anything save for the emotions he was experiencing.

With one hand he urged me nearer to him, wanting me to take him further in my mouth, which I annoyingly resisted for a while; his other tugged at his own hair. He was so beautiful, lost in sensual rapture, eyelashes flickering uncontrollably and mouth quivering, making those magnificent lips even more inviting.

Once more I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, then I sucked lightly on the head of his dick tasting his pre-cum. I couldn’t help but moan my approval, circling the head before taking his very stiff, large cock deep into my mouth.
“Ohhh Fuck!” Richey gasped, grabbing my hair really firmly and thrusting his groin into me.
My eyes sparkled with delight and I sucked deeper and harder on him, playing with his balls with my fingers as I wallowed in the heady, musky taste of him, and delighted in the feel of him. I varied the speed and depth and occasionally flicked my tongue across and around the head, sometimes probing into the eye, teasing the sensitive glans penis. The last thing I wanted was for him to know that I had never done this before, so I imitated what I had seen in some porno movies that James and Nicky often watched together. Suddenly, I was aware of his cock pulsing, and then his warm, thick and creamy cum spurted onto my tongue and to the back of my throat. I swallowed it down eagerly; it tasted wonderful and the sensation of it entering my mouth made me go all tingly.
“OK?” I asked him nervously, kissing my way back up his body until I was stood in front of him. With eyes shining, and a big beaming smile on his face, he pulled me into him for a passionate kiss, making me gasp for breath.

“I can’t make love to you here,” he murmured softly, all the while caressing my naked back slowly.
“Follow me.” I took his hand and led him upstairs to my unmade bed and rather untidy bedroom.
“Good job Wire isn’t here,” Richey giggled nervously, still holding me as though he didn’t want to let me go.
“He’ll never get the chance to see it,” I smiled nervously.
“I would hope not!” Gently and assuredly Richey guided me to the bed, nimbly unfastening the zipper of my skirt, sighing as it quickly slumped to the floor, never breaking his luscious, hot kiss.
“Richey,” I softly moaned, as he carefully positioned me beneath him on the bed.
“Umm?”
“There’s-something-that-I-need-to-tell-you,” I muttered, his busy lips muffling my words.
He broke the kiss then, still stroking me tenderly. “What is Tina?” His voice was soft and sweet.
“I’ve never, erm, well…”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked with a soft smile, and I nodded in response. “Do you want me to stop, because I will. Just being with you and close to you is enough.” He gave a nervous giggle. “I have wanted to ask you out for so long but didn’t know how to, so this is way more than I ever anticipated.”
I blushed, briefly glancing downwards before again meeting his gaze. “I do want this Richey,” I simpered, stroking a thumb over his inviting lips. “ I really want to make you happy but I’m worried my inexperience will spoil it for you.”
“Hush.” Tenderly Richey caressed my face and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I could spend all night kissing you, and having your body moulded into mine, feeling your breath over my skin and your body rising and falling as you breathe. Those simple things are what will make me happy Tina, because I’ll be with you.”
Goosebumps started appearing on my arms; I was so moved by the sincerity and emotion he had shown me, his tenderness, literally, breath taking. “Richey,” I whimpered, pressing a hand over his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath, “please make love with me; I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

The corner of his mouth broke into a slight smile and his eyes sparkled and shone with anticipation and delight, but he said nothing, his hands still lovingly stroking lightly over my body; obviously giving me time to change my mind; I wasn’t about to.

For a few wonderful minutes Richey teased my tongue with his own, then I moaned as his lips left mine until they pressed against my breasts, and then he surprised me by biting into the soft mounds firmly. I pushed my head back into the pillow, moaned in rapture and mumbled for him to continue. Each time he bit, nuzzled or suckled firmly on my skin, he trailed his wet tongue over the red area to soothe the sting: a sting from pleasure, not from pain.

Despite the addled condition of my brain, I realised that I still had my thong on, albeit a now very damp thong and so moved my hands down and wriggled until I could feel the thin flimsy material. I then proceeded to try to push them down.
“Erm, what are you doing precisely?” Richey chirped his eyes full of devilment as he watched me struggle.
“I erm…” I stumbled.
“You need… to learn a little patience,” he whispered seductively in my ear, and then made me shriek in delight by sucking on my ear lobe.
“It’s just that…”
“Umm?” His fingertips now tantalised my stomach with the lightest of touches, whilst his mouth once again sucked eagerly on a red, swollen nipple.
I was embarrassed; I’d never been in this situation before and as much as I wanted to tell him what he was doing to me, using such language was strange and unnatural to me. “Well, it’s…”
“You’re all wet and feeling a little uncomfortable with your thong on?”
How the hell did he manage to speak so sexily at the same time as driving me crazy with his tongue on my nipples? “Ah-huh.”

I groaned in disappointment when he stopped playing with my incredibly sensitive nipples, but then yelped in pleasurable surprise when he gripped the flimsy fabric of the thong in his teeth, and eased them to halfway down my thighs, only then allowing his hands to totally remove them.

After tossing them onto the floor, he looked at me, smiling tenderly, one hand running up and down my thighs, the other propping his head up, right alongside my hips. “Are you sure that this is what you want?”
“Yes,” I nodded to him, curling his hair around my fingers. I watched him lick my hips, feeling his fingers stroking further up my thighs, carefully and leisurely. This was the sweetest torture I’d known; I wasn’t sure if his lips or fingers were inflaming me the most, all I knew was that butterflies were in my stomach and every inch of my skin was incredibly sensitive, a gentle humming permeating through me.
“Don’t be afraid to tell me what feels good Tina.” He skilfully positioned himself between my thighs, and prized them slightly further apart, his fingers and tongue both near to my wet, aching, throbbing pussy. “I want you to feel so special and happy.”
Couldn’t he see that he was doing precisely that?

With wide eyes and panting heavily, I watched him gazing at me with lust and want. His own dark brown, intense eyes searching mine for permission to continue. Deep in the centre of my stomach was a burning so hot, I thought that I would pass out and so nodded to Richey; silently urging him to continue. Quizzically he raised an eyebrow – he wanted me to tell him what I wanted, the bloody tease!
“Richey…”
“Yes?” His hands moved up to the top of my legs, and splayed across my hips.
“Please Richey…” The urgency in my voice grew; damn but I needed to feel him!
“Like this?”

When his tongue flicked over me I squealed and jolted from the bed stunned at how wonderful it was. It was nothing like the sensations that I experienced from touching myself and already I knew that I wanted more. “Yes,” was my breathless response. Suddenly time meant nothing to me and I became lost in a whirl of desire, heat, passion and sensitivity, my hands grabbing the bedsheets so forcefully that I was pulling them off the bed; my body writhing and Richey was having difficulty steadying me.

The scorching heat spread through my body, but the core of it was settling deep within me and intensifying by the second. For a brief moment I managed to open my eyes and caught him staring at me with a wild, wanton hunger as his tongue licked and pleasured me. My breath hitched in my throat; watching him kissing, licking and sucking on my clit was the most erotic sight I had ever experienced. Suddenly I became aware of Richey’s name echoing around me, not sure of where it came from and I shrieked loudly as the molten heat finally tore through me, my muscles twitching and spasming wildly.

My body bathed in sweat, breathing ragged as I waited for it to steady, and my skin electrified to the slightest touch, I twined my fingers in Richey’s hair and whispered for him to kiss me. He flashed me that beautiful smile of his and I knew I would never tire of seeing him like that; so content and carefree, quite simply; he was adorable.
“Tina,” he murmured lightly when he eventually relinquished my mouth from a deep, sensual kiss. “If only I’d had the courage to let you know how I feel before now.”
“Umm,” was my somewhat useless response, my body still feeling tingly and alive.
Slowly he positioned himself over me, his erection prodding at my wetness. “Are you sure?” he asked again, stroking my face and slipping his tongue briefly into my mouth.
“Yes,” I whimpered; one hand on his back guiding him into me, the other curled in his hair as I pleaded with my eyes for him to continue.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”

Gently Richey inched himself inside me, all the while stroking my face and searching my green eyes for any signs of discomfort; there weren’t any. It was amazing how he felt within me, a part of me. He was big and was filling me, but it was heavenly and I whimpered, making Richey beam and his eyes light up.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, slowly moving back and forth, almost completely withdrawing before steadily thrusting back in. Cautiously and sensitively Richey thrust, lifting my legs over his back, making me squeal at the difference it gave the sensations inside me. “Does it hurt?” he asked, stopping and searching my eyes for pain or discomfort.
“No, no it’s wonderful Richey,” I warmly smiled back, my fingertips brushing the sweat from his forehead. “Please, don’t stop Richey.”

My lips planted a kiss on his lips and as it deepened I placed my hands on his back and encouraged him to continue, and with a lustfilled moan – he did, moving deeper and sharper this time. I threw my head back into the pillow and grunted, scraping my fingertips over his smooth, soft back and arse. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Richey would be able to make me feel this alive and I couldn’t contain the moan from deep within me as my body readied itself for another orgasm.

Richey nuzzled at my neck, making satisfied whimpering noises, stimulating me further and I lifted my legs more to allow him more access. The next thrust was astonishing, both of us yelling out loud, and clinging harder for the next thrusts.
“Oh Richey!” I cried, slamming my eyes open and staring at him, my hips lifting off the bed for a moment.
He thrust several more times, yelled my name and I felt his warmth flow into me, panting for breath he captured my mouth and our tongues danced together until we had to break to take some air.

Richey slid onto his back and curled me into him, reverently bestowing a kiss on the top of my head, my head rested in the curve of his shoulder and I toyed with his chest.
“Thank you,” he said softly, hugging me nearer to him and tilting my head so that he could look at me. “It means a lot that you gave it to me. It should be important and significant when you lose your virginity.”
I said nothing, I didn’t need to; my broad grin said it all. We fell asleep cuddling, making love once more when we awoke.

The following morning, Richey drove me to the video shoot, and despite all the teasing and banter flowing freely from everyone, Richey held my hand and cuddled me without embarrassment in front of everyone, and constantly referred to me as ‘my lovely lady’, causing me to snigger coyly.

From that day on people regarded us as a couple, and we have never spent a night apart since, so, all these years later, we must be doing something right.

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