Leanne and Mike

Leanne and Mike

By

TALIESSA

Leanne was in my house. She'd been here now for four hours. I'd picked
her up at the station and after that first gaze into each other's eyes
which made time stand still, and that first hug that felt as though I
were greeting a long-lost friend rather than someone I'd spent less
than an hour with, we retreated back into behaving like good friends,
no other sign that there may be anything more than that between us,
other than a few nerves I picked up, if I stood within inches of
her.

I wondered for a moment, were those nerves there because she'd decided
she didn't fancy me after seeing me properly? But I knew deep down it
was the opposite. Her nerves mirrored my own. I wanted her like I'd
never wanted anyone before in my life, and I'd felt that way about her
ever since we'd started sending those e-mails.

I can't remember exactly when I fell in love with her, it just sort of
crept up on me, the more we connected. Maybe I'd always loved her? It
felt weird, like nothing I'd known before and I knew it was a
'spiritual' love we shared. 'Soul-Mates' if you like. There had been
many times during our e-mailing each other that I'd wondered if it
wasn't quite real. Was the whole thing in my mind? And in hers? But now
she was here the feelings were stronger than ever. I wanted her and the
fact that she felt exactly the same way only fuelled my desire for her
all the more. Even with two hundred and fifty miles between us, she had
certainly made her desire for me clear enough, like no other woman ever
had. I knew women had desired me before, had let me know in many
different ways, but Leanne seemed to have no problem in telling me how
she felt about me in any way. Directly over the phone and through the
e-mails.

I was taken aback sometimes by her openness, wondered sometimes if it
was really genuine? But I knew inside it was, and I liked it. Well now
she was here, in my house, we'd eaten, talked, joked, I'd shown her
more of my Poetry and other pieces of writing and she'd flattered me by
telling me how brilliant my writing was. Her little girl was asleep,
and she'd been looking at me for the last half an hour with a mixture
of such desire, longing and love in her eyes, I just wanted to drag her
into the bedroom and I have no doubt whatsoever that she wouldn't have
stopped me for a moment.
Grabbing her like that though wasn't really how I'd envisaged our first
lovemaking session so I waited for an opportunity to be a little more
romantic.

That opportunity presented itself while I was thinking about how to
create it. I was sat on my chair &; she'd been sat crossed legged on
the floor talking about her spiritual experiences and energies and
meditation. What she was saying was interesting but I was only half
listening. I just wanted to take her to bed. She was saying something
about the energy between us, and was it alright if she felt my energy,
I nodded wondering what the hell she was going to do, but she just
moved towards me and held my hand, then closed her eyes for a while. I
did feel something. Definitely, but I can't say what it was. The entire
experience of meeting Leanne had been bizarre from the start, yet it
was like I'd always known it would be like this one day.

She opened her eyes and just smiled a blissful smile like she just had
a shot of heroin or something. My heart was racing and I felt this same
'warm feeling' I'd been having on and off since we'd met, spread over
my heart, then her eyes changed and flashed naked desire at me and I
felt that warm feeling instantly elsewhere. She smiled, obviously
knowing exactly what was happening, and while I was new to all this
energy stuff, I knew damn well I could match her passion. My eyes must
have mirrored hers, as hers widened as she saw the desire in mine. Then
she smiled like the cat that'd got the cream. That was it. I'd had
enough, and without any rational thought whatsoever, I just pulled her
into my arms.

We kissed for what seemed like ages, she was running her hands through
my hair and making little moaning sounds of pleasure. I was totally
lost and if someone had held a gun to my head I don't think I would
have stopped. I'd wanted her for ages and nothing was going to stop me
having her. I shifted round in the chair so she was underneath me and I
was sort of leaning half over her, still kissing. Her face was a
picture of pure ecstasy and I contemplated taking her there and then on
the chair, but instead moved away and took her hand. I led her into the
bedroom and shut the door. I can't remember how we actually ended up in
bed, we were kissing one minute and naked under the covers next. She
was running her hands over my chest and staring at my body as though
she'd never seen a naked man before. Then she looked me straight in the
eyes and raked her nails very gently down my chest &; stomach
stopping just above my groin. She smiled wickedly at me. I was amazed
how quickly she could shift her energy from being so openly loving and
pure one minute to being a teasing, sexual temptress the next. I knew
however, I was exactly the same as her, and was delighted I had found a
woman to match my sexuality as well as everything else.

I traced my fingers lightly around her breast until I reached her
nipple and then moved away to do exactly the same with the other. Her
face had turned serious now, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated her
breathing quickened. She put her hand around my neck and gently pulled
my head towards her, eyes wide as if asking if I would kiss her again.
And I did.
"I love you." she whispered in my ear.
"I love you too." I replied.
"I want you," she said huskily. Jesus she was driving me nuts. Blasting
me with this unbelievable love one minute, opening my heart, arousing
me to want her through my own love for her. One minute I wanted to
make-love to her, then seconds later, she awakened my sexual desire and
my lust for her simply because I was a man and she was a woman and I
wanted to fuck her. It was great. I wasn't sure how much longer I could
stand this but I wanted to make it last. I moved my mouth to her
breasts and she moaned with pleasure, then I trailed my fingers down
her stomach and around the tops of her legs, moving around her
womanhood, touching her lightly, teasingly. Her eyes were closed, her
face a picture of rapture and to be honest I just wanted to enter her
there and then, but held back. She was lost in her own pleasure, no
longer able to tease me and concentrate on arousing me, I had taken
control. But her response to everything I did, so open and free,
nothing held back, that I knew was totally genuine, was driving me
crazy. I loved her so much and I wanted to give her the pleasure she
craved, as I knew I could. I plunged my fingers deep inside her and her
eyes flew open and she gasped. She was more than ready for me and how I
didn't take her there and then I'll never know, but I didn't. I wanted
to savour every moment.

"Oh Mike." she sighed, "I've wanted you for so long." She was writhing
around underneath my fingers, her breathing fast, making little sounds
of pleasure, which were getting more insistent. I realised she was near
to climax, and I just carried on. Suddenly she stopped me, grabbing my
hand.

"No, not like this, please." She pushed my hand away and reached for
me, her hands clutching my hips, her leg moving across mine, her eyes
pleading.

"Not yet darling." I said. "Be patient." She looked at me with
surprise, a tiny bit of anger and such desperate desire I don't know
how I stopped myself. She turned her attention back to me, and stared
at my aroused state unashamedly. Then she clasped her hand around me
and started to move her hand up and down, and it was my turn to
moan.

"Please." She begged in my ear.

"Don't you want me babe?" she asked her hand continuing to pleasure
that exact part of my body that showed her exactly how much I did want
her. That was it, I could hold back no longer. I pushed her down, her
arms moved to my hips and she held me as I thrust myself inside her,
her hands then clutching my buttocks, and I found myself feeling her
own intense pleasure, and mine at the same time. Was this possible? I
thought? But I could actually feel her feelings, her arousal, and my
own simultaneously.

"That is so nice baby." she whispered in my ear.
She had such a sexy voice. I was aroused by the way she moved her body,
by the little sounds of pleasure she made, by her responses to me, by
her husky voice in my ear and the things she was saying to me. I was
aroused by her energy, by her openness and freedom of herself, by the
fact that she seemed to delight in her own femininity, making me in
turn aware of my own masculinity, and the fact that I was with a
female. But most of all, I was aroused because I was so in love with
her.

I felt her nearing climax again, so I withdrew from her slowly, her
face turned into a mixture of pleasure and disappointment.

"Turn over babe." I said. Her eyes flashed with arousal, pleasure and
the exciting thrill of a challenge.

"No." she said.

"Fucking turn over woman or I'm going to watch TV instead."

"Say please." she said teasingly.

"Please." I said slowly, deliberately, "Please babe, willya turn over?
Or do I have to turn you over myself?" Her eyes lit up and she smiled.
She turned over and wiggled her hips snugly back into mine. I entered
her. I thrust hard inside her as I bought my hands up towards her
breasts. She was going fucking crazy. Anyone would have thought she'd
never been made-love to like this before, although admittedly she had
told me she hadn't had proper sex for eight months. I ran my fingers
through her hair, then entwined my hands through those red curls and
jerked her head back roughly.

"Is that nice babe?" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, oh." was all she could say.
As soon as I felt her nearing climax again, I left her, although I knew
I wasn't far off myself, and wasn't sure if I could control myself for
much longer.
She turned round, pushed me down, and climbed on top of me, taking
control this time. We made love like this for ages, kissing, touching
each other, then I moved and with her still inside me, turned her
underneath me again.

She moved in perfect time with me. Our bodies moulded together as if we
were one.
As she neared climax again, I prepared to leave her one more time, but
she clung on to me.

"Please don't stop. Please don't leave me."
I didn't. I carried on making love to her, tenderly, passionately until
she arched her back, and cried out as her climax came over her in
waves. I couldn't hold back any longer myself, and joined her in my own
orgasm. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms, she stroked my hair
softly, her eyes still closed.

"I love you so much." she said. "Do you still love me?"

"Are you joking?" I laughed as I snuggled beside her. "Of course I
fucking do."

"Did I please you?" she asked.

"Fuck off you little witch, you know damn well you did!"
She smiled a sleepy smile and curled under my arm. It was so nice to
have her there. It felt like it was where she belonged. Where she had
always belonged.
I closed my eyes and tried to rest my body, for I knew it wouldn't be
long before I'd take her again.