All of a sudden the EE Cummings poem, “I Carry Your Heart with Me,” popped into my mind. I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and held her to me. I didn’t want to think about what that meant. It was most probably because we’d been friends for years. She’d almost been like my younger sister. Someone to protect from the harsh realities of the world and someone to tease mercilessly.
“Make love to me, TJ,” she whispered up at me urgently. “Make love to me so that we can fly.”
“You want to fly?” I asked her softly.
“If you’re the pilot, then yes.” She looked up at me with an impish smile that tugged on my heartstrings.
“I’ll be your pilot,” I growled and leaned down and kissed her hungrily. She kissed me back eagerly and laughed as I licked her lips. I laughed back at her and I could feel my mood relaxing as I realized our awkward moment was over. The tension was gone from the moment and I could feel the excitement burning through my body again.
“You’re so romantic, TJ, offering to fly me around the world,” she said, teasing me. “Where will you fly me to first? Australia, England, South Africa, or maybe some cute little island in the Maldives?”
“You’d like that too much.” I grinned down at her, feeling light-hearted. “I’ll take you somewhere over the rainbow.”
“Over the rainbow?”
“Yeah, somewhere no one else could ever take you.” I winked at her.
“In a helicopter or a plane?”
“The only aircraft you’ll be riding on is me.” My hands reached down and caressed her breasts. She murmured slightly as my fingers pinched her nipples and my body reacted instantly. “I want you, Mila,” I growled as my lips found her neck and bit down. “Oh, how I want you.”
“Then take me,” she breathed out, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Come,” I said, grabbing her hands and bringing her to the edge of the roof again. “Kneel down again,” I said and watched as she complied easily. I reached down and lifted her skirt up and touched her; she was already wet. Wet in anticipation for me. My body shuddered and I felt myself growing hard as I continued to touch her. “You want to feel me inside of you, don’t you?” I massaged her shivering bud and I felt like a king. I had done this to her. I had her looking at me like she would die if I stopped touching her.
“Yes,” she cried out as I pushed a finger inside of her. “Please, TJ, please.”
I pulled her back up then and pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly before pulling her chin up to look at me.
“Do everything I say,” I said steadily as she breathed heavily.
“Okay.” She nodded, gazing into my eyes.
“I want you to hold this against yourself,” I said as I handed her the vibrator. “I want you to hold it there and I want you to bring yourself pleasure, but you must not come.”
“Okay,” she said as she took the vibrator from me.
“I’ll be very upset if you come.”
“I mean, that’s not something I can help.” She giggled as she looked up at me.
“You only come for me,” I said. “Your orgasms are for me and my cock.”
“Jealous of a vibrator, TJ?” she said with a slight flush as she glanced at me.
“Jealous isn’t quite the right word.”
“What’s the right word, then?”
“On your knees, Mila,” I said gruffly. I placed my jacket and shirt down on the ground for her to rest on.
“So you just want me to hold it between my legs?” She looked up at me, clueless, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“Hand it to me,” I said and took the vibrator from her hand. I turned it on and then slapped it between her legs, holding it close to her bud. I moved it back and forth slightly, allowing my fingers to graze her gently.
“Oh my gosh, TJ.” She squealed as she moved forward.
“Yes?” I whispered as I felt her growing wetter and wetter.
“I think I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not,” I said and held it there. “Not until I’m inside of you.”
“I don’t know what sort of self-restraint you think I have.” She cried out. “But I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop—oh, oh, TJ.” She shuddered suddenly and I froze, wondering if she was going to come. I felt slightly put out. I didn’t want her to come from a little plastic machine. I knew it was stupid of me, but I wanted to feel like only me being inside of her could make her come. I wanted to own her body. I wanted my cock to be her master. The secret to her pleasure.
“I want to feel you inside of me.” She cried out again and looked back at me. “Please, now.”
“Okay.” I grinned and looked down at the pure lust and want on her face. It was enough to make my heart thump harder for a few seconds. She looked beautiful with her hair flying in the wind and her cheeks blushed pink. Her eyes looked dazed and her lips were trembling as she waited for me to take her. I pulled the vibrator away from her and she moaned. “No, baby,” I said softly. “I want to make sure that when you come it’s all because of me.”