His hands began exploring her back, softly moving up and down the small dent. He slipped his hand underneath her pajama top, his fingers caressing her side, slowly moving upward, making her arch into him. She could feel his arousal growing underneath her, and seductively moved her hips, pressing tighter against him. He groaned into her neck at the new friction she was creating.
He brought his lips back to hers and devoured her mouth, dancing his tongue with hers, while his hands continued their upward movement. She could barely breathe between the passionate kiss and the feelings of arousal his hands were creating. Finally, his hands circled around her side, brushing the underside of her braless br**sts, making her cry out in need. She didn’t want him to play anymore. She wanted his hands to move those last few inches and cup her sensitive skin.
His fingers danced forward, finally giving her what she wanted, and brushing over her peaked nipple. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make her cry out. He moved his hand away and she uttered a protest, before realizing he had the bottom of her top in his hands and was quickly ripping it away.
With her shirt out of the way her br**sts were there for him to freely explore. He laid her back on the couch, devouring her with his eyes. She became nervous when he did nothing but look at her for a moment. Then, he let out a low moan and brought his head down, swiping his tongue along the bottom of her throat. She threw her neck back, allowing him easier access. He moved down, licking the top of her breast, caressing her stomach with his fingers.
He kissed along the swollen mounds, but only circled her peaked nipple. She shifted her body, trying to guide his mouth where she wanted it. “Please,” she cried out. She needed him to relieve the ache.
Finally, he took her hardened bud into his mouth, sucking the swollen peak deep inside the warm recesses of his mouth while swirling his tongue against it. Her back arched off the couch in intense pleasure. He gripped both br**sts, lavishing equal attention on each one. She was in a complete haze, and felt she’d die if he dared stop.
He pressed his hips into her opened legs, letting her feel how turned on he was. She wanted no clothing between them. She wanted to feel his hard manhood filling her up. She jerked her hips again, trying to relieve some of the aching.
He brought his lips back to hers, kissed her long and hard, before moving off her. She was ready to cry out her protest when she saw him shedding his clothes. Yes! She inwardly cried. She couldn’t turn away as the firelight reflected off his naked chest, even more defined than she could’ve ever imagined. Her dreams had nothing on the reality of the man.
He pushed down his pants and she gasped at the sight of him fully erect, glistening in the firelight. He was so beautiful, and she felt complete satisfaction knowing she’d brought him to the state he was in.
Before she had any more time to think, he reached down, and quickly removed the rest of her clothes, leaving her bare for his inspection. She immediately wanted to cover up, but he quickly grabbed her arms and moved them above her head, trapping her.
“You had your turn, now it’s mine,” he whispered only seconds before he kneeled over her. She wanted to protest, but the second his body slid along hers, she lost the words.
He slid his hand from her throat, over her br**sts, taking time to tease her ni**les, then down her quivering stomach, until he reached her heat. He spread her legs with his, then dipped his finger over her swollen womanhood, causing her to gasp. Inserting his finger inside her folds, his eyes dilated as he found her hot and ready. She didn’t need any more seduction; she only needed him deep inside her. She needed him to fill the void she didn’t even know she had until meeting him.
“Please, now,” she begged him. She’d never before begged for anything in her life, but she couldn’t seem to stop begging.
He didn’t take any more convincing than that. He released her hands, which she quickly wrapped around his neck. He moved his body over hers, the head of his erection sitting at her entrance, waiting to plunge inside. She shifted upward, wanting him to close the gap and thrust inside her. He gripped her hip, then finally moved forward, parting her folds inch by inch, until he had them fully connected.
“Oh, so good,” she cried, wrapping her legs tightly around his backside. He paused for a moment, both of them enjoying the feeling of being so intimately entwined. Then, he started moving. He gripped her hips tightly in his hands as he easily found a pleasurable rhythm for them. He thrust slowly at first, then started moving faster as both their bodies built ever higher toward ecstasy.
He brought his head back down, capturing her lips, tangling his tongue with hers, while his body thrust in and out of her moist recesses. She could feel her stomach tightening. She could feel the tingling start in her core, and then radiating out through her limbs. She was close, so very close. Just a few more thrusts and she’d be there…“aahhh,” she cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, causing her entire body to tighten in pleasure.
Her legs gripped him hard, while he picked up his pace even faster, his face contorting in pleasure. He cried out, then she felt his body vibrating as he repeatedly pumped inside her. He slowed his movement, pushing gently in and out of her now satisfied core, giving them both every second of pleasure he could.
Finally, she felt the last of his shudders ripple through him, then he collapsed on top of her. She rubbed up and down his back, loving his weight pushing her into the cushions. She loved the feel of his chest brushing her still sensitive br**sts, and how his skin glistened with a slight sheen of sweat. She loved just about everything about the man who just gave her such intense pleasure.
He finally shifted, moving to a sitting position. She laid there, not knowing what she should do. Should she run for her room? He wasn’t saying anything, and that scared her. She became very conscious that she was lying completely naked. She jumped from the couch and made a beeline for the bathroom.
As she cleaned herself up she started to get angry. How dare he make her feel self-conscious after loving her like that. She’d been a willing participant; it wasn’t like she was going to be some simpering girl, now. Was he worried she’d start chasing him all over the place? She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, scared to face him when she didn’t know what was happening. Finally, she was tired and cold, so she wrapped herself in a large towel and crept back out. He wasn’t in the living room and his bedroom door was shut.