“Okay.” She flushes a pretty shade of pink as she pulls the string of her other spaghetti strap.
The filmy white top flutters down to her waist exposing her soft breasts. My dick immediately responds. Tightness spreads across my fly. Shit, she’s gorgeous. Cupping the bottom of her fuller breasts, I slide my thumbs gently across her nipples watching them peak. A little shiver moves through her, and her fingers move around her waist, pushing the rest of the fabric to the floor along with her lace thong.
“I don’t want you to rip it,” she says with a grin. “I didn’t pack enough extras.”
My voice is rough. “I won’t rip them anymore.”
“I’m not sure I like that.” She steps closer to me, looking up into my eyes. Small hands take mine and she guides them to her waist, over her flat stomach.
“Get on the bed,” I say, trying not to order.
She turns and climbs onto the old quilt covering the double bed. She does a little shake with her pretty ass before turning around to face me, still grinning.
“Tease,” I growl, my palm itching.
“You’re very overdressed.” She’s on her knees unfastening my buttons, but my hands are on her thighs, sliding up her smooth skin to the cur
ve of her lower back. This magical body…
My shirt’s open, and she leans forward to kiss my skin. It’s feather-light, and I smooth her hair back from her face. I want to fuck her, but I want to look at her first. I want to memorize every inch of her so I can watch as she changes.
Jeans open, she slides her hand down and up my straining cock, grazing her thumb over the tip. A hiss slips between my teeth. I can’t take much more of this.
“Lie back,” I say.
She drops back onto her heels before leaning all the way on her elbows. Her knees are bent, and I lightly touch her inner thigh, tracing a line to the center. Chill bumps follow in my wake, and her dark head drops back with a little moan. Pausing in the middle, I run my thumb up and down the seam of her sex, slippery wet. Her thighs jump when I find her clit and give it a slow stroke, a little circle.
“Yes,” she sighs, covering my hand with hers.
Stepping out of my jeans, I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around her legs, pulling her to me and opening her.
“I wonder if you taste sweeter,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh at my cheek.
“Oh, god,” she gasps as my kisses rise higher.
When I reach the top, I slide a long taste over her bare pussy, giving that little bud a teasing swipe.
“Yesss,” she moans long and low, and I lean forward, working my lips over her so I can give it a little suck. Her hands slap the mattress beside me and her hips jerk as she cries out. I don’t let up. I know how to make this body come hard.
“Oh god, Stuart! Oh, god!” She’s writhing and moaning. Her responses are faster, and as I circle my tongue and suck once more, she begins to shake and push as if trying to get away while at the same time gripping the sides of my hair with her fingers.
Needing to give my dick a break, I stand and position my tip at her entrance, pausing a moment to watch it pulse. She’s coming hard, and I need to be inside her. I need to feel it.
With one firm thrust, I’m balls deep in her throbbing core. I groan loudly, and she’s right with me, bucking her hips and grasping my shoulders. One arm is beside her head, bracing my weight. The other holds the side of her thigh, pulling her to me.
“Faster, Stuart, faster!” She’s gasping, and I let go, rocking my hips and slamming into her, surrendering to the pleasure blinding me, tightening my ass and snaking through my pelvis.
“Fuck,” I growl as my dick starts to pulse. My eyes close as I hold on, riding out the waves of a mind-blanking orgasm until at last the intensity eases. It starts to fade, and I’m able to find my bearings.
We’re both breathing hard, but she’s ahead of me, holding my arms as she kisses her way up my torso to my chest. Still straddling my lap, she pauses to give my nipple a teasing bite, and the sensation makes my cock twitch deep inside her.
“Shit,” I hiss, clasping her ass, pulling her close against me.
“You like that?” she whispers, pressing her lips to my skin again.
I only make a satisfied noise in response. She’s holding onto my shoulders, and I slide out, pulling her into my arms onto the bed beside me.
A few moments pass, and she traces her fingers along my forearms before pushing up and propping her lovely head on her hand. “You forgot all about my stomach.”