She slips her hands beneath the hem of my T-shirt, and I shiver as she traces her fingers up my back to my shoulder blades. Her mouth is eager, her tongue sliding against mine, her kisses hot, demanding rather than asking, which fires me up. This is what I want—I want her to realize that it’s acceptable to concentrate on her own pleasure.
I unclip her bra at the back, draw the straps down her arms, and let that drop. Then, still kissing her, I fill my palms with her breasts. The nipples are soft and velvety, and I tease the ends with my thumbs until they harden to beads, making her moan. The first time we slept together, she almost flinched when I touched her breasts, and I have a feeling her previous lovers have been too rough with her, so I made sure I was gentle; now, though, when I tug her nipples gently, she squirms against me and sinks her hands into my hair.
Moving back, I take her hand and lead her up the stairs to the bedroom. Once there, I gesture to her jeans while I unbutton mine, and we both remove them. Immediately, her hands are on the hem of my tee, and she drags it up my body and over my head before dropping it to the floor.
“Yes,” she says, her voice husky, splaying her hands on my chest. “You have such an amazing body, Marc.” She smooths her hands across my muscles, brushing her thumbs over my nipples.
“Thank you.” I know I’m nothing special, but her compliment warms me.
“Look at your arms.” She brings her hands over my shoulders and down to my biceps. “They’re so hard.”
I chuckle. “That’s ’coz I’m a fella.”
“No, I was right, you are a fine specimen.”
“Are you trying to make me blush?” I maneuver her backward, toward the bed.
“I like that you work with your hands sometimes. You’re intelligent and yet you also know how to fix a fence. It’s a perfect combination.”
“Glad I can be of service.” I push her back so she falls onto the bed. “Move up.”
She shuffles up the bed until her head is on the pillow, and I follow her on, kneeling between her legs. I hook my fingers into the elastic of her panties, draw them down her thighs, and remove them, then lean over her and look into her eyes.
“Hello,” she says.
“Hello.” I bend and kiss her. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”
“A little.” She lifts a knee and gently rubs it against my erection in the boxers.
I lie on top of her and kiss her, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, I rock my hips, stroking my erection through her folds, and she groans.
“That’s it,” I state, moving back and starting to kiss down her body. “I can’t wait any longer.” I stop to trace around her nipples with my tongue and suck them gently, then continue down, until I’m lying between her thighs. She covers her face with her hands as I push her thighs apart, exposing her to my gaze, and I bend my head and inhale her sweet, musky smell and sigh.
“Argh. Marc!”
“You smell amazing. I’m going to give you an orgasm with my mouth now. Just so you know.” I give a long, slow lick through her folds.
“Mmm…” She sighs.
Smiling, I part her with my hands, then begin to tease her with my tongue and fingers. She’s already on the way to being aroused, but within five minutes her folds are swollen and my fingers are covered with her moisture. All I’ve done is focus on licking her clit while I stroke her, but she’s sunk one hand into my hair, and her breathing has deepened as she fills the air with her sighs.
For the first time, I slide two fingers deep inside her, curve them up, find the small swelling on the front wall of her vagina, and massage it gently while I continue to lick her. She moans and rocks her hips, and I know it’s not going to be long before she comes. This time I’m going to take her all the way, but I want it to be good, so I slow the movement of my fingers and lick her slowly, sliding my tongue down through her folds before returning to circle it over her clit.
“Oh God,” she whispers, “Marc…”
“Slowly,” I murmur. “Just let it happen.” Her clit is a hard button on my tongue, and I cover it with my mouth and suck gently as I carry on stroking inside her.