I ran my tongue over it and heard her groan. Looking up quickly, I saw her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open. Her fingers gripped my shoulders—encouraging me further.
I moved to the other side, first kissing and then sucking gently on her flesh. The taste was a lot like the taste of her tongue with just a touch of salt. I gripped her nipple with my lips and teased the end with the tip of my tongue.
“Holy shit!” Mayra cried out.
I raised my head in alarm but knew immediately she wasn’t at all upset. She grabbed my face in her hands and pulled my mouth to hers. My breathing had become rather ragged, and it almost seemed like a struggle to kiss her, breathe, fondle, and actually keep my autonomic nervous system regulating my heartbeat all at the same time. It was all too much—and it was all fucking fantastic.
I kissed down her chin and her neck, smiling to myself as she arched her back when I moved farther down. I kissed the top of each mound and then took one of her nipples in my mouth again. I sucked a little harder and heard her moan my name.
“Oh…God…Matthew…”
She moved her hands from my shoulders to the back of my head, gripping my hair in her fingers and holding me to her. I took the hint and sucked hard again. She shuddered, and I moved quickly to the other nipple. I didn’t want it to get lonely.
I kissed all around it and then used my tongue to circle it. I kissed in larger, concentric circles until I was licking and sucking all around the outside. I kissed between her breasts before sliding down a little farther to kiss her stomach, which made her giggle.
I looked up at her face, not even bothering to withhold my grin. She echoed my expression as she pulled me back up to her lips, which were warm and wet. As my tongue tangled with hers, I felt her hands on my back again, sliding down to my waist and then around to my stomach. Her fingers traced a line from my navel up to the center of my chest, and I rolled more to my side to give her better access.
All of this was a lot more comfortable on my bed.
With one hand on the back of her neck, I brought her mouth back to mine. I kissed her softly as she fingered the slight grouping of hairs in the center of my chest and ran her hand farther down. She outlined my stomach muscles and then ran her finger down the thin line of hair above the button of my jeans, stopping right at the hem.
“Can I touch you?” Mayra’s lips moved to my jaw and kissed up the side. I turned my head to give her better access while I tried to figure out what she was asking.
“You are touching me,” I told her, snickering.
Mayra’s breath puffed out against my neck.
“I mean…lower,” she said. She pressed her fingertips against the skin at the base of my stomach for emphasis.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to keep myself from hyperventilating. My hips kind of rose up on their own, and I wasn’t even going to try to hide how excited my body was at the very thought. How many times had I imagined it? Mayra’s hands on me…her mouth. I’d lost count.
“Please,” I gasped, keeping my eyes screwed shut.
My hand tensed on her neck as I felt her fingers leave the bare skin of my stomach and slowly move over the top of my erection. I held my breath and tensed the muscles in my thighs as Mayra gripped me through my jeans.
A moment later, some of the pressure was relieved as she opened the top button and tugged at the zipper.
“Mayra…” I moaned.
“Too much?” she asked.
I could only shake my head.
“I want…I want you to…” I couldn’t have formed a coherent sentence if someone had told me my life depended on it. My head was swimming in a big bowl of stew, and I still couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. I was quite sure if I actually watched her with her hand on my dick, I would just come all over the place.
She started touching me through my boxers but couldn’t really get her hand inside. She pushed the fly of my jeans open and shoved both them and my boxers slightly down my hips as my cock sprang out from the cloth. She was quick about it, and I didn’t have time to think, react, or protest.
I was far beyond protesting at that point anyway.
With the tip of one finger, she circled the head and then followed the path of a vein down to the base.
“Your skin is so soft,” she said with a whisper that almost sounded reverent.
My skin burned under her touch, and I could feel sweat gathering at the base of my neck and the small of my back. I still couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes, but the feeling of her fingers on me was really quite enough as it was. Her fingers slipped around me, and she slowly stroked upwards.
“Like this?” she said softly.
I couldn’t move or respond at all. I was sure if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, and I was also pretty sure I was supposed to be able to last longer than twelve seconds.