“It’s okay,” she said, shifting slightly.
Taking my hand in hers, she moved my hand back to her soft skin. But rather than resting it on her stomach, where I had been, she dragged it up to her breast and hummed softly as I tenderly fondled her.
“You really like ‘em, huh?”
“Yes,” I admitted, seeing no reason to lie.
“Well, they’re all yours, to do what you want with, I mean.”
I turned her on to her back and did as I truly wanted, suckling each of her delicate nipples until she moaned in exquisite pleasure. I alternated between each breast, making sure they both got the same amount of attention, to stimulate the nipple not in my mouth at any given time with my fingers.
Stephanie loved it— I could tell by her delighted moans, not to mention the sweet smell of her arousal wafting up as her excitement grew ever stronger.
“My pussy is yours too,” she managed between moans, “all of me is, please, help me feel as good as I did last night.”
That request was clear enough. I slowly moved my mouth down between her breasts, kissing every inch of her warm skin on the way down to my final destination.
Stephanie opened her legs in welcome anticipation as I approached. The scent of her excitement only added to my anticipation.
It likely wasn’t strictly necessary. She was already plenty wet, and could no doubt take me without the added licking, but we both enjoyed it, so why not?
I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
“Fuck!” she moaned, as my tongue caressed her sweet, pink pussy.
I’d come to tell the difference between her cries of pleasure and distress. I felt I already knew her body so well even after just meeting her. Our chemistry was off the charts hot.
Settling into a good rhythm, I licked and sucked on her clit until she was crying out in orgasm, her hips lifting from the bed as she wailed.
Stephanie fell back onto the bed as I planted tender kisses on her still trembling flesh, taking things lightly, knowing that she would likely still be sensitive so soon after coming.
Kissing my way back up along her body, I made my way to her lips. Stephanie and I made out like horny teenagers. With a slight shift of her hips, she got her pussy lined up with my cock, as she gently stroked me.
“Already?” I asked.
I wasn’t in any way complaining, it was just surprising that she could recover that fast, at least to the point of being ready to fuck. She was unequivocal on the matter however, and within seconds I was inside her.
Stephanie’s breathing grew a little more rapid and labored with each thrust of my cock inside her. It wasn’t too deep. I knew I had to take it easy on her, my cock barely fitting in her tight pussy, but we got through it.
I slid in as deep as she could comfortably take me before I started to pump. Slow at first, but then with increasing urgency.
I hadn’t really fucked her yet. Not properly, like I really wanted to, but I was trying to work her up to it, even though I had no reason to think I would see her again. No logical reason, in any case.
“You’re amazing,” she moaned, as I got up to a steady moderate rhythm. “That feels so fucking good.”
No matter what the circumstances of our meeting, or what the future held, I was glad to have met her. If nothing else, we would always have the experience of last night and this morning after.
I drove into her again and again, making her cum once, then twice, before I started to feel the overwhelming pleasure drawing up in me. I tugged my cock out and Stephanie eagerly parted her lips so I could shoot my load between them.
She swallowed every last drop, and I realized I wasn’t sure what was hotter: watching her take it all or seeing some of it spill down her breasts and belly as it had the night before.
“Shit, is that the time?’ Stephanie asked suddenly, looking over at the bedside clock.
“Appears to be,” I said, laying down beside her.
“Damn it! I’m so sorry, but you have to go, and I have to get to work.”
“Oh, right, it’s Monday.”
“Yeah, and I’m going to be late.”
“Not if I can help it.”
Working together, we got Stephanie ready for work in no time. I was a bit surprised how sleek and professional she looked in her business clothes. It seemed like she could look good in almost anything, though it did make me wonder what she did.
She looked like she could be a lawyer, or some kind of executive.
If so, how old was she?
She looked young, maybe not even twenty. Then again, if Jonna was her younger sister, that didn’t seem likely.