Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

With shaking hands, Elle unlocked her front door and turned on the light in the entrance. Hanging her purse and coat, she asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

Jim slowly shook his head, desire burning in his eyes. “Maybe later,” he said. “I think we both know what I want.”

“I want it too,” Elle said, walking toward him. She took his hand and led him down the hallway to her bedroom.

The moment they stepped into her bedroom, Jim pulled her to him, and pressed his mouth down on hers. Elle couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so thoroughly kissed. Gone was the gentle nipping at her lips. That was okay, though. The last thing she wanted right now was gentle. She’d been feeling the ache of arousal between her thighs since the moment he pressed his mouth to hers in the park.

She slid her hands under the bottom of his sweater, needing to feel his skin against her bare hands. He groaned into her mouth when she stroked her hands along the firm, smooth ridges of his back. Breaking away from her mouth, he pulled the sweater over his head.

She only had a moment to truly appreciate the sculpted muscles of his chest before he reached for the hem of her sweater. She felt a moment of apprehension because she was in nowhere near the shape he was. Trying to push it from her mind, she lifted her arms and allowed him to pull the sweater over her head.

Jim immediately palmed her breasts and ran his thumbs over the tight peaks for a moment before bending down to take one into his mouth. Elle moaned at the first contact of his mouth and the rasp of his tongue against the lace.

Reaching behind her, he deftly released the clasp of her bra. He moved his mouth away from her and slid it off. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he urged her to sit on his thigh. His mouth returned to her breast, his tongue swirling across one tight bud.

Her hand instinctively moved to the back of his head, as she arched her back. His hand tightened on her hip as he moved his mouth to her other breast. She inhaled sharply, then moaned his name when he pulled the tight peak deep into his mouth.

When he finally pulled his mouth away from her breasts, she immediately missed the feeling of his mouth on her. He pressed his hand to her back, urging her to stand up between his thighs. His eyes met hers as he opened the button on her jeans, then unzipped the zipper.

He slid down her jeans and panties at the same time, and then groaned as he took her in. Pressing her further back, he stood up. Elle moved her hand to the buckle of his belt. She fumbled for a moment before she undid the belt and took it off.

Feeling bolder now, she ran her hand along the rigid length of his erection through the denim as she moved to undo the button of his jeans. She felt his hands tighten briefly on her shoulders as she lowered his zipper. When his cock immediately sprang free, her eyes widened.

She slid the jeans down his legs and waited as he stepped out of them. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his erection. When she gave it an experimental stroke, she felt him thrust against her palm. Sinking down to her knees, she swirled her tongue along the crown of his cock, then sucked as much as she was able to fit inside her mouth.

He groaned her name and threaded his fingers into her hair. She stroked him firmly with her hand, and continued to swirl her tongue around him. Reaching up she cupped his testicles with her free hand and started to gently massage them. She looked up at him and saw that his head was tilted back now.

She continued for a few minutes until she heard him say, “No more, no more. It’s going to be over before I’m even inside you.”

She slowly released him and stood up again. He immediately steered her back toward the end of the bed and said, “Lie back. I want to taste you.”

She sat down on the edge of the bed, propping herself up partially on her elbows as he knelt between her thighs. He adjusted them so they sat on his shoulders and then stared at her for a moment before he turned his head to nip at the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Continuing to tease for a few minutes, he sucked and nipped and licked her thighs until she was all but pressing her pussy into his mouth. Finally, he took mercy on her. Spreading her open with his thumbs, he used the flat of his tongue to lick her from her opening all the way up to her swollen, aching clit.

When she moaned, he began to swirl his tongue, flicking it against her. She cried out as he moved one of his

hands to thrust two fingers into her channel. He curved them slightly and slid them in and out of her rapidly as he continued to stroke his tongue against her in the same maddening rhythm.

Elle cried out with every thrust of his fingers, on the brink of orgasm. She felt the familiar tightening low in her belly as he twisted his fingers slightly to massage her inner walls. When he closed his mouth around her, sucking her clit into his mouth, she cried out in release, her hips bucking against his mouth wildly.

When he pulled back, she lay back against the bed for a moment, utterly wrecked. She panted lightly, saying, “Holy shit, you’re good at that.”

Jim grinned at her and said, “I was inspired. What can I say?” as he dug into the pockets of his discarded pants for his wallet.

Elle moved up to lie on the bed and watched him as he pulled two condoms out and laid them on the bedside table. He stretched out next to her, and pulled her to him. She reached up, pulling his mouth down to hers, nipping at his lower lip.

He groaned into her mouth and pressed his erection against her belly. He pulled back slightly and said, “I want inside you so badly right now. You don’t have any idea.”

“I think I may have an idea,” she said as she leaned over him to grab one of the condoms off the nightstand. She moved to lie in front of him and said, “Shall I?”

At his nod, Elle tore open the condom and slowly rolled it on, stroking and fondling him in the process. By the time she was done, he was breathing heavily again.

He gently pressed her shoulder back, so she lay flat on the bed. Moving between her thighs, he urged her to wrap them around his waist. She saw him reach down to adjust his erection, then felt him press forward slowly.

She could tell he was taking it slowly so he didn’t hurt her. He was really big, but she didn’t feel any pain, only the delicious sensation of being filled up.

Once he was all the way inside her, he paused, looking down at her. All she could do was press her hips forward and say, “Jim, please,” though it came out more like a breathy moan.