My head is buzzing like it does when I've had a few strawberry daiquiri's. My body is on fire from the inside out. If I died right now, it would be with a smile. The man is a fabulous kisser and has extremely talented fingers. And all he's done with them so far is run them through my pubic hair.
With the obstacle of my jeans and panties, he can't move any further. Not that I'm complaining about what he's doing to me, but I want more. Need more. As our kiss deepens, I hook my thumbs under the fabric and lower my clothing. Mike apparently notices because he helps me wiggle out of them after I reached behind me and tugged my sneakers off. Disrobing is difficult as hell to do while straddling a man's lap but, as any disabled person knows well, where there's a will--there's a way.
With a few moves worthy of an Olympic gold medal, I'm naked. Mike's gorgeous brown eyes are slowly roaming up and down my body. The first niggles of anxiety begin as he remains silent. Am I going to be attractive enough? I'm a little bit pudgy, have been all of my life. Is it something that will turn him off?
His gaze finally meets with mine and I hold my breath. His mouth opens then closes. He shakes his head. His hands at the small of my back nudge me closer until my breasts are brushing lightly against his chest. The contact is electrifying.
"Alyssa."
He says my name reverently as his hands start to slowly caress my back. The tender touch soothes my anxiety and I breathe easy again. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean in to kiss him, whispering, "I want you, Mike", just before our mouths meet. His hands pause on my back a moment before he slides them around my waist and along my ribs.
Running my tongue along his bottom lip, I savor the wonderful flavor of this man. It's smooth like a fine whiskey but it delivers a punch to the system. Pressing my tongue against the seam of his mouth, I gain entrance. The soft flesh of his tongue twines with mine feverishly as his hands continue up from my ribs until he's got my breasts in his hands. He squeezes them lightly and tugs on my extremely hard nipples.
I can feel the tug all the way to my toes. It's exquisite torture having Mike's hands on me. But I want my turn. Following the trail of his gorgeous chest hair, I trail my fingertips down until I can deftly undo the button on his jeans and lower the zipper carefully. I can feel his hard-on through the denim. Peeling the jeans open and moving his briefs down, my longtime fantasy comes true and I have him in my hand. And there is a lot of him. Not only is he impressively long, he's thick. I wrap my fingers lovingly around his erection.
