He peeled the jeans off her long soft legs. She snuck her finger under the band of her white panties and pushed it over her knees. He caught her toes and pulled her socks off with the rest of it.
She sat on the edge of the bed and reached in front, taking apart each button on his shirt. She slid her hands up his chest and over his strong shoulders. His shirt fell to his heels, her blouse along with it. Her nipples peaked through the thin lavender bra like two eager gumdrops, waiting to be consumed.
His hands drifted to her chest. She let out a gasp as he kneaded her soft breasts with his palms. He unclasped the pretty bra with ease and it was soon forgotten. His thumbs pressed into her nipples. She drew in a breath. He crouched down and licked her breast with fierce tenderness. He squeezed the other one with two fingers, he pinched and played, while a tingle shot down her spine.
She weaved her fingers through his hair and clutched the masses of dark curls. Her other hand reached for his belt-a little higher and she would have had it. What she found instead made her blush, a hard thick object between his legs. She abandoned her search for... whatever else she was looking for and rested her hand there instead; her hand was still for only a moment before her fingers began to rub that hard spot, feeling it stiffen, massaging it until a long groan escaped his throat-he bit her breast, and she shuddered. Oh... fuck.
He stood up, and then pushed on her shoulders with authority. "Get down," he told her.
Her knees buckled at the slight pressure of his stern hand. Her lamb eyes gazed at his tantalizing mouth, his lips, and his tongue-oh, what that tongue could do!
He placed a firm hand on her head and stepped forward. His throbbing member pressed close to her face. Her hungry gaze tore from his mouth to the hard spot her hand had been petting just a moment ago. Her lips parted, and he could feel the desire in her breath.
"Look at me," he told her. "Open your mouth."
Her jaw relaxed, and her pink tongue hung above her bottom lip, waiting. She loved that sound-his zipper unfastening. His belt buckle clicked, and then fell with a ring on the marble floor. Her panties, she knew, were no longer dry. His pants dropped to the floor. In front of her-there it was. She waited all week to see this splendid cock. Stroking herself at night at the thought-
His cock stood in a commanding way. Her tongue ever so slightly touched the knob, when he yanked her head backwards like a jolt of electricity. He hadn't told her to touch. He stepped forward with his hand gripping a tight fist-full of her long brown locks. He lifted his cock and dropped his balls in her open waiting mouth.
