I had been nervous, but was determined not to show it. I had thought that I would have to be the aggressor. I thought you would be shy. I planned on taking it slow, but steady, gently leading you to a goal I knew we both desired. Wow, was I wrong.
That first kiss was an attack on my senses. I was almost overpowered and forced myself to respond with matching passion, lest I question my own manhood. Our lips pressed tightly together and our tongues wrestled for control. I had one hand behind your neck and the other arm looped around your waist. Your firm hands clutched the back of my shirt and pulled me closer to you. We kissed, we gasped, we moaned and groped.
How did we end up on the floor? Did we fall or did we sink? Did I collapse and pull us both down? These questions surge through my head, but are thrust aside as I roll over onto you. Pushing you down, I pull my lips from yours and kiss across your face. I moan in your ear and kiss it. I nuzzle your neck and kiss it. Wet hungry kisses on your sensitive skin. I breathe in the scent of your hair and exhale hot air against your flesh. Your hands pull at my hair and collar as mine roam your neck and shoulders. You twist your legs around mine and our clothed bodies grind together.
You sigh and gasp as I lick along your neck, back up to your face. I want to kiss you more. I want to explore your mouth and tug on your bottom lip. You eagerly return the kiss, crushing our mouths together. We kiss and grind. We moan and rock side to side. My hands roam your chest and massage your breasts through your shirt. Your hands untuck my shirt and tug it up my back. The next time we break our kiss, you pull it higher, stripping it off me and pulling it over my head. Tossing it aside, you hands return to slide up and down my bare back. Grinning, now that the stripping game has begun, I begin to kiss down your neck, my fingers already farther on the path down.
As my lips reach the base of your neck, my busy fingers pop open the top button of your shirt; then the next and the next. As I open your shirt wider, I have more delicious skin to kiss and explore. My hands work their way down as I kiss the tops of your breasts and press my face into your bra. When all the buttons are undone, I open your shirt and slide my hands over your stomach and up to cup and massage your bra-covered breasts. Tugging the cups down to reveal more of you, my lips seek out your creamy flesh and firm, pink nipples.
At that moment, you grab me and roll us over. Suddenly, I find you straddling my waist, looking down at me. You pull your shirt off and I reach up to play with your bouncing breasts, but you brush my hands away. With fiery eyes, but a playful smile, you reach behind your back and unhook your bra. Giving me a show, you shrug the straps off your shoulders, cover your swaying breasts with a forearm and hand, and peal away the bra, throwing it over near your shirt. Crossing your arms, you tease me: showing me the tops and curves of your gorgeous breasts. You know I want to touch them, and lick them, and kiss them. Finally, you slowly lean over me and move your arms away. Those amazing tits bounce and sway before my eyes. You giggle at my expression and then pounce on me. Laughing, you lean down on me and smother me with your breasts. I moan into them, squeezing them and kissing them. You sigh and stroke my hair as I lean up into you. Your smooth warm skin feels so good to the touch and I'm so hard you can feel it as you grind your hips down on me.
I wrap my arms around you and roll us over so I'm on top now. I explore your body with my mouth. I kiss your face, suck on your earlobe, lick down your neck, press my face into your gorgeous tits, and nibble on your nipples. Your legs wrap around me and I grind my cock down against your pussy. I can feel the heat through your jeans.
My hands sneak down your sides and my fingers nimbly open your belt and tug down the zipper. I rock back on my knees and look down at you lying before me. You're panting and flushed and looking up at me with glazed eyes. I reach down and grab your ankles, pulling them up, straightening your legs. Reaching back down, I grasp the waist of your jeans and pull them under your ass and up your legs. Just as I'm tugging them off your bare feet, you put a foot in my chest and push me away. Scrambling away, you giggle over your shoulder and walk into the bedroom. Holding your jeans in my hands, I smile and watch as your sexy, round ass, covered in tight, lacy, black boyshorts bounces away.
Dropping the jeans, I get to my feet and follow you into the bedroom. The sight that greets me makes my cock throb in my jeans. You're sitting on the edge of the bed with your thighs spread wide. You're leaning back on one hand and the other hand is slowly moving inside your panties. I can't believe it. You hot, sexy slut! You whimper softly as your tease your wet pussy, your eyes half-closed and your mouth open.