Holding Lynn's hair again, Alan renews his caressing dance upon her throat and jaw and neck. His other hand rises to her breast and cups it firmly, massaging, squeezing, pinching. Hard and gentle—changing, reacting to Lynn's moans and clutching hands.
Without breaking their kiss, Alan slowly guides Lynn the two steps back to the wall by the leaded glass window. She revels in his body pressing her to the wall. She feels powerful and irresistible.
He slowly slides down Lynn's body, kissing every part of her as he sinks to his knees at her feet. He presses his face into her belly and runs his hands along her waist and ribs and breasts—caressing, massaging, inflaming. His chest is pressed against her pubic bone as he kisses her belly, and she presses back, hard against him, rubbing. Her hands are tangled in his hair pressing his face deeper into her belly.
"Kiss me. Lick me." She pushes Alan's head down.
Alan drops his hands from Lynn's breasts to the top of her jeans where she is wrestling with the button. She pops the button and wrenches the fly open and Alan yanks her jeans over her hips and down to her ankles, taking her lace panties with them. Stepping out of her puddled clothes, she spreads her feet and touches his cheek.
"Do it."
Alan grasps Lynn's hips and parts her lips with his nose, sliding up between them and following with his tongue as he raises his head. God, she smells beautiful, he thought. She pulls his hair, guiding him back in.
Hands drifting to Lynn's thighs, Alan caresses the outer lips of her vulva with his tongue, digging a little deeper with each pass until he is stroking both inner and outer lips on each pass, her swelling lips closing behind his flattened tongue as he passes.
Leaning back into the wall, Lynn steps a little wider and she opens more fully, exposing her inner lips and clitoral hood to Alan's eyes, not just his tongue. He presses deeper, kissing and sucking her inner lips and gently licking her clitoris. Each time he passes, he changes his trajectory or presses harder.
Kissing and licking and sucking all he can reach, Alan slips his middle finger slowly into her vagina and begins to swirl it gently around. Caught by surprise, Lynn yanks him by the hair into her groin and her knees start shaking.
Aware that Lynn is rising fast to orgasm, Alan starts to fuck her with his middle finger while sucking on her clitoris, adding internal friction to the mix. And then two fingers, filling her more.
Pressing hard on her g-spot as he strokes his fingers in and out, he slips his other hand under Lynn's shirt, squeezing her breast through her bra.
With a growl, Lynn yanks her shirt over her head and pulls her bra down to expose her breasts to Alan's hand. She puts one hand back in his hair and grasps the breast that he isn't with the other.
Alan is licking and humming into her inner lips and clitoris. He switches from stroking in and out, to curling and un-curling his fingers in a "come hither" motion sending waves crashing from her vagina to her breasts and face and throughout her body.
Continuing to suck and tease her lips and clitoris, Alan added a third finger to the stroking and curling inside and pinched her nipple hard. Lynn cries out, her vagina pulsing and clenching Alan's hand. Her shaking knees let go and trembling consumes her entire body, dampened with ecstatic sweat.
Alan catches her and lays back, gathering Lynn to his chest, so she won't have to lay on the wooden floor.
Lynn nuzzles into Alan's chest and neck, tucking her arms in, in an invitation to be held. Alan holds her close, stroking her hair and back, unclasping her bra, and wondering if he could reach one of the tablecloths to throw over them so Lynn doesn't get cold. Too far to reach. Oh well, it's pretty warm in here anyway.
They lie cuddled like that, just listening to each other breathe, for five or ten minutes. The hardness of the floor, starts to irritate Alan's back and he shifts slightly. Lynn discards her loose bra and snuggles in again, saying, "I think maybe we should move before we injure you permanently."
"I'm ok."
"I'm not sure I believe you, but we'll go with it for a few more minutes. Thanks for the 'kiss'." Alan could hear the smile in her voice.
"Anytime, friend and ally."
Lynn lifted her body a bit and undid the top button of Alan's shirt, planting a kiss at the base of his throat.
"Mmm. I like that. I like the kiss and I like the view. Are you warm enough?," he queried.
"I'm good, but maybe you're a little overheated?" Lynn smiled, undoing the next button.
"You know, I think I might be. Do you have any ideas?"
Two more buttons released. "I might." Lynn slipped the last button and his shirt fell open.
She slides her hands up Alan's chest combing through his salt and pepper hair on the way to his shoulders and leans in to kiss his neck. Slipping her hands back down to his chest, Lynn leans in to kiss Alan's nipple and then flick her tongue across it before repeating the sequence on the other side.
Alan jumps a little and turns his head to the side.
Lynn smiles. "Am I bothering you?"
"Yes. But I like it."
Lynn returns to kissing Alan's chest and licking and sucking his nipples. Alan strokes her back and hair and sides and breasts.
"You know Alan, there seems to be something hard pressing against my stomach. Do you mind if I check it out?"
Alan laughs and tweaks her nipple. "Go ahead. I have my suspicions."
Lynn lets her hands run down Alan's chest to his waistband as she comes up to a kneeling position over him. Lynn's vulva is pressing warmly and wetly against his thigh again as she unbuttons his jeans.
Unzipping his fly, Lynn peels back Alan's jeans like a banana skin. His erect penis is already peeking out above the waistband of his black trunks. Lynn lifts her head and smiles at Alan.
Kneeling up, Lynn starts to wrestle Alan's jeans down. Alan lifts his hips to make it easier.
"Wait," he says. "Let me put down a few tablecloths so nobody gets a splinter in this old floor." Lynn swings her leg from over Alan's leg and he jumps up to grab a few tablecloths.
Alan spreads all seven of them out in a stack to make a slightly more comfortable space for love-making. At least it would be splinter free. He quickly strips the last of his clothes off and is about to lay down again, when Lynn stops him.
"Just stand there on the tablecloth. You look good enough to eat."
"I hope so, you certainly were."
Lynn steps close, her belly pressing his erection back to his own stomach. Grasping his hair, she holds his head back while she kisses and bites his cheek, his jaw, his throat, his shoulder, his nipples. Releasing his hair, she runs her hands down his chest to his stomach, following them with her lips kissing and biting him as she lowers herself to her knees.
Looking briefly up up at him with a smile, she doesn't touch his penis or testicles even though he is shaking with desire. Instead, she slowly and gently kisses his pelvic bone just to the left of his erection and then down the inside of his thigh, his knee, his ankle. Changing direction, her hands slide up the outside of his legs to his hips and she kisses the pelvic bone on either side of his penis without touching where he desperately wanted her too.
Blowing gently across his erect penis, Lynn rests one hand on his hip and brings the other up between his legs to stroke his testicles. She leans a little closer and licks his shaft from base to tip, causing him to shudder.
She does it again.
And again.
