“No,” she squeals.
I smile briefly, then turning, advance on her again. Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, an unconscious move, and if I’m not mistaken, an admission that she’s not unaffected by the sight of my naked chest. I work hard to keep myself in shape, not proud of my body as such, but know it wouldn’t turn many women off.
“I, er.” Again demonstrating being at a loss for the right words, I chuckle softly.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
Her expression resembles a child caught with fingers in a cookie jar. Gently, I take hold of her hands, and place them on my pecs. Her warm touch causing the small nubs of my nipples to harden.
She glances at her hands, then up at me, her mouth opening. “Oh…” she breathes.
“All yours, darlin’,” I say softly.
I step closer, she doesn’t move back. There’s only an inch between us. One hand on the small of her back, one around her head, I encourage her to me. She comes with no resistance, resting her face against my bare shoulder, enabling me to feel the warmth of her exhaled breath against my skin.
I hold her lightly, no pressure. Her hands start to explore. My cock swells even more, her innocent touches more exciting than any practised hands.
I lower the hand that’s holding her head, still she doesn’t move.Fuck, I wish I knew what she was thinking.It joins its partner on her back, and softly I start stroking. My hands sweep up, then back down, a barely there touch. Then stay on the hem of her tee.
“I want to see you.” My voice is quiet, light, almost teasing. Issuing a challenge, I’ve no idea if she’ll accept.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I want to make sure I’ve got permission.
“This doesn’t mean…”
“Shush. Doesn’t mean we’ll do anything else.”Fuck, I hope that’s where it’s leading.
She raises her arms and gives me the space to take off her tee, then her face is against my chest again as though she’s feeling awkward. I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of her naked skin beneath my hands. For a moment, I just continue my previous movements, my hands moving slowly up and back down. A shiver runs through her, her skin rippling under my touch. My hands move around her sides, and then lower. When I reach her waist, she jumps.
“Ticklish?” I laugh softly. Then tickle her again. This time she almost leaps out of my arms, batting my hands away, losing her balance slightly.
“Okay, okay.” After helping steady her, I hold out my palms. “Promise I won’t do that again.”
A stern assessing look, a moment of hesitation then,thank fuck,of her own volition she’s approaching me again.
“Stop.” My outstretched hands prevent her closing the distance.
“What?”
I nod down at her bra. “Fair’s fair. You’ve been touching my breasts.”
“Your breasts?” she sounds indignant. “You’re a man.”
I puff myself up. “What’s the difference?”
One side of her mouth turns up as she struggles to find an answer. Having none close at hand, she freezes, then hesitantly reaches around, undoes the clasp and lets her bra slide off her shoulders.
For a moment, it’s me who’s speechless. “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” I at last say reverently. Understanding I’m the first man to see them, to appreciate them. She’s not large, there’s just enough to fit in my hands, tipped with brown areolae surrounding the tight buds of her nipples. Nipples which are already protruding. My first sign that she’s aroused. I interpret the sight as permission to continue.
I trace the outline of her breasts, then lower my head and suck one of those perfect nipples into my mouth. She gasps loudly, her hands clutch at my arms.
“Tse…?”
When I go to her other nipple, her hand clasps my head, holding me to her.She likes it.I’m using my fingers on the tip I’m neglecting with my mouth, sucking and nibbling on one, while slightly pinching the other. If my cock wasn’t throbbing so badly, I could play here all day. Her little appreciative sounds, the force with which she’s holding me to her, making me groan.
“You’re beautiful,” I mouth against her, the vibration of my lips making her shiver again.
