She let go of the last bit of doubt and smiled back at him. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“No. Thank you,” he responded, and his hands reached to cup her breasts.
His hands were warm and strong, and he held her breasts as if they were fragile, precious gifts. His eyes told her that he saw them as such.
Heavier and fuller at the bottom than at the top, no one had ever held them in this way, feeling them, learning them, seeing and appreciating them.
He too was giving her a gift. The gift of his appreciation.
His thumbs came up to touch her nipples.
She moaned, which was as close as she could get to admitting what she wanted, without letting him know how needy she was. Or how long it had been since she’d been touched by anyone—and never in this way.
He went to one knee and took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and then sucking, lightly, just enough to tease.
She rested her hands on his hard, muscular shoulders and just when she would have pulled him closer, to beg him to suck harder, he released that nipple and moved to repeat the same actions with the other.
This time, she did try to pull him closer as she threw back her head.
My God, it feels so good.She wanted more.
He stopped, and then looking up at her with those deep brown eyes, said, “You’re still wearing too many clothes.” He grinned.
She grinned back. “Not for long,” she said as she reached for her panties.
“Let me,” he said, and he began to pull them down. Snug, they resisted, but he got them over her hips with more ease than she would have, reminding her how strong he was, which only increased her desire for him.
He slid them down her legs and then said, “Step out.”
She did, and then she was standing naked, in only her red high heels.
He ran his hands around her ankles. “I think you can leave these on,” he said.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Running his hands slowly up her legs, he raised goose bumps again, until he reached her hips and grasped them. “Come here,” he said, as he pulled her to him.
“Yes,” she replied, catching her breath, as she knew what was coming next. His breath upon her bare skin, feathering across her folds, mad her hotter than she already was.
He parted her folds and leaned in, the first touch of his tongue an answer to her unspoken plea. He began licking slow, so slow she wanted to hurry him, so she pulled at his head. But he ignored the pull and continued on at his own speed and rhythm until soon she was crying out and releasing everything that had been pent up for over a year.
Licking up every drop of her pleasure, he then pulled back and smiled at her. “Delicious,” he said. “So sweet.”
He liked it? Really liked it?
It seemed as though he liked every part of her. That knowledge sank home and relaxed her even more.I’m so glad he does. But how will we do when we go further?
Everything would change once they want all the way. It always did. And not always for the better.
“How about we move this into the bedroom?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”
He scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed little, when she knew that wasn’t the case, and then he carried her into the bedroom, where he placed her gently on the bed.
“Now, you have too many clothes,” she said, smiling.
“Soon remedied,” he said, as he unbuckled his belt. He pulled up his shirt and dragged it over his head.
