Our faces are already just inches apart, and he leans in and kisses me. His lips still on mine, he unbuttons my shirt, then slides his fingers across my skin until his knuckles brush against my breast. At his touch, I feel a sweet ache beginning deep inside me. When he pushes my shirt open and cups my breasts in his hands, I arch my back, wanting more contact. In response to my silent request, he shifts his hips against me, and the smooth cotton of his boxers glides across my skin.
I feel his growing erection through my panties, and the thought of him inside me turns that sweet ache into pure heat. I want to feel him, touch him, everywhere, and I know that if I don’t feel his mouth on me now, I’m going to die of frustration. Just then, he brushes his lips across my nipple, and at the same moment, gently squeezes my other nipple between his fingers. I claw at his back and sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming at how good it feels.
He spends eternal seconds teasing the peak of my breast with his lips and tongue, until my nipple feels so tight I think I can’t stand even another second. But he doesn’t stop, not for a few more moments, and then he moves his mouth to the breast his fingers had been on, and works the same exquisite magic on it. He continues this, switching breasts every so often, until I’m so unbearably aroused I can hardly even breathe.
Finally I reach down and pull his mouth back to mine, using the kiss to tell him exactly what I want. To make absolutely sure he understands, I slowly run my hands along his skin until I catch the waistband of his boxers, then I push his shorts off of his body. He does the same with my panties, dropping them on the floor at the foot of the bed. He runs his hands up the inside of my legs, stopping at the tops of my thighs, brushing the skin of my legs with his finger tips until I lift my hips, begging.
He quickly slides two fingers inside me, and the feeling is so intense I can’t help but press my legs tightly together. That doesn’t stop him from sliding his fingers in and out of my body, slowly at first, then picking up speed, adding a third finger and massaging my clit with his thumb until I can’t stand it anymore, and I cry out as wave after wave of pure pleasure rolls over me.
When I finally remember that the rest of the world exists, I look over at him laying next to me. He has his eyes closed, and is moving his hand up and down his dick. “Now what on earth gave you the idea that you had to do that yourself?” I ask as I move down the bed and lower my head to his lap. He starts to say something, but when my lips touch his cock, he just gasps. I tease the head of his dick with my lips and tongue until he wraps his hands in my hair and presses down lightly on my skull, wanting me to take all of him in my mouth.
I very gently and carefully bite him, not to hurt him, just to remind him that I do things when I want to. Then I so very slowly slide my mouth down the length of him. I move up and down him, slowly at first, then faster as he gets closer, always teasing him with my tongue, massaging his balls in my hands. A heartbeat before he comes, he clenches his hands in my hair, and I glide my mouth down him until he touches the back of my throat, just in time. When he finishes, he pulls me up until our mouths meet, and we fall asleep kissing.