and slid it off his arms. As it fell gently to the floor, I traced the planes of his abs to his belly button and below. I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of his pants until I felt the top of his pubic hair.
He didn't move as I unfastened his pants and slid them off, except to step out of them with a quiet rustle. His dick was straining at his briefs. That was a sight I had missed. I hadn't realized how much.
"Ace of spades, the stud card," I whispered in his ear, stroking the whimsical playing card design on his expensive briefs. "Soft."
"Are you insulting me?" He leaned that luscious, full stud card into my hand.
"Complimenting your taste in briefs." I slipped my finger beneath his waistband and ran it over the tip of him. "Sexy underwear for men is underrated. Now take it off."
He grinned and slipped out of them, revealing just how erect and ready he was. And how much restraint he'd been showing.
He had a fine V that ran from his hips to his groin. I stared at him. "You're beautiful." I whispered, unable to keep the awe out of my voice.
"I thought that was supposed to be my line." He took a step into me.
I put a hand to his chest to stop his advance. "Stay where you are. I'm not done looking."
He looked surprised, but he didn't move.
"You're an object of art." I fell to my knees and gently took the base of his dick in my hand. It pulsed beneath my grip. The ache between my legs grew.
He was large and well hung. If I was going to hook up, I supposed that mattered. But better yet, he respected my wishes. He let me touch him without rushing me. He made me laugh. He made me feel beautiful. He made me forget . And he made me remember .
I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his dick. Then another and another. I circled it gently with my tongue, savoring, tasting.
He rested a hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair. I had him nearly in my mouth, but the way he stroked my hair made me want to purr like a cat.
I kissed the tip of him again, slowly trailing my kisses down the shaft almost reverently. If you've had a fantastic sex life with your soul mate, and lost him, and all your sex drive with him, you might appreciate the awe I felt at finally feeling desire again. And holding a pulsing dick in my bare hands. One that was so lovely and enticingly ready. With a man behind it who was holding on and not prematurely reacting. The joy that awakening brought was indescribably erotic.
I was getting more and more turned on just touching him. I cupped the twins beneath the shaft and moved my kisses over them, giving him a hand job as I kissed the delicate piece of skin that held his balls to his groin. He moaned softly with pleasure, but he remained standing and still as I moved back up, kissing and licking his balls. Licking his dick.
I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. Shrugged it off. I wanted to touch him forever and string out the slow build. As tightly wound with desire as I was, the instant he touched me, I'd be over the edge. After so many years of celibacy, I wanted this first climax, I needed this first climax, to rock my world. I needed it to be as good as with Ruck.
I didn't mean to tease Lazer, but I couldn't expect him to restrain himself all night. I pulled away from him and got fully to my feet. Took his hand and pulled him to the edge of the bed. "Stand there."
I slid out of my panties, lay on my back on the bed with my head at his crotch, my hair tumbling over the edge of the bed, and gazed up at him. You are so beautiful . The thought echoed through my mind.
I took him in my mouth again. And reached behind him, grabbing his firm, tight ass, pulling him into me while controlling the rhythm.
His eyes were wide and dark with desire as he looked down at me as I sucked him and simulated the motion of sex. My breasts bounced and budded in the cool air, high with desire. I closed my eyes and listened to his groans, hearing him and feeling him grow closer and closer