herself on his hand.
Her
breathing became hitched and she wrapped her arms around him. Her
body was vigorously using his hand to press against. When she
stopped, her whole body shook.
He
caught her before she fell. He studied her face. She was red and once
her eyes focused, she looked embarrassed.
"Don't,"
he said. "Don't ever feel ashamed of your body's response. It's
natural, it's beautiful. And it's sexy as hell."
His
cock felt as if it were in a vise.
He
moved her to the bed. She had a double in here to his single.
Perfect.
He
rested his forehead against hers. "Can I take your pants off?"
She
lifted her hands, but they trembled. "I can't- I don't-, not
..." She looked away from him.
"If
it helps, mine will stay on."
"W-wh-what
will you d-d-do?" She had gone back to being so tense, her teeth
were chattering and her legs were shaking.
"Touch
you, maybe taste you. Make you come again. You're beautiful when it
happens."
"What
about you?" she asked.
"I'll
make my own way," he said. "I can stand a little delayed
gratification. If you promise to go out with me, on the weekend."
He toyed with the button on her pants, making it pop out of it's
hole. "If I'm in town. I'm having trouble remembering anything."
"All
right." She said, as he gripped her waistband and wiggled it
downward.
"All
right what?" he asked.
She
looked at the ceiling as if it would give her a sign.
He
had her pants down over her hips. She lifted her ass so he could move
them further down.
"I'll
go out with you."
He
got her pants over her legs. She wore a pair of cotton underwear.
"Exactly what I thought you'd be in."
"I
choose my underwear for comfort, not for someone else to gawk at."
He
pressed a hand between her legs, which made her next words fall from
her lips. Her underwear was wet. He was dying, but he had to move
slowly.
He
slipped a finger under the crotch and let it brush her velvet lips.
Her body took over and relaxed her legs. He wormed his finger in to
find his goal. He thought she might come off the bed when he touched
her clit. He stroked her gently there.
He
paused to remove her panties.
Fuck,
it took all his self control to keep from taking his own pants off
and sinking deep inside her. Despite her assertions that she dressed
for comfort, not sex, she had remarkably well-groomed pubic hair.
He
slipped one finger inside her body, it was so tight he groaned.
Fucking hell. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked it. He slipped it
back in and offered it to her. She shook her head. "No,
thank-you."
"Taste
yourself, Tonya. What your desire tastes like." Her tongue
darted out, lapping his finger. Desire went straight to his cock,
pulling tighter.
He
held her knees apart and settled between them. He spread her nether
lips so he could look at her beautiful clit, waiting for his
attention, begging for it. He gave it. And once she stopped fighting
him, he pushed a finger inside her, the tight walls gripping him even
tighter.
If
he was going to make love to her, he'd have to work on stretching her
first, or it might kill one of them. If this didn't kill him first.
He
flicked his tongue against her clit and she yelped. God, he hoped the
basement was far enough away from Corey's bedroom. Or that his host
had spent the money to soundproof everything.
It
took less than three minutes, before she came. He kept pushing and
she came a second time, then she panted, "Stop. Please, Chris.
Stop."
He
wanted to keep going, to give her a third right away, but he moved
away from her. He laid his head on her belly, rising and falling.
When
they had both recovered, he kissed her forehead, cheeks and finally
lips. "Thank you for letting me touch you," he said,
rolling away from her. There was no hiding his arousal. She couldn’t
stop staring at it.
"What
will you do?"
"What
guys do. Use my hand and my imagination. Unless you want to help."
She
slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. Her body remained frozen in
place.
"No,
I guess you've had enough