I as much feel him as hear him chuckling from behind me from my embarrassment as he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I was thinking of you when I was touching myself.”
If I thought my body was on fire before, it was about to tear apart at the seams now. The breath leaves my lungs as I revel in his words. I can’t help but spin around toward him in surprise and immediately wish I could take that move back as much for its desperation as for the fact my ass starts to throb immediately. He winces as he sees the pain on my face and gently reaches up, touches my face, and with a seductive smile, says, “Careful.”
He then pulls my bent leg to him up and over his own leg. He slides his hands gently under my bottom and lifts me to straddle him. The backs of my thighs rest on the tops of his, and he looks at me with his intense, dark eyes. I’m still unsure how to react and have no idea how to respond to his words. I’m stunned, and this glimmer of his reciprocation has me spinning. As he continues to look at me, he pulls my hips toward his, and I immediately feel his hard erection through his flannels. He rolls his hips up toward me to leave no question how his body is responding, and I can feel his warm breath on the side of my face and neck.
I look down, straining to see his bulge that is snug against my own cloth covered wetness but can’t see what I want to in the shadow of our bodies. He seems to know what I want and leans easily back against the wall behind him, opening up the shadow to the bright night sky. The size of his bulge makes my breath hitch, and I have to touch him. I reach slowly down, my breath coming in short ragged gasps, to the waist of his pants as he concentrates on me, hands relaxed at his sides. I’m waiting for him to stop me, but he doesn’t. He is not hiding his emotions, and the look of longing is easily read on his face. Still, he appears calm studying my every move. I pull out the waist of his pants, catching his underwear as well, and am almost surprised at how forcefully and immediately his freed cock comes thrusting upward from his pants.
I have to pull my own body further from him just to pull the waist of his pants and underwear as low as possible, wanting to see all of him. He continues to watch me as I stare at his beautiful body. He finally reaches to the rear of his hips, arching his pelvis toward me and sliding his pants and underwear down to his thighs with one smooth move.
He huskily whispers, “Touch me … now.” And I gasp loudly at his words.
I reach out to him. I’m tentative in my shyness, but when he feels my hand on him, he inhales sharply and orders, “More.” I slide my hand around the shaft of his cock, savoring the smooth veined skin and the look of my hand on him. His hands move to my hips in his arousal, and he pulls me back toward him. I stroke him, and he spits on his hand, interrupting me only long enough to wet his shaft for me. I continue stroking him, and his hands move up to my face. His fingers push into my mouth, and I instinctually suck and lick at them. He suddenly stops me, pulling my hands away from him. He reaches for my waist and pulls my tank top over my head. My already tight and hard nipples intensify at the feel of the material being pulled over them. I reach back for his cock, but he gently grabs my wrists, stopping me. He is focusing on my breasts, and I can’t help but look down at myself, feeling nervous.
I am small and self-conscious of my breasts. He senses my angst and gently urges, “Don’t be shy with me. I love your tits and have wanted to touch them and suck them for so long.”
At that, he releases my wrists and runs his hands up the sides of my waist and then around to the front and underneath them. He gently brushes his thumbs over my nipples, and I moan at his touch. He circles around each nipple, enticing me but not touching me where I want it so much. Finally, after much intense torture, he lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I can feel his tongue moving over my skin and the suction of his mouth is intense. He grazes his teeth over the sensitized nipple, sending my body into shivers.
He moves to my other breast and continues with his erotic torture until I don’t think I can stand it anymore. The heated pulsing between my legs is mounting with his every touch, and I want his hands on me and in me. But he seems intent on making me wait, and the seductive smirk on his face tells me he’s enjoying every minute of my torment. Finally, once he’s finished with my breasts, he takes both my hands in his and spits into their palms.
He looks at me without timidity. “Make me come.”
I use my hands to stroke his length, and he makes no effort at hiding his building arousal. He takes my hands, lacing the fingers together and shows me how he wants it. I oblige and continue, mesmerized by his excitement. As he nears his climax, he struggles to not let his head fall back in ecstasy. He seems intent on locking my eyes with his and fights his impulse until he finally gives in and lets go of himself. His cum is released in surges I feel on my stomach and chest more than I am able to see. I reach down and touch my wet stomach, wanting to run my hand through his seed and feel it on my fingers. He lowers his head to my neck, and I listen as his breathing slows. I continue to stroke him while his breathing returns to normal.
When we are finally relaxed against one another again, I pick up my discarded tank top and leave him for the bathroom to wash up. For the first time in the light, I can see myself covered with his semen. I wash off my stomach with the washrag and can’t help but feel the satisfaction of what I’ve done to him. As I start to pull my shirt back on, he enters. He is hanging long and still very enlarged, and I’m still very much hungry for him.
As I catch her half in and half out of her shirt, I can’t help but taunt. “Why are you putting that on?”
Her brows furrow and she looks down at herself. “My shirt?”
“Yeah… You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” I can’t help but smirk back. She immediately blushes and stares at her feet not knowing how to react. I wish she knew how sexy her shyness was to me. Every blush, every furtive glance away, every time her huge, innocent eyes widen in astonishment, I go crazy—like now. Watching the way she studied my cock and her hand on it, watching her excitement over my arousal, had pushed me over the edge. I didn’t intend to allow myself to come before her, but it became quite apparent that if I was going to take my time with her, and I had every intention of taking my time, then I would have to break suit and allow my release first—and what a release. I’ve been craving this release since the first night she stayed here, and finally, after so much time together, she’s given it to me. I wanted it to last forever.
Her inexperienced hands and hesitance made me want to push her further and further. She fed off my arousal perfectly and with very little direction knew exactly what I wanted from her. She so easily pushed me to my limit. And now, I intend to push her to her limit.
As I approach her, she is nervous with excitement and unsure what to expect. I help her back out of her partially on tank top and drop it to the floor. I then pull out a thick folded towel from the linen closet, lead her to the edge of the bathtub, and kneel on the rug in front of the tub where she stands. I ease down her pants and help her step out of them. Her underwear is simple white cotton with eyelets, nothing you’d see on a woman who wanted to be seen in her panties, but Rowan has a way of being sexy without trying or wanting to be. I kiss her smooth and flat stomach from above her navel down to the area just above her panties before gently pulling them down. I realize, even though I’ve now seen the better portion of Rowan’s body, I’ve never seen her pussy before. I’ve spent much time fantasizing, and I realize upon first sight that my dreams haven’t done reality justice. She is softly haired and has a well-groomed bikini line. She’s stunning.