He felt like an idiot. Of course she knew how it worked. She was a smart woman, and that was basic high school biology stuff. About the only way he could think of to recover was to use his own knowledge of chemistry. Either way, she met his lips halfway, and they shared a deep, warm, comforting kiss.
Her mouth opened, and he gained access to her tongue easily. They stood close, tasting and touching each other for several moments. At last, they broke the kiss and just hugged. He found himself wanting to comfort her, but how? She seemed so tough, it was unusual to see her so vulnerable.
“Would you like anything to eat?” she asked.
“Not unless you want something. I’m not really hungry for food.” He realized how that sounded as soon as it left his lips. But hey, when the truth comes out…
She smiled shyly, then simply stepped away, took his hand, and led him upstairs. Her room was utilitarian. A full-size bed, handmade quilt, two pillows, a nightstand with a decorative lamp on top and books piled on the shelf beneath. There was a desk under the window, and that was about it. The only artwork on the walls was a couple of posters of the Arizona desert. At least, one of them said “Arizona,” as if it were a travel poster. The others were just desert landscapes.
“Do you like the desert?”
“I like warm weather.”
“But Arizona gets hot. Like, a hundred and twenty degrees hot. Is that what you like?”
She smiled. “Not really. I’m just not a fan of Boston winters. If I could spend summers here and winters in Arizona or New Mexico, I’d be a happy camper.” Then she laughed. “Camping is the only way I could afford to do it.”
They stood beside the bed, and she began unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Should he help? Should he start pulling layers off her?
It didn’t much matter as it turned out. He undid his belt and let it drop to the floor, and as soon as he did, she pulled her own sweater over her head and dropped it behind her.
She had a toned body, perfectly proportional and a little on the petite side. How she managed to eat so many calories and not show it was beyond him. Most of his female friends and family members were concerned about the calorie count of everything they put in their mouths. Apparently, Dawn didn’t need to worry. Her metabolism must just take care of it all.
She slipped off her bra, and his breath caught. She was lovely. Her skin was a natural creamy tan. The freckles on her face didn’t extend to her chest, just her arms. Places the sun hit, so he’d guess she didn’t do a lot of nude sunbathing.
As he peeled off his own pants and she her jeans, all their clothes turned into a messy pile on the floor. He stepped into her space and pulled her against him, letting his hands mold to her body over her buttocks and back up to her shoulders.
Their mouths found each other automatically. He didn’t know how long they stood there kissing and fondling each other before she moved a couple of feet, leading him toward the bed. Eventually, she sat down on it and he followed her. Soon, he resumed kissing and nipping his way along her neck and shoulder.
Dawn pulled back the covers, and they scooted underneath. He loved the feel of her. She was soft and satiny. His hands couldn’t stop traveling over her every curve, every dip. He wanted to memorize all of her, as if he were blind. They kissed and nipped and licked until he couldn’t wait any longer, and then he had to find her center and taste her there.
Luca kissed his way down her torso and then pushed her legs apart, positioning himself between her knees, and when he licked her folds, she arched and gasped.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
“More than okay,” she said breathlessly.
He parted her folds and laved the small bundle of nerves, which sent her arching and moaning in reaction.
She was so responsive…so easy to make love to. She didn’t demand or try to call all the shots, as Lisa used to. In fact, no directions needed to be given at all. She writhed beneath him, occasionally gasping or cooing. It seemed as if he was doing just fine without any help.
When he knew she was sensitive to the slightest touch, he concentrated on the center of her pleasure and flicked his tongue back and forth as fast as a hummingbird’s wings could go. In seconds, she came apart. She screamed and gurgled and screamed and gasped and screamed and writhed. Her head thrashed from side to side as she climaxed over and over. He was not sure if she would ever stop, until at last, she pushed on his forehead and gasped out, “Enough…enough!”
Her chest was heaving with deep huffs and puffs. He wiped his mouth on the back of his forearm and scooted up beside her.
She gazed into his eyes, looking awestruck. “That was amazing… I’ve never…like that…before.”
“Stick with me, kid,” he said. “There’s lots more where that came from.”
She grinned. “Lie back. It’s your turn now.”
She scooted down until she was eye level with his sex and took his engorged cock in her hand. He almost jumped with his own sensitivity.
She spent a few seconds admiring him before she took him into her mouth. The warmth and suction drove him crazy. He knew it wouldn’t take much, he was already so turned on.
He let her torture him a little longer though. Knowing the kind of joy he got from watching her reaction, he wanted to let her have some of that enjoyment as well…to feel her feminine power.
Letting out his own moans of pleasure and trying not to spill his seed prematurely was a bit of a balancing act. He wanted to come so badly, but he would give her every ounce of pleasure he could before taking his own.
