Page 125 of Theta

"More." She crushes closer to me, fingers knotting in my hair and tugging my head back on my neck, then clasping her arms around me and hugging me to her chest.

I meet her mouth, demand her tongue; she gives it, eagerly.

She breaks again after a too-brief moment. "Feeling less nervous, now."

“Yeah?"

She nods. Kisses me, then pulls back enough to speak, lips moving on mine. "Definitely."

"So then, I could do this…" I take her mouth again, sink my tongue between her lips, growling at the soft, wet warmth of her welcoming mouth.

She whimpers in response, clutches at my head so I couldn’t break the kiss even if I wanted to. I let the kiss take over my mind, my body. Let desire pool and build, boil and press. Slide my hands over her low back, spread them wide to explore the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, and then pause at the string of her bikini top. It's a simple knot keeping it together, and I pull away from the kiss, hold her eyes, and tug on one of the string ends. Her eyes go heavy-lidded, hooded, and her mouth hangs open. I tug a little more, and then a little more, and then the knot falls apart. The weight of her breasts falling free sends them swaying as the support of the garment dissolves, and the fabric now flutters loose in the wind, strings like streamers behind her. I pull the thing off entirely, toss it to the wood plank of the deck, and set my can on it so the wind doesn't snatch it away.

And now she's topless for me, bared and beautiful. I fill my hands with the warmth and fullness of her breasts, cupping and lifting them, letting them fall with a hypnotizing bounce.

She grins at me, cupping her own breast and offering it to me. “Kiss me.”

I suckle her nipple into my mouth, my eyes locked on hers. Let go. Lick. Kiss. "Have I ever mentioned how obsessed I am with your perfect fucking tits?”

She turns her torso to drag her other nipple against my mouth. "You have. And I'm glad." She cups my head as I suckle that nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. "They're for you. They're yours, Killy."

I take my time, then. Clutch and caress, lick and suckle, kiss and squeeze, until she's panting and biting her lip.

"I need more, baby," she breathes. "I need you."

"Show me what you need," I answer.

She slides backward to stand up, reaches for my hands, and pulls me to my feet. "What I need?"

She unties my shorts, pulls them away from my unfurling erection, pushes them down until they drop to pool around my feet. Curling a fist around my cock, she strokes my length until I'm fully erect and hard as a steel beam. "I need this."

"It's yours."

She grins. "Best news I've had all day."

"Shouldn't be news. I've always belonged to you."

She strokes me slowly, grinning up at me as she watches my face as I simply stand there and enjoy the feel of her soft, small, warm hand sliding up and down my aching cock.

"I haven't even jerked off since we were together," I warn her. "I'm gonna last approximately thirty seconds."

"I know." She drops her gaze to my cock, watching her hand as she twists her grip around the head in short, shallow pumps. "Which means I'd better get to sucking, huh?"

"Story, I want—"

She covers my mouth with a palm, pulling me off the tiny postage stamp of wood planking that is the porch, feet skritching in the soft hot sand. "I know. Me too." She leans against me, lifts to kiss me, small strong hand wrapped around my cock, just holding, squeezing gently. "I want you inside me. I want to ride you. I want you above me. I want you every way there is."

I slip a hand inside her bikini bottom and find her slit, cup her sex with my hand, caress the warm, silky skin and the scratch of pubic hair.

"I wasn't planning this today," she murmurs. “Haven't had a chance to shave down there."

I scratch my fingers through the short, dense curls. "Good. I like her just like this."

"Her?" She grins, sniffs a laugh. "We’re anthropomorphizing my vagina, now?"

"Yup." I tug at the knots at her hips, loosening both sides at once, and the bottoms flutter to the sand; she kicks them deftly onto the nearest Adirondack chair with remarkably accurate aim, and then she's nude as well; I cup her bare pussy. "She’s fucking sexy."

“You don't prefer it shaved?"