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“Take me to your bedroom.”
Still breathing unsteadily, Lisa takes my hand in her own and leads me down the hall to her bedroom. As she opens the door, I barely have time to take in the king-size bed covered by a luxurious white bedspread and a handful of throw pillows before she turns and presses her body to mine. She kisses me hungrily as she tugs at my shirt. I oblige her and pull it off before turning my attention to her clothes, lifting her sweater off to reveal the swell of firm, round breasts framed by a black lace bra.
“I like this.” I trace a finger along the edge of the cup, savoring the way her breath shudders as I stroke her. I can see the peak of her nipple poking against the lace, and I brush my finger gently across the distended bud. Lisa gasps and arches forward, offering her breasts up to my touch. I reach around to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts fall into my palms. They aren’t overly large, but the weight of them feels full in my hands.
I toy with her nipples, alternately stroking and pinching them softly. “Oh god,” Lisa moans, reaching for my pants. But I’m not ready to stop exploring her body. I shift out of reach and bend my head to her breast, pulling her puckered nipple into my mouth. “Yes,” Lisa breathes. “Don’t stop.” I oblige, sucking her into my mouth as her fingers knot in my hair. I switch to the other nipple as my hand slides down and cups her sex.
“Yes,” she moans, stroking my back and my arms, sending shivers down my spine.
I leave her breast and capture her mouth with mine, tasting her sweet, full lips. As I caress her with my tongue, I drop my hands to her jeans, working the button free and sliding the zipper open. I slip my hand inside the silky fabric of her panties and feel only velvety smooth skin. My cock bucks of its own accord. She’s bare.
I’m partial to women who are bare. I find it unbearably sexy, because I can lick and suck and nuzzle without anything to inhibit my tongue. I know I should slow down, take my time exploring her body, but stroking her softly with my fingers isn’t enough. I need to see her. To have my mouth on her. I work her pants over her hips, exposing her delicate flesh. Dropping to my knees I trace my fingers over her tender folds. The moan I’m rewarded with threatens to undo me right then and there, but I have no intention of losing myself until I’ve taken her over the edge, at least once.
“So soft,” I mumble as I stroke her. Using my fingers, I gently pull her apart to fully expose her most sensitive spot, tracing my tongue lightly over the surface. She shudders. I kiss her clit softly then rise and guide her to the bed. “Lie back, Lisa.” I pull off her jeans and panties. “Spread your legs for me. Show me how wet you are.” She flattens her palms on the bed and opens her legs, rocking her hips upward to meet me. But I don’t taste her again. Not yet. I run my hand up her calves, over her thigh, lightly tracing the contours of her long, gorgeous legs. When I reach her smooth, pink center, I let my fingers wander, committing each gasp, each moan, to memory.
“Please.” Lisa arches her hips forward.
“Please what?” I tease.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” she pants. I smile to myself and bend to give her what she wants, alternately flicking her clit with my tongue and licking the length of it.
“Yes, right there.” Lisa purrs as my tongue caresses her clit. I love that she’s not afraid to tell me what she likes. That her need is as desperate as mine. She pushes her hips forward, and I take the hint, drawing her into my mouth and sucking leisurely, rhythmically, until she threads her fingers in my hair and holds me tightly to her bucking hips while she cries out.
I crawl back up her body and take her mouth in a gentle kiss.
“You’re incredibly sexy when you come,” I whisper against her lips. “I want to see that again.”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I push up off the bed and admire the vision before me. The swell of her full breasts, the tapered waist, the curve of her hips, and those long, shapely legs. She’s perfect.
“I want to see you.” She sits up and reaches for my pants.
I help her carefully work the zipper over my very swollen cock, fighting the urge to smile when she inhales sharply then reaches for it. She delicately strokes her finger over the head, smiling when it jumps.
“I like this,” she says, stroking her finger over me again, smiling when I respond.
“You like my cock?”
“I like touching it. I like the look it puts on your face.”
“I like it when you touch me, too.” I want her to grab me fully, to relieve the burn inside, but the curious smile on her face reveals the pleasure she gets from teasing me, and it's too fucking cute to spoil. “Don’t stop.”
She runs her fingers up and down my length, over and over again, exploring, and damn if I’m not harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Then she wraps her hand around me and squeezes, keeping her grip firm as she strokes me slowly. I watch my cock slide through her fingers, marveling at how soft her hands feel against my rigid flesh. When I can’t take it anymore, I guide us onto the bed, part her lips, and slip my fingers inside her.
Lisa arches her hips to meet me as I stroke her, slowly, over and over again, loving how slick she is, how tight she feels against my finger. I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking leisurely as I rub the heel of my palm over her clit while my finger pushes deeper and deeper inside, stroking her most sensitive nerves.
“Ooh,” Lisa cries, raising her hips to meet my hand. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman’s cries before, and an animalistic urge to hear it again takes over.
“Do that again,” I whisper. I dip my finger in to the hilt and caresses her, bringing forth another breathless cry of pleasure.
“Again,” I whisper, and my cock bucks in response to her cry, threatening to give from the sound of her ecstasy alone.
“Again.” I stroke softly. She clamps down on my hand and cries out as her body shatters. I still my hand, relishing the feel of her convulsing over my fingers. God, she’s magnificent.
I quickly retrieve my pants and pull a condom from my wallet, tearing into the package like a man starved. Lisa stills my hand with hers. “Let me,” she breathes.
She grabs me with her free hand and places a chaste kiss on the tip of my cock, smiling as it bucks in her grip. I groan and watch as she gently smooths the condom over my length. Then she urges me down on the bed, climbs on top, and slowly lowers herself onto my bulging cock.
