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groaned.
I began to caress his length with one hand, so lightly I might have been handling the most fragile thing imaginable… and with the other hand I traced my fingertips through the thatch of his curls, down to his balls, tickling, teasing, stroking, caressing them with my palm.
And all the while I smelled the beautiful hint of lavender, and tasted it on him, as I slowly moved my wet lips over his hot, velvety skin… first out, then taking him inside me… then out, then taking him further in… soaking him with my mouth. I was sucking him so lightly that his flesh and mine felt joined more by wetness than by actual skin-to-skin contact.
I switched hands, letting the other one stroke his long, thick shaft, and traced his gorgeous abs with my other fingers, then let them brush through the curls of his hair, then down to his balls, which had tightened against his body.
There was one problem.
He was so tall, and so, um, long… and I was so short… and he was standing at full attention, so to speak… that it was a little awkward to get my head into position.
Don’t get me wrong, I was totally enjoying myself. Even more than that, I was loving torturing him and hearing the moans coming out of his mouth. So I was okay for the first couple of minutes. But then the angle was a little awkward, and I was afraid to pull down more on his shaft to get it closer to my mouth…
And then he read my mind.
“Let’s go to the bed,” he suggested urgently.
I nodded, slipped him out of my mouth, gave him a little kiss on the underside of his shaft, and then let him pull me to my feet by one hand.
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He led me over to the bed. I tried to pull him down onto the sheets, but he resisted.
“What?” I asked.
In answer, he pulled one strand of my bikini top off one shoulder, then the other. I smiled, reached behind me, and untied the string and let it drop to the floor.
Then he knelt down in front of me, hooked his fingers through the bikini bottom, and pulled it over my thighs and down to the floor.
A thrill shot through me as he grasped my ass tightly in both hands, pulled me in to him, and kissed the little shaved runway of hair between my legs.
And got in a tiny flick of his tongue on something a bit more sensitive while he was at it.
Then he stood up, and I pushed him down on the bed. He grinned and pulled himself back so that he was completely on the mattress, head to foot.
I crawled over him, and while I was in that position, licked him softly from his balls, slooooowly up the shaft, and then kissed the underside of his head as it strained away from his belly.
He groaned and thrashed his head around a little.
“Can I ask you a favor?” I purred.
“Anything,” he gasped.
“Just let me know a few seconds before you’re about to come.”
He looked a little disappointed, but he nodded his head. “You got it.”
Then I switched my body so that I was kneeling beside him, with my rear end close to his head, and I took his cock in my hand and began to suck him again.
Soft, slow, wet, teasingly.
So that I could free up my hands, I lowered my body against his, feeling my soft flesh against his rock hard muscles. My legs stretched off to the side, both of them crossing his right arm and shoulder.
Then I began to trace my fingers along the muscles of his thighs, his lower abdomen, and his hips, watching his skin quiver and jump under my touch as I moved my mouth wetly over the head and first couple of inches of his shaft.
I wasn’t that experienced, and I wasn’t going to try to fit all of that in my mouth (HELL no), so I figured I would just concentrate on making things sensual.
If he wanted more, we’d talk about it on the tenth or eleventh date.
I kept stroking with my hands and sucking with my lips, running my tongue over his feverish skin, when I suddenly felt him grab my leg.
At first I thought maybe I was hurting him somehow, so I moved further away from him, shifting my legs a few more inches
I began to caress his length with one hand, so lightly I might have been handling the most fragile thing imaginable… and with the other hand I traced my fingertips through the thatch of his curls, down to his balls, tickling, teasing, stroking, caressing them with my palm.
And all the while I smelled the beautiful hint of lavender, and tasted it on him, as I slowly moved my wet lips over his hot, velvety skin… first out, then taking him inside me… then out, then taking him further in… soaking him with my mouth. I was sucking him so lightly that his flesh and mine felt joined more by wetness than by actual skin-to-skin contact.
I switched hands, letting the other one stroke his long, thick shaft, and traced his gorgeous abs with my other fingers, then let them brush through the curls of his hair, then down to his balls, which had tightened against his body.
There was one problem.
He was so tall, and so, um, long… and I was so short… and he was standing at full attention, so to speak… that it was a little awkward to get my head into position.
Don’t get me wrong, I was totally enjoying myself. Even more than that, I was loving torturing him and hearing the moans coming out of his mouth. So I was okay for the first couple of minutes. But then the angle was a little awkward, and I was afraid to pull down more on his shaft to get it closer to my mouth…
And then he read my mind.
“Let’s go to the bed,” he suggested urgently.
I nodded, slipped him out of my mouth, gave him a little kiss on the underside of his shaft, and then let him pull me to my feet by one hand.
20
He led me over to the bed. I tried to pull him down onto the sheets, but he resisted.
“What?” I asked.
In answer, he pulled one strand of my bikini top off one shoulder, then the other. I smiled, reached behind me, and untied the string and let it drop to the floor.
Then he knelt down in front of me, hooked his fingers through the bikini bottom, and pulled it over my thighs and down to the floor.
A thrill shot through me as he grasped my ass tightly in both hands, pulled me in to him, and kissed the little shaved runway of hair between my legs.
And got in a tiny flick of his tongue on something a bit more sensitive while he was at it.
Then he stood up, and I pushed him down on the bed. He grinned and pulled himself back so that he was completely on the mattress, head to foot.
I crawled over him, and while I was in that position, licked him softly from his balls, slooooowly up the shaft, and then kissed the underside of his head as it strained away from his belly.
He groaned and thrashed his head around a little.
“Can I ask you a favor?” I purred.
“Anything,” he gasped.
“Just let me know a few seconds before you’re about to come.”
He looked a little disappointed, but he nodded his head. “You got it.”
Then I switched my body so that I was kneeling beside him, with my rear end close to his head, and I took his cock in my hand and began to suck him again.
Soft, slow, wet, teasingly.
So that I could free up my hands, I lowered my body against his, feeling my soft flesh against his rock hard muscles. My legs stretched off to the side, both of them crossing his right arm and shoulder.
Then I began to trace my fingers along the muscles of his thighs, his lower abdomen, and his hips, watching his skin quiver and jump under my touch as I moved my mouth wetly over the head and first couple of inches of his shaft.
I wasn’t that experienced, and I wasn’t going to try to fit all of that in my mouth (HELL no), so I figured I would just concentrate on making things sensual.
If he wanted more, we’d talk about it on the tenth or eleventh date.
I kept stroking with my hands and sucking with my lips, running my tongue over his feverish skin, when I suddenly felt him grab my leg.
At first I thought maybe I was hurting him somehow, so I moved further away from him, shifting my legs a few more inches
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