CHAPTER 4
Simon might have misread the intent of the increase in pressure, or perhaps he had ideas of his own about how he wanted things to go.
As she pushed at him, he allowed himself to be pushed. He lay back on the couch and she came to him, putting herself firmly in the driver’s seat.
She had one leg on either side of him, gripping him tightly now. Her dress had been pushed up partly and she knew that his hands would be there, on her thighs, soon enough. She could wait now. She didn’t have to rush things.
Everything was going to come to her in time, she knew that now. There was excitement but also a kind of relief – this was happening, it was finally, actually happening!
She leaned down to kiss him, quickly pushing her hair back once more. She put her hands on his chest – it felt so strong, so firm – as she started to kiss him slowly, lingering, wanting to enjoy every single sensation of what was happening.
She kissed him and felt his hands on her waist. Then they moved down, slowly, to take hold of her ass. It was sticking up in the air as she leaned down, just inviting him to give it a good squeeze.
He gripped it, feeling how soft and supple it was. She came down further to him and felt herself pushing against his body. She felt the firmness, the solidity of him there below her. She also felt something else, something even more solid than the rest of him, pushing against her.
She was excited to realize that it was his cock. There had been times before when she had kissed guys and she had felt them getting carried away and had felt their erect cocks against her.
Whenever this happened before one of two things would always happen – they would pull it away, somewhat embarrassed to have been caught out like that, or they would take her touch as a signal to keep going, to try and get into her panties, and in those cases, it was always her who had to pull away from them.
This time was different, however. This time she liked feeling it against her and she knew that Simon wouldn’t pull away from her. He was a real man, he wouldn’t be embarrassed by something like this.
And besides, she thought to herself, she had him pinned down on the couch now. There was no escape even if he wanted to try and get away. She knew that he didn’t want to, however – the way his hands moved on her body, the way his mouth pressed so urgently on hers, the way she felt his hard cock against her, all of this spoke to her about how much he really wanted her.
He gripped her ass as she gently rubbed herself against the lump in his pants. His hands moved down to her thighs, at last feeling the soft skin, the toned muscles of her legs.
One hand stayed there, on her thighs, while the other one slid up her leg and moved around to her ass. At first, he held her through her panties. Then she felt the hand move around and then his fingers slipped beneath her panties and took hold of her ass.
She grabbed a bunch of his T-shirt and tugged at it, pulling it part way up. Now she could move her hands over his body. She felt the outline of his muscles. He felt as though he was in fantastic shape – she had known that he looked after himself but this was seriously impressive.
She broke the kiss and then she straightened up so that she was looking down at him. His hands were still on her. She stroked his body as they smiled at one another.
His hands moved round to her waist, taking hold of her. They moved her body. She sighed to herself as she felt his hands on the underside of her breasts. They moved further up, each hand cupping a breast. He moved his hands over them.
She felt his thumbs linger on her nipples and she knew that he had discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra now.
“Take your shirt off,” she commanded him. He took his hands away and raised himself slightly so that he could pull it off. She looked down at his body, her eyes lighting up. It looked just as good as she had thought it would from feeling it. She reached down and ran her hands over it.
She started off with a light touch and then when she got to his stomach, she paused there, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. She massaged him gently. He seemed to be enjoying it – she could feel the bulge in his pants and she was sure that it had got bigger, harder.
She pushed herself against it again.
His hands were on her body again pushing up towards her breasts once more. But she knew that he wanted more than he had before. She knew that he wanted to really feel them, really see them.
She smiled down at him as she reached up and slowly pushed one strap of her dress down.