CHAPTER 2
We excuse ourselves and head out the door. I only live three minutes from here, so we just walk. He’s been there before, but always with a little group from the office. As soon as we are well away from the restaurant I feel his arm go around my back.
I look up to him and smile and oh DAMN! I want to stop right there and kiss him, so much, but I know we should wait. But I don’t have to. Somehow, suddenly, his arms are tight around me and I’m practically crushed against his body.
And my arms are around his shoulders pulling him down as my chin goes up and my lips are slightly open and the millisecond before his are on mine takes forever and I have no idea who is moaning but I think its me but maybe its him too as our eyes close and I feel those wonderful soft lips he has thoughtfully moistened devour mine as his tongue slips into my mouth and mine greets it like an old friend and we must be kissing forever because at the end of time there are people watching us, and I almost expect them to cheer.
And when, for no good reason I can think of, the kiss finally ends, I look up at him in total shock, a single tear running down from each eye and softly breath a quavering, “OHHhhhhhhhhhhhh.” And I know he understands, because the same expression is on his face. He wraps an arm around me again, and we walk in silence to my door.
The elevator takes forever, somehow I never noticed that before, but I manage to fish my key from my purse. Now if my hand would stop shaking, I’d unlock the door.
I drop my purse and walk to the middle of the room, when I feel a touch on my shoulder. I turn and he’s right there, so close I can feel the heat from his body. Or is that from me?
We stare, and very slowly, I feel his arms close around me, enveloping me gently. I put my head on his chest, and cling to him as one hand strokes my hair and the other slides slowly up and down my back.
I hear him breathe, very softly, “Becky.” I look up and see a beautiful smile for the second before his lips softly touch mine and our eyes close. This time the kiss is soft and gentle, but every bit as passionate as the first, and I begin to feel my legs quivering, my whole body shaking.
All at once, he slides one hand down under my ass, and he lifts me in one quick motion. I lock my arms around his neck and look up to see the desire in his eyes. “Where?”
I point with my eyes, and in seconds, he lays me gently on the bed. I lie still, eyes closed, and I hear rustling as he fumbles with his clothes.
Then I feel his weight on the bed, and his lips find mine again and he wraps an arm across me, holding me, as we just kiss and kiss and kiss. His chest is pressing on mine, and I know he wants to feel my breasts, so I try to squirm under him just a bit and moan quietly, letting him know how good he feels.
One hand is in my hair again, fingers running through it now, and the other moves slowly up and down my side. I roll towards him just a little, trying to get more of our bodies in contact.
But he pushes up, just a little, and his lips start wandering over my face and ears and neck. And I feel his fingers slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt. When he pulls the blouse free of the waistband of my skirt to undo the last one, I open my eyes and smile at him.
He’s a bit out of focus, so I know my eyes are a little watery and probably shining in the dim light. Which is just how I feel. Shining. I see he’s in his underwear, white Tee and boxers.
The job done, he sits back, kneeling beside me, and very slowly folds back the sides of my shirt, exposing me, as though he’s unveiling a statue.
And one of the nicest sounds I’ve ever heard is his breath suddenly being sucked in and catching in his throat as he looks at me and bites his lip. I watch his eyes as they travel over every inch of my chest, down to my stomach.
Deliberately, I reach down to my side, undo the button, and unzip my skirt, smiling at him. When he grasps the hem I lift my hips, making it easy for him to slide it down, and soon it’s on the floor.
Now I hold my breath, watching him as he takes in my body, and the panties I selected for him this morning, not a bikini, but black, lacey, almost sheer. I know they are already a little damp, but I don’t think he should mind that. After all, it is his fault.
He peels off his T-shirt, then bends down and kisses me, just above my belly button, and I have to stifle a gasp.
Then he looks up at me, and our eyes lock as he puts both hands just above my hips and slowly slides them up my sides. They stop when his thumbs are caught in the creases of the underside of my breasts, and he bends over and kisses me again, this time a little higher.
He slides his hands under my breasts and very lightly cups them in his palms, holding me. And I realize, his hands are shaking. Really SHAKING! To reassure him, I purr, a long contented “Mmmmmmmmmmm” at the wonderful feeling of being in his hands. The broad smile on my face should help, too.
Very slowly, lightly, gently, he runs his hands all over my chest, his fingers relishing the feel of every inch of the smooth skin. I gasp as he brushes over my nipples, already so hard and swollen, and I really wish he would squeeze me harder, grasp those nipples, claim them once and for all.
But this is his time, to explore me, savor me, know me, and whatever he wants is what I want. I know I’ll have my chance, too.
His fingers tighten, and he squeezes, tentatively at first, then kneading slowly. I can only hope he enjoys it as much as I do. When his fingertips close around my nipples I gasp, then moan, and my head goes back into the pillow, eyes tightly shut.
He squeezes, then pulls, then twists, then does it all again, harder. Maybe he’s finding out what I like. Little does he know there’s not much he can do that I won’t love.
I put both my hands over his and squeeze – hard – forcing his fingers into my flesh, showing him I won’t break, but I don’t mind if he tries. He looks up at me with a smile, and suddenly leans forward, kissing me hard, tongue ramming into my mouth.
It’s as though the dam holding back the passion has broken, and he grinds his chest against my breasts and throws one leg between mine. His thigh comes to rest on my now soaked panties, and as we both squirm, it moves up and down. I lift my hips, grinding against his leg, needing to feel him touching me and needing to let him know.
When he lifts his head again his lips immediately envelop one of my aching hard nipples and he sucks it right in. His tongue grinds down hard on the tip as he takes more of my breast into his mouth. My hips are pumping and I let go a loud “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” at the sudden exquisite sensation.
One hand grasps the other breast again, now kneading and squeezing hard, and his fingertips are stretching and twisting the tip.
He moves his leg aside, and his other hand slides over my pussy, clutching and squeezing my mound over the soaking wet panties. My back is arched to his mouth and my hips are pumping against his hand as my whole body is in motion.
My feet are sliding up and down on the sheet, my legs spreading wider with each movement. I’m groaning and gasping and sighing and purring at every touch, and I hear his breathing coming harder and faster as he moans contentedly against my breast. “Oh Rob!” I sigh, “This feels so fucking good!”
With a groan he forces himself away from my breast and sits back. Once again, he looks over my body, top to bottom and back again, and I like the ragged gasps he’s making.
I know what he’s thinking, but I have other ideas, to do with the gigantic tent in his boxers. I sit up too, and smile at him, putting my hands on his shoulders and pushing gently. “Lie down, baby, it’s my turn,” I giggle, and I love the big smile as he does as told.
My eyes suddenly widen, as the motion causes his outrageously hard cock to burst out of the fly on the boxers!
And oh my! I never expected this! It’s big! Long and straight and shiny hard, the skin stretched so tight it glistens. And best of all, a large drop of pre-cum immediately forms on the tip.
I swoop down and suck it in as he jumps and shudders. Then I sit back up and let him watch as I slowly savor his taste. To add a little spice I cup my breasts and squeeze them for him as I lick my lips. I love the way he moans.
I giggle as I see he’s getting anxious now. He grasps the waistband of his boxers and slides them down below his ass. Perhaps I’ll have to torture him just a bit.
First I lean down and kiss his lips, letting the hard tips of my breasts drag over his chest. I hope my gasp tells him how good it feels. As our lips and tongues play, I run a hand down over his body, stroking him, but stopping short of the furry mat around his cock. He’s got a little bit of fur up top too, just enough to grab hold of. Mmmmmmmm.
When I lift my head I start kissing slowly down, following my hand. I can’t resist giving one of his nipples a little nip, and he gasps. And he gasps again, almost panting, as I kiss a little circle around his belly button. I’m sure he’ll get even. I lie on my stomach and run my hands down his thighs to the top of the boxers, still trapped on his legs.
Mmmmmmmmm, he catches on fast! I feel his hand running over my round ass, now next to his shoulder, as I kiss back and forth across him from hip to hip, just above his groin.
I’m making him think I’m ignoring his cock; I haven’t touched it yet. But my eyes are taking in every twitch and shudder as my face is only a few inches from it. It’s straight up, standing at attention, and I can feel my mouth getting wet with anticipation.
Already, I’m memorizing all the little bumps and veins and that delicious looking round head, now purplish red. With my lips against his body I have to look up to see the tip. That’s a good sign.
Finally I relent, turning briefly to plant another smooch on his lips, then crawling down the bed. I grasp the boxers and make short work of them, and he sighs with relief and spreads his legs.
With a giggle I slip between them and smile up at him. I give him a couple of kisses inside both thighs, loving the little shudders I feel. Then I lift my head and just breathe on the head of his cock. He moans and it twitches, almost wagging back and forth. Giggle.
I gently grasp his cock around the base, then hold it as I lick and kiss his balls. I feel his hips rock and he moans again, “Ahhhh baby, Goddd!” his legs squirming.
Then I open my hand and let his cock press against my palm as my wet tongue slowly slides up the underside, all the way to the tip. He’s gasping and groaning and I can hear him squirming against the sheet.
With a big grin I lick the tip lightly, gradually getting it glistening wet. He’s got his eyes shut, and his hands are fists now, as he makes a new sound with every touch.
I close my lips around the tip, my mouth already drooling, and his head is slippery wet as my tongue swirls and I suck him like a Popsicle. His hips start bucking and rolling and I hear his hands pounding the bed, but my eyes are closed as I enjoy the sensation of this beautiful cock in my mouth.
All at once his hands are on my head, just gently resting on my hair, but I can feel him shuddering constantly. I slip him out, planting little kisses all over his tip, then slide my lips over him again.
But this time, I don’t stop, slowly taking more and more of him, a little at a time. I slide down a bit, getting his big shaft wet, then back up, then down a little further. I only have half of him, and my mouth feels very full, lips almost stretched open. I use my tongue to paint his shaft with my spit, wanting him sloppy wet and slippery.
His hips have stopped bucking quite so badly, and he’s picked up a rhythm, which I use to time my strokes. I feel him start to hit the back of my mouth, and for a minute, I stroke up and down steadily, which seems to calm him a bit, and he lies back and begins to really enjoy it.
His eyes open and he smiles at me, his hips rolling in time with my bobbing head.
I know I love it at least as much as he does; I could keep this up all night, but my curiosity won’t let me. I grasp his shaft with my fist, and am pleased to realize that when I go all the way down, I can only keep four fingers around him, so there’s hope.
I slide all the way up his shaft, then suddenly press down hard, and am almost shocked when his head slip into my throat. Of course I gagand have to come up for air, coughing and choking. But it’s do-able!
I rest, then try twice more with the same result. I figure, one more time, and rest a little longer, then ram myself down as fast as I can, feeling the air almost being compressed in my mouth.
And suddenly, my lips are surrounded by his pubic hair, pressing hard against his body! My throat is contracting, and tears are pouring from my eyes, but I am unwilling to give up my prize, and fight the discomfort till I need a breath.
Only when I slide all the way up and am gasping, drooling, chest heaving, do I realize what all the noise was I heard somewhere in the background.
He’s sitting up, wide-eyed, staring at me, and his hands are running gently all over my head, petting me. He just keeps saying “Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby,” over and over.
In my enthusiasm I almost forgot he was at the other end of that wonderful cock, and only now do I realize the effects my efforts had on him.
He flops back down, hands thrown over his head. “Oh God, oh my God! Becky! Baby, oh baby!”
I’m really hoping that means it was good, and I ask him, “Are you ok Rob, did you like that?”
“Oh my God, oh baby, I’ve never…. Oh Becky! That was amazing!”
Now that’s what I wanted to hear! And right now I promise myself – and him – that I’m going to get way better at that! In fact, I can hardly wait to practice again! But for right now, I just smile and take him between my lips again, sliding smoothly up and down, comfortably.
Very quickly, I feel him start to shudder, and his hands are on my head, gently trying to pull me off of him. I know that means he’s close, and I have a decision to make. But then I think, “What the hell, he’s got more work to do before he gets to do anything else with this cock!”
I lift my head from his shaft and smile at him. I whisper, “Just enjoy it honey, there’s no hurry, unless you’ve got a hot date!”