CHAPTER 3
This gave him the idea – he was still taking his lead from her, after all – and he moved his hand around to take hold of her ass – just one cheek in one hand.
It felt just as good as he had dreamed it would do when the wind had first blown up her dress and giving him just a glimpse of heaven. But now he had heaven here in his hands and he squeezed her perfect ass cheek in his hand. It had just the right amount of give to it as he pressed his fingers into it.
They were both holding each others’ ass and pushing together. He could feel her body against his cock.
With her free hand, she was stroking his body, feeling the lines of his muscles.
He thought for a moment about the fact that he was half-naked already, yet she was still fully dressed. He felt that this gave him some leeway for what he wanted to do with his hands on her body.
His fingers on her ass pulled at the material of her dress, pulling it up. She kissed him harder, encouraging him, letting him know that this was all OK and that he could do what he wanted with her.
He pushed her dress up and slipped his hand back onto her ass. He felt the material of her panties – the panties that he had received such a tantalizing glimpse of before – and he ran his hands over them, feeling the slight bumps of the pattern on them.
And he could feel her ass all the better now – the shape of it so perfect under his hand.
He stayed for a few moments toying with it and feeling it alive and supple below his hand as they continued kissing, as her hand continued stroking his body. But then he still wanted more. Her ass felt so good in his hands, yet he knew that there was more to her – a whole body that he wanted to explore.
So he pushed up, and now both of his hands were there, holding her dress and tugging at it.
She stepped back from him and he saw the knowing, wanting smile on her face for just a moment as he pulled the dress up and it went over her head.
He saw the perfect white skin of her body exposed as the dress rose up and then he dropped it to the floor, looking at her in wonder as he saw more of her than he had ever thought he would.
Time seemed to stop but then it began rushing at him even faster than before. He grabbed her body – her skin felt so soft underneath his touch – and pushed her back, kissing her.
She backed into the dining table. She reached a hand out behind her to feel what was there, and when she knew what it was she reached back with her other hand as well and pushed herself up onto the table so that she was sat there, facing him.
He pushed forward and she moved her legs so that they were on either side of him and she wrapped her legs around him. He reached down with one hand and grabbed hold of one of her thighs.
He felt the meat of it in his hand, felt the muscle move under his grip and he moved his hand down the top of her leg. The skin felt so soft and smooth to him.
His other hand was on the skin of her waist. But still, he wanted more.
He pushed his hand up further and took hold of one breast through her bra. He wanted it, yet somehow he didn’t dare just take it. Not just yet. But then she shifted herself so that their crotches were pushing at each other and he felt hers rubbing against his hard cock and it drove him crazy – or, if he had already been driven crazy it simply served to push him to a whole new level. So he moved his hand down and then slid underneath her bra.
She broke their kiss for a moment to look upward and cry out, “Oh yes!” and then she looked him in the eye and nodded at him. He pushed her bra up and saw one beautiful, perfect breast drop out into view. He looked at it for a second. He wanted to lean in and kiss it straight away, but he kept trying to tell himself to take his time and enjoy every moment of this, drag every moment out as much as he could.
One hand took hold of her ass to hold her right where he wanted her to be, against his cock, while his other hand stroked her breast with the lightest possible touch. He felt the nipple, the beautiful round center.
He was being gentle but then he wanted to feel it all and so he grabbed hold of her breast in one hand and gripped it, feeling it properly. He put his hand down and was about to lean in to kiss it, but as he put his hand down he disturbed the glass of ice cubes that Sophie had left on the side, knocking them over.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
His hand in the cold wetness of the melted ice, he reached around till he found one whole ice cube.
He picked it up. Sophie looked at it and a look of understanding passed over her face. She laughed.
He took the ice cube, brought it to his lips, and kissed it once, and then slowly – teasing her with the expectation of what was to come – he brought it down to her breast.
She let out a little gasp as the freezing cube touched her warm, soft skin.
He moved it around as he watched her face. He circled it inwards, getting closer and closer to her nipple. He could see her breathing get heavier and see the expectation growing on her face.
And then he reached her nipple. Her brows furrowed and her mouth opened and she cried out – one quick little cry – and then she started to moan softly
as he circled the ice-cube around her nipple. He saw it stiffen under his touch and he wanted it even more.
He could feel his cock straining in his shorts, throbbing, feeling ready to explode. But he knew that its time was coming. He could keep playing the games till it was time. But now it was time for one thing he had been waiting for.
He saw the melted water glistening on Sophie’s naked breast. He pulled at her bra, getting it over her head so that now both of them were exposed.
He leaned down and licked the melted water. She shivered slightly at his touch. He got to her nipple and began sucking at it. Her moaning returned, more insistent this time.
One hand stroked at her other breast and then he moved both of his hands round to pull her ass so that their crotches were pushing together once more.
He felt her hands on his back. One of them raked the nails across his back, harder and sharper than he would have expected and he hissed slightly with the pain.
`he looked up at her face and saw her smiling her naughty smile at him, the smile that told him that she was still in control.
He grabbed her face in one big hand of his and kissed her roughly. He felt her start to move her hips, bringing them in and out, in and out, pushing against his cock.
He stepped back and pulled his shorts down. His cock bounced out and he looked at the way Sophie looked at it – saw her eyes widen as she finally saw what it was that had been pushing against her.
Then he stepped closer again and kissed her throat, moving down to suck at her breasts again as she grabbed hold of his cock and began pulling at it.
He knew that he was under her control now that she had him in her hand like that.
But maybe he could get some measure of control back himself.
He began moving one of his hands down her waist. But she knew exactly what he was planning and she wanted it as well. She grabbed him by the wrist – firm, but not too hard – and guided his hand down into her panties.
He felt how wet she was down there. He hadn’t expected that. He had heard of things like this, but now he was feeling it first-hand.
“Go on, go on,” she said, breathlessly.
He pushed with his fingers and felt the outline of her pussy. Something within him – something primal that had been awakened – hungered for this.
He explored it with the tips of his fingers and found what she liked, feeling her body tense under his touch and knowing that it was what she wanted.
“Taste it, baby,” she said. He knew exactly what to do. He got down on his knees on the floor. She loomed above him. He looked up at her, seeing her breasts, seeing her gorgeous body, seeing her smile down at him.
He sighed longingly and leaned in close to her, between her legs. He could smell her and it aroused him even further.
He leaned in and kissed her through the material of her panties. He pushed the material to one side and he saw it, and it was everything that he had ever wanted, everything that his life had been leading to – it was right
here in front of him.
He paused for a moment and gasped slightly. He still couldn’t really believe that this was happening – yet there it was.
He leaned in and kissed her pussy and felt her shudder. This was enough encouragement for him, and any uncertainty he might have felt being in this wholly new situation faded as he lapped at her wet and
inviting pussy.
She leaned back on the table, moaning. One of his hands stroked one of her thighs and then moved in to push at the lips of her pussy as his tongue probed, seeking out the places that would give her the most pleasure. His other hand reached down between his legs and took hold of his cock. It was still hard and as it throbbed he felt it ready for action.
He kept licking at her pussy as he pulled at his cock till he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up and pulled her panties all the way off so that she was lying naked on the table. She sat up and looked at him, looked at his cock – and he saw that she was ready for it.
He stepped forward, suddenly feeling full of power as he knew what he was about to do.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. She reached down and took hold of his cock and as he moved closer she guided it to her pussy.
His pulse quickened as he felt the tip of his cock touch the edge of her wet pussy. This is it, he thought to himself, it’s here. Right here. And it’s all mine.
His cock slid inside her and she cried out. He grabbed hold of her ass as he started fucking her. He started slowly, marveling at the sensation of her pussy holding his cock, his cock sliding easily in her wetness.
But they both wanted more, more and he sped up. As he sped up she rocked back and forth with him as they both felt things building and building. She had her face buried in his shoulder and she bit at the flesh of his shoulder – lightly and playfully, but also to stop from crying out too much.