CHAPTER 3
She reached up with one hand and stroked his cheek, feeling the rough stubble on his face – manly stubble.
Her other hand moved as though it had a life of its own, moved around behind him, and took hold of his firm ass. As though he liked her idea, he moved his hand down from the small of her back to take hold of her ass as well, the two of them pulling towards each other so that now she could feel something stirring in his pants, hardening, stiffening. She knew what that was, what it meant.
She pulled back from the kiss. He looked down at her and one hand stroked her face, pushing her hair back from her face.
“Come on,” she said, breathlessly. She took his hand in hers and led him upstairs to her room. She saw the bed and thought of all the times when she had laid there and fantasized about something like this, thought about how it had been when she had looked at herself in the mirror earlier that very same day.
And now she had him here. And she remembered how it had felt when he had pushed up against her, the feel of his hard cock against her.
She could feel herself getting more and more turned on at the thought of it. She felt the excitement, the desire for him building inside her and she felt that she might burst if she didn’t find some way for it to manifest itself.
But then he took her in his arms again, his mouth found hers once more and she felt his tongue rush to meet hers, which even then was rushing to his.
His hands reached down to her ass. She wrapped her arms around him. He lifted her by the ass and she wrapped her legs around him. One of his hands went to the smooth skin of her thigh, stroking it gently before gripping it firmly.
The kiss intensified with him holding her, her legs gripping him tightly.
He walked her over to the bed and threw her down on it. She felt herself bounce on it, felt her breasts bounce under her top. She hoped that he had noticed it as well, but she was pretty certain that he had.
He stood over her, looking down at her hot little body. She could see that he was relishing the moment and that he was enjoying the view. She spread her legs, invitingly.
He climbed onto the bed next to her and began to kiss her again, one hand holding one of her legs at the top and the other hand slipping below her top, stroking the flat skin of her belly.
She copied what he was doing – she pushed her hand below his shirt and felt the taut muscles of his abdomen. She felt him pushing at her and was all too aware of the hardness of his cock, straining to get at her, straining to fuck her. But for now, it was still in his pants.
She began to undo his shirt and pushed it off him. Her hands moved over his body, she began to kiss the skin of his chest, tasting the slightly salty
tang of his sweat.
She felt his hand that was on her stomach push up and take hold of one of her full, ripe breasts. She felt a thrill of excitement at the sensation. No man had ever touched her like this before. And it felt so, so good to her. She never wanted it to end, wanted him to keep exploring her body, finding new territory.
His hand teased her nipple that was hardened and sensitive to his touch.
He pushed her top up, over her head, off her body, exposing her breasts, her stomach fully. He looked down at her with a look that was akin to awe. She knew that she looked good, she remembered how it had felt when she had looked at herself in the mirror. Now he was looking at her in a way that told her just how desirable she really was.
She smiled at him, a naughty little smile that told him that she knew exactly what he was going to do to her – although the truth was that this was all so new to her, so exciting.
And then his mouth was on her body, moving down her neck, kissing her shoulder and then down, down till it reached her breast. It moved over it till it got to the nipple where it began at first to lick gently and then to suck. The sensation was incredible to Anna. She stroked his head and moaned softly to herself.
His hand cupped one breast while he sucked at the other one.
She took hold of his ass in her hands, holding him close, feeling his cock pushing at her still. A part of her wanted to reach for it – put one hand in his
pants and just grab hold of it. But she told herself that she had to wait and let him lead her, guide her.
His hand moved from her breast, ran down her stomach, and then it was at the top of her shorts.
She moaned encouragingly, wanting him to know that she wanted this and that it felt good.
She felt his fingers move into her shorts. Her pussy was wet and yearning for his touch. And he did not disappoint. His fingers found her clitoris and she felt a whole new level of pleasure unlocked, felt it explode within her. She cried out, louder than any of her previous moans. Her hand moved down to his pants now. She was unable to resist what was within.
She pushed her hand into his pants and found his cock. She took hold of it. It was big, hard, and hot. She hadn’t known that it would feel quite like this. She felt it throb in her grip.
She held it for a moment and then started pushing at it.
Craig’s free hand went to his own pants and undid them, pushing them down slightly. She felt his cock burst out, freed at last. She pulled at it, again and again. She wondered to herself what it would feel like when it was inside her, how she would be able to take it all.
But her pussy was ready for it, she knew that much.
He undid the button on her shorts now and pushed at them. She lifted her legs up slightly to help him get her shorts off.
Then she lay there, filled with the knowledge that she was completely naked and that he was staring at her hot, naked body.
She spread her legs again, her pussy ready for whatever it was that he wanted to do to her next.
He knelt on the bed and looked down at her. He pushed his boxer shorts down so that his cock sprang out of them. She stared at it greedily. She wanted it. Wanted it right now.
He climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor. He took hold of her legs by the calves and pulled her towards him.
He pushed at her thighs as he moved inside of them. Then he began to kiss her thighs, kissed her belly, kissed her everywhere except where she wanted his mouth the most, working its magic.
But he was simply teasing her. She knew that she had to just be patient.
And, sure enough, soon his mouth moved between her legs. He kissed her pussy gently. She squirmed on the bed, murmuring at the sensation.
His tongue came out of his mouth, the tip of it exploring the lips of her pussy, his fingers pushing them apart so that his tongue could explore her further.
When he reached her clitoris the pleasure continued to grow. She cried out, again and again, her legs around his head, her hand stretching down to find
his head and take hold of it.
He continued licking at her pussy as she bit her lip to try and stop herself from crying out even more. One of his hands moved up her body and took hold of one of her breasts.
After he had licked at her pussy for some time he decided that it was time to change things up once again.
He climbed onto the be and knelt by her side. One of his hands was back on her breast, caressing her nipple. She turned her head and saw his cock. She took hold of it again, playing with it as his free hand moved back to her pussy.
He slid a couple of fingers into her and began fingering her, hard and fast.
She wanted to do something for him. And she knew just what he would want her to do.
She kissed the end of his cock, relishing the sensation, the taste of it. She could see the tip glistening slightly.
He was looking at her as she did this, studying what she did. She didn’t want to somehow do the wrong thing here, but it was all so new to her still and she was so overwhelmed by all of the sensations that she had experienced thus far. She knew that she could watch how he reacted to whatever it was that she did and see if he approved of what she was doing.