“I’ve just discovered how nice cake is and now you’re telling me I can’t have any.”
She laughed loudly. “Cake, is it?”
“Yeah,” I whimpered, struggling to concentrate as she trailed her fingertip down my collarbone. My nipples were hard; I knew she could clearly see them through the sheer fabric of my tee shirt and almost-imaginary bra. “Black forest gateaux. Covered in… uhn… dark, rich… with… cherries on…”
She kissed me once to shut me up, then spun away and tugged me after her.
“You talk a good fight,” she said. “Sit your bum down,” she commanded me as she pushed me towards one of the chairs at her small dining table. “There. Now, I’m going to relocate safely out of range of you and… catch my breath. Wow. I’m light-headed. Wine?”
“Oh, I suppose I can make do with that.”
“You’re being remarkably dramatic,” she said as she bent to rummage in a cupboard for a bottle and two glasses.
I leaned against the backrest. “Is… is it normally this way?”
“You sound moonstruck. And no, it isn’t. This is… this is something very different for me too.”
She turned to face me and paused, staring at me for a while.
“What?” I said, suspiciously.
“Just… trying to etch this moment in my memories is all. I’ve… I spent a lot of time daydreaming about… about what it would be like to finally get you.”
“And how’s it going so far?”
“Oh, you know, alright,” she said. “The sensations, the emotions, the colours – everything … well, they’re a hell of a lot more intense than I even dared hope they’d be, for starters…”
“You do kiss… nicely,” I admitted. “Far, far nicer than any others I’ve had.”
“Mm. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Oh, I hope so,” I breathed. “I’d be awfully disappointed if after all this you were going to just tease me a bit and leave me fluttering in the wind…”
“Oh, there’s no danger of that, believe you me,” she said as she poured my wine for me. “This… Ari, love, this is all just foreplay. Slow, extended, torturous, excruciating foreplay. And I can see you enjoy it.”
“It… yeah. I guess my body’s pretty clear on that front,” I admitted, shifting on my chair.
“I love the shape of your nipples under those tops you insist on wearing. It’s borderline scandalous. I approve.”
“I’m glad you like them. You’d be the first. Guys never seemed…”
“I don’t give a fig for what anyone else thinks or thought of them,” she interrupted me. “I don’t care for any opinions but ours. They’re yours. You’re mine. And I love them. And I’m going to kiss and tongue them later until your toes curl.”
I shuddered.
“You like that idea, huh?”
“So, so much,” I quavered.
“Mm. So, if I were, for example…”
She bent forward, and my belly clenched as she slowly nuzzled against the fabric that covered my right breast.
“Charley,” I whined, writhing. “Charley, you’re killing me…”
She tugged my shirt gently upwards to expose me. She pulled the cotton of my bra aside and took my nipple between her lips. I groaned, reached out to tangle my fingers in her hair as she gently squeezed me and teased me with the tip of her tongue. She exhaled, let me go, and came up for one slow, infuriatingly kiss.
“Just so you know,” she said when she eventually could. “Just so you know, for… for research purposes… that it is killing me too. That… that was special. Oh my God I love your breasts.”
I pulled her back down to me for another kiss; she whimpered, pushed herself away hard. “Wait… just let… just…” she panted.
She threw a leg over me and lowered herself onto my lap.
“There,” she managed, with a pleased little grin. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to kiss you more. I need to touch you more.”
She nuzzled at my neck. And suddenly I wanted to feel her against me, so I raised my own hands to her; to cup the warm curves of her breasts through her cotton blouse before I began to fumble blindly at the buttons. I felt her legs quivering against me; she gasped a panting breath that became a ragged moan as her shirt fell open and I brushed her skin with my fingers. I slipped my hands around her ribs and groped blindly behind her, groaning as she nibbled along my clavicle.
“Where… the fuck… is the fucking clip…” I gasped in frustration.
“Clasp’s in front, Ari,” she laughed. “Between them. Here. I’ll do it for you…”
She reached between us, hands fiddling – and then I felt the warmth of her bare breasts against me.
“That… that’s so nice, Charley. God, you are so nice…”
She kissed slowly up from my shoulder, along the line of my chin and from there to my lips; I could taste the hot salt of tears.
“Charley… ”
“It’s OK… just… I’ve longed for this for so long. So long. Kiss me,” she begged.
She clenched her arms behind me and pulled herself against me, gyrating back and forth on my lap.
I kissed her and she moaned, then she broke away again, buried her face in my neck, and just held herself to me, breathing hard, shaking.
“You do that very well,” were the only words she said for some time. She straightened, wiped her eyes, and gave me a bright little smile. I snuck a glance down at her marvellous breasts and the disarrayed lilac bra that had restrained them. On a whim, I pulled my tee shirt off and flung it away. My own bra followed close on its heels.
“Hold still,” I whispered. “Don’t move a muscle.”
I gently took her right arm and eased the sleeve of her blouse down it. I followed with the left, leaving her arms tangled behind her in the fabric of her shirt. I smiled up at her, and nudged the straps of her bra off her shoulders.
“So that’s your game, is it?” she whispered. “Restraints. Kinky little miss. Do I need restraining?”
“I just want… unrestricted access to your breasts.”
She puffed out her chest, preened for me. “I’m very glad that you like them.”
“They’re perfect. And they’re so… oh, they’re so soft…”
I leaned forward, contorted slightly so I could gently tongue her left nipple and areola.
“Oh my God, Ari,” she breathed. “It’s so hot to watch you do that…”
I swallowed, took more of her into my mouth, tongued on and around her like I’d seen so many people do in my robber’s trove of recently-bookmarked reference videos.
She groaned, squirmed against me. “That’s… Ari, that’s doing everything it needs to. Oh… oh my God…”
Her legs spasmed on me, she whimpered.
“Like that?” I mumbled around her.
“Do the other side now,” she demanded. “Even me out or I’m going to spend the rest of my life… walking lopsided… oh… oh wow…”
She fought her way free of blouse and bra, then dug her nails into my shoulders.
I felt her body trembling.
“Ari,” she moaned. “Ari, you are quite possibly going to make me come from that alone. It’s… amazing. It’s… uhn…”
I nibbled gently, she arched against me.
“Use your fingers… on my other…” she moaned. “Don’t change… anything… that’s…”
She began to shift her hips in small circles, grinding almost painfully over and along my thighs. I started to flick her with my tongue, my hot breaths coming short and fast as my own need ramped up to maddening levels. She clutched at me, high-pitched little breathy moans escaping her as she shivered and shuddered against me.
“Ari… love… that’s magic… don’t stop…”
She fumbled for the nape of my neck, pulled me harder against her; it was difficult to breathe but I didn’t care, I was too consumed with the taste and feel of my Charley to even think of breaking away.
She began to moan, low in her throat. I felt her hips buck.
“Ari…” she panted. “Ari, I’m really close. I’m really close now. Touch my pussy, Ari, just… just brush along it…”
Heart hammering madly, I did what she wanted, working my left hand fingers down past the hem of her skirt to the damp heat of her crotch as her thighs quivered against me.
The thin lace of her underwear was soaked; she let out a strange grunting gasp as I fumbled at her, then clenched her legs tightly and arched against me as I scrabbled the fabric clear of her and pawed awkwardly at her hot, sticky, soaking lips and their faint downy dusting of hair.
She was hot, and tight, and perfect on my questing fingertip. I found her, pushed a bit into her, and felt her pulse on me.
“Ari…” she cried out.
She clamped herself against me as spasms began to rack her; I released her nipple, snatched a desperate breath. She fumbled at my chin, lifted my face to her, and kissed me roughly as she shuddered moaned and shook and slowly, achingly slowly, calmed.
She slumped forward against me with a low, throaty moan; her breath tickled in and out over my bare shoulder.
I pulled my fingers free of her, earning another throaty moan and full body shudder for my sins. I licked her off me and then wrapped my arms around her; clutching her to me, conscious of little but the smell of her, the taste of her that lingered on my lips, and of how special the brief, stolen moment inside her had been.
She sniffed once, shifted slightly against me.
“I love you,” she breathed into my ear.
“I love you,” I echoed her. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to get as close to her as I could.
“And I really loved that slice of cake,” I added, unable to resist the temptation to tease her.
It was quite some time before she could stop laughing for long enough to answer me.
“Come,” she managed, eventually. She lifted herself off me and, staggering slightly, took my hand. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
“To bed. I want to explore you. All my other needs are secondary now.”
She dragged me down the short passage to her room, then spun me to face her. She stood up on her toes to kiss me; I laughed softly as I felt her fumbling at the button of my jeans. “Undressing… mm… me already?”
“Gagging for you,” she growled. “Do you have any idea… how much seeing you naked always turned me on?”
“Some,” I whispered.
“Now multiply that a thousandfold now that I know I can touch you.”
She pulled my jeans down to my ankles. “Get rid of those plimsolls,” she commanded me. I pushed the first off my heel, then the second.
“And those jeans,” she demanded; I kicked them free of myself.