way.’
I grinned, feeling very free at the moment. Very bold. I tugged the black T-shirt and cardigan over my head without even unbuttoning it.
They all seem to be so different – these handsome little pigs …
I turned away from the thought and pressed my breasts into his hands when he put his palms to me. Welcoming warmth seeped into my skin – blissful. Stephen studied his hand as my heart jumped, making his hand tremble with the motion.
‘Your heart is beating so damn fast.’
‘You’re doing that to me,’ I told him, unbuttoning my jeans. I was bare underneath. And freshly shaved – my mound smooth and hairless. On purpose, for sure, because I wanted to be able to look down and see each moment of penetration. Each slide of his sheathed cock into my cunt. Whenever we got to that point – if I could ever stop drifting off into my erotic fugues.
‘I can’t imagine me doing that to you,’ he said. His hands left my breasts to push at my jeans. For one moment his hand swept over mine, so that I finally abandoned my jeans and let him push them down. He did it much slower than I would have – dragging it out so that each inch the denim dropped, the wetter I got. And the more enthralled Stephen seemed.
‘I can’t imagine you
not
doing it,’ I said, when he had my jeans around my thighs. Which were shaking, by the way. Shaking so hard I pressed them together and felt a fresh surge of arousal flood my pelvis. ‘Have you looked at you lately?’
He shook his head as if half hearing me. ‘Too busy looking at you.’
Warm fingers spanned my naked sex and the temperature change was startling. He curled one finger to my clit and pressed it – a simply easy move that had so much weight behind it in this particular moment – I gasped.
‘Kick those off, please,’ he said, sounding a little shy.
I kicked off my jeans and smiled at him, running a fingertip along his cock, my hand moving, once again, on the outside of his jeans just to torture him a little. His bare chest was smooth with just a peppering of dark hair and it clearly got attention in the working out department. I leaned in, kissing one nipple and then the other, before dragging my parted lips slowly across the expanse of his pecs.
He sighed. I liked that sound. I fucking
loved
that sound.
Stepping in close, I parted my legs a little and let him finger my outer lips, tickle at my clit, and when I tilted my hips just so, Stephen took the hint and thrust a finger into me – testing me. I passed the test – I was wet.
‘That’s for you,’ I said, squeezing my internal muscles around his thick finger.
His eyelids fluttered just a touch. He hooked his finger and pushed into me a bit deeper. When he found my G-spot, I stilled and he nudged it with the pad of his fingertip. ‘I want you,’ he said.
This was not a news flash but it was so sweet to hear.
‘And I want you.’ I unbuttoned his fly and took a moment to slide my hands down into the back of his pants, cupping that sweet ass of his. Stephen Vogel seemed to have been assembled by very generous gods.
‘Take off the pants,’ I rumbled. My voice had gotten rough and rocky with my lust. When I kissed his chest again, my hair tickled over his bare skin and he shuddered.
‘Tell me something.’
‘About what?’ I stroked the muscles along his flanks and smiled when his skin danced for me.
‘About you.’
I stared at him hard, wondering what he saw when he looked into my dark-brown eyes. When I looked into his steel-coloured gaze, I saw a man I could trust.
‘What is it with the men in this neighbourhood? You all want to chat.’ This time I pressed the flat of my palm over his heart and felt it gallop.
‘Just one thing.’ He gripped my ass and pulled me flush to him. He was toying with me now, letting me feel the impressive length of his sex. Making it ride the split of my nether lips. The denim that covered him was enough to drive any sane woman crazy.
‘My father
I grinned, feeling very free at the moment. Very bold. I tugged the black T-shirt and cardigan over my head without even unbuttoning it.
They all seem to be so different – these handsome little pigs …
I turned away from the thought and pressed my breasts into his hands when he put his palms to me. Welcoming warmth seeped into my skin – blissful. Stephen studied his hand as my heart jumped, making his hand tremble with the motion.
‘Your heart is beating so damn fast.’
‘You’re doing that to me,’ I told him, unbuttoning my jeans. I was bare underneath. And freshly shaved – my mound smooth and hairless. On purpose, for sure, because I wanted to be able to look down and see each moment of penetration. Each slide of his sheathed cock into my cunt. Whenever we got to that point – if I could ever stop drifting off into my erotic fugues.
‘I can’t imagine me doing that to you,’ he said. His hands left my breasts to push at my jeans. For one moment his hand swept over mine, so that I finally abandoned my jeans and let him push them down. He did it much slower than I would have – dragging it out so that each inch the denim dropped, the wetter I got. And the more enthralled Stephen seemed.
‘I can’t imagine you
not
doing it,’ I said, when he had my jeans around my thighs. Which were shaking, by the way. Shaking so hard I pressed them together and felt a fresh surge of arousal flood my pelvis. ‘Have you looked at you lately?’
He shook his head as if half hearing me. ‘Too busy looking at you.’
Warm fingers spanned my naked sex and the temperature change was startling. He curled one finger to my clit and pressed it – a simply easy move that had so much weight behind it in this particular moment – I gasped.
‘Kick those off, please,’ he said, sounding a little shy.
I kicked off my jeans and smiled at him, running a fingertip along his cock, my hand moving, once again, on the outside of his jeans just to torture him a little. His bare chest was smooth with just a peppering of dark hair and it clearly got attention in the working out department. I leaned in, kissing one nipple and then the other, before dragging my parted lips slowly across the expanse of his pecs.
He sighed. I liked that sound. I fucking
loved
that sound.
Stepping in close, I parted my legs a little and let him finger my outer lips, tickle at my clit, and when I tilted my hips just so, Stephen took the hint and thrust a finger into me – testing me. I passed the test – I was wet.
‘That’s for you,’ I said, squeezing my internal muscles around his thick finger.
His eyelids fluttered just a touch. He hooked his finger and pushed into me a bit deeper. When he found my G-spot, I stilled and he nudged it with the pad of his fingertip. ‘I want you,’ he said.
This was not a news flash but it was so sweet to hear.
‘And I want you.’ I unbuttoned his fly and took a moment to slide my hands down into the back of his pants, cupping that sweet ass of his. Stephen Vogel seemed to have been assembled by very generous gods.
‘Take off the pants,’ I rumbled. My voice had gotten rough and rocky with my lust. When I kissed his chest again, my hair tickled over his bare skin and he shuddered.
‘Tell me something.’
‘About what?’ I stroked the muscles along his flanks and smiled when his skin danced for me.
‘About you.’
I stared at him hard, wondering what he saw when he looked into my dark-brown eyes. When I looked into his steel-coloured gaze, I saw a man I could trust.
‘What is it with the men in this neighbourhood? You all want to chat.’ This time I pressed the flat of my palm over his heart and felt it gallop.
‘Just one thing.’ He gripped my ass and pulled me flush to him. He was toying with me now, letting me feel the impressive length of his sex. Making it ride the split of my nether lips. The denim that covered him was enough to drive any sane woman crazy.
‘My father
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