and spiraled inward, making her strain to get closer in anticipation of feeling his mouth on her nipple again.
“I don’t know…I never did before,” she said breathlessly. If computer time counted then Seth had already spent more time on foreplay than a year’s encounters with James might have yielded, and she thought she might have to make some fundamental changes in her previous assumptions about things like whether she could climax just from having someone play with her breasts. “I thought we were going to bed.” She tugged at his shoulders, but he had shifted a hand to hold her leg up at his hip, so she was unable to get very far.
“We’ll get there. I just think you should be naked and incoherent with lust when we do.”
She was unable to think of a good argument against that plan. Seth dropped her leg and, with a few swift motions, had her sweatpants untied and down around her ankles, leaving Allison standing in only a sheer pink mesh and lace thong. It hid nothing, and it earned an appreciative lift of the eyebrows from Seth in the instant before he dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to the tiny triangle of fabric. He worked his lips down to the point of the vee and breathed hotly through the diaphanous silk. Allison’s legs were spread just enough that her clit and pussy were both warmed by the rush of air, and without thinking about it, she pulled one foot loose from her sweats and lifted it to Seth’s shoulder, trying to get even closer to his mouth.
It felt too good to be believed. The silk was so thin that she felt his breath keenly, the faint stubble on his chin and insistent press of his nose above where his lips were busy driving her insane.
When he stopped and swung her leg off his shoulder to get to his feet again, Allison moaned in complaint.
“This way?” Before she could answer, he grabbed her hand and pulled her after him down the hallway to the bedroom. She didn’t have time to feel relieved that she’d managed to tidy it. Seth maneuvered her to the side of the bed and turned her by the shoulders to face away from him, urging her with his hands to bend over. Allison grasped the red velvet with both hands, abandoning herself to the sensations of the fabric beneath her and Seth at her back. She felt as though every nerve ending from her waist down was alive and prickling with anticipation. She could feel his gaze like a tangible heat. His gentle, deliberate motions as he slid her panties off were enough to set Allison trembling again. She wondered if he was planning to keep his clothes on indefinitely, then stopped wondering when she felt his hands again, running from her hips down the backs of her thighs to her knees.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. His lips brushed against the back of one upper thigh, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
He stroked his hands slowly back up her legs and let his fingers come to rest in a loose frame around her sex, which was throbbing with anticipation. When he started stroking his thumbs slowly along her pussy lips, spreading the delicate folds wider, Allison did start moaning. She felt his breath before his tongue, hot and eager, warming the space between his hands. Warming her entire body. By the time he started to lick her, a long, slow exploration of each fold, each taste he encountered, she was shivering with need.
He curled his tongue around her clit once, a concentrated dose of suspenseful bliss, then went back to his torturously slow study. A few strokes later, another deliberate lick around the tight, aroused bundle of nerves, and Allison whimpered.
Seth chuckled at her distress. “I’m so torn,” he murmured against her, his lips never stopping their restless motions. “I want you so much I’m dying, here. But I really, really want to find out what you taste like when you come.”
“Decisions, decisions,” Allison muttered, arching her back even more. Her voice cracked, embarrassingly enough. She just needed to
“I don’t know…I never did before,” she said breathlessly. If computer time counted then Seth had already spent more time on foreplay than a year’s encounters with James might have yielded, and she thought she might have to make some fundamental changes in her previous assumptions about things like whether she could climax just from having someone play with her breasts. “I thought we were going to bed.” She tugged at his shoulders, but he had shifted a hand to hold her leg up at his hip, so she was unable to get very far.
“We’ll get there. I just think you should be naked and incoherent with lust when we do.”
She was unable to think of a good argument against that plan. Seth dropped her leg and, with a few swift motions, had her sweatpants untied and down around her ankles, leaving Allison standing in only a sheer pink mesh and lace thong. It hid nothing, and it earned an appreciative lift of the eyebrows from Seth in the instant before he dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to the tiny triangle of fabric. He worked his lips down to the point of the vee and breathed hotly through the diaphanous silk. Allison’s legs were spread just enough that her clit and pussy were both warmed by the rush of air, and without thinking about it, she pulled one foot loose from her sweats and lifted it to Seth’s shoulder, trying to get even closer to his mouth.
It felt too good to be believed. The silk was so thin that she felt his breath keenly, the faint stubble on his chin and insistent press of his nose above where his lips were busy driving her insane.
When he stopped and swung her leg off his shoulder to get to his feet again, Allison moaned in complaint.
“This way?” Before she could answer, he grabbed her hand and pulled her after him down the hallway to the bedroom. She didn’t have time to feel relieved that she’d managed to tidy it. Seth maneuvered her to the side of the bed and turned her by the shoulders to face away from him, urging her with his hands to bend over. Allison grasped the red velvet with both hands, abandoning herself to the sensations of the fabric beneath her and Seth at her back. She felt as though every nerve ending from her waist down was alive and prickling with anticipation. She could feel his gaze like a tangible heat. His gentle, deliberate motions as he slid her panties off were enough to set Allison trembling again. She wondered if he was planning to keep his clothes on indefinitely, then stopped wondering when she felt his hands again, running from her hips down the backs of her thighs to her knees.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. His lips brushed against the back of one upper thigh, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
He stroked his hands slowly back up her legs and let his fingers come to rest in a loose frame around her sex, which was throbbing with anticipation. When he started stroking his thumbs slowly along her pussy lips, spreading the delicate folds wider, Allison did start moaning. She felt his breath before his tongue, hot and eager, warming the space between his hands. Warming her entire body. By the time he started to lick her, a long, slow exploration of each fold, each taste he encountered, she was shivering with need.
He curled his tongue around her clit once, a concentrated dose of suspenseful bliss, then went back to his torturously slow study. A few strokes later, another deliberate lick around the tight, aroused bundle of nerves, and Allison whimpered.
Seth chuckled at her distress. “I’m so torn,” he murmured against her, his lips never stopping their restless motions. “I want you so much I’m dying, here. But I really, really want to find out what you taste like when you come.”
“Decisions, decisions,” Allison muttered, arching her back even more. Her voice cracked, embarrassingly enough. She just needed to
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