Losing You: a prequel to It's Not Over by Melissa M. Marlow Page A

to be getting.  Shaking his head he growled out, “Not there Jess.”
    This is my play time too.  Stubborn to give into him I ran my hands up over his shoulders down to his chest only to brush his nipples with the palm of my hands.
    Strain filled Paul’s face when he closed his eyes and groaned, “Are you teasing me?”
    Reaching up I nipped one of his nipples with my teeth.
    The warmth of him as he ground his hips against mine sent a thrilling shiver up my spine.  Gasping at the sensation only to have it end when he moved to lie down next to me.  He propped his head on his hand so that he can look down at me.   Hoping it’s not over, my eyes wide with wonder why he stopped.
     
     
    Paul
     
    To keep her legs parted I laid mine between hers.  The last thing I wanted her to do is change her mind, but I almost blew when she tried to take a bite out of me.  If she wanted to play I would give her what she wanted.  After tonight she won’t want anyone else for the rest of her life, she’s going to mine alone.
    The wide stare made me smile, her innocence written on every inch of her face.  How she didn’t see it on mine I have no idea, but we’re going to experience this together
    Trailing my fingers against her waist I asked, “Are you afraid to touch me?”
    Shock is the only word to explain the expression on her face.
    “NO!”
    Not the response I expected her to give me.
    “Then touch me.” 
    Really trying hard to hold back the grin spreading across my face it’s impossible she lit my whole world.  When she finally reached to touch me she placed her hand on my face.  Her finger traced my dimple as always.
    Shaking my head, even chuckling a little I took her hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing her open palm.  Taking each finger in my mouth one by one, sucking, licking, and kissing each of them.  Coming up with a way to experience this together she had to get over her fear of touching me right now.  That is something I would want her to do on a regular basis.  Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and all I wanted to do is dive deep into her, but I also wanted her to be completely comfortable with our sexuality together.  Leaning away from her, taking her hand down to me, I wrapped her fingers around me.  Her lip twitched nervously as I stroked myself with her hand.  Releasing her hand from my grip I hoped she would take over handling me.
    Her whisper came, “It’s hard and soft at the same time.”
    Moving as close as possible to let her explore my penis, I decided to explore her.  She has never been heavily endowed in the breast area, but seeing them now.  How perfectly round they are, how fare the skin on her breast is, and the way her nipple puckered there right in front of me.  Perfection is what I saw in her.  As I ran my finger against the areola she stroked her hand against me. Gently squeezing her nipple between my fingers and then rolling it, she squeezed and stroked harder.   The more pleasure she experienced the more she gave me the pleasure of her hand.  When her finger rubbed against the tip to find moisture she gasped.  Consuming her gasp I took advantage of her mouth.  If kissing her wasn’t heavenly enough her hand continued to touch, stroke, and message my membrane.  If I didn’t stop her soon it would be over before it begins.  I pulled gently away from her grasp moving down to take each breast in my mouth.  I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her.  Her protest will come eventually, but for now she let me do what I wanted.  Taking her breast in my mouth licking, sucking and nibbling, my reward her hand cupped my head against her.  After moving to the other her lips pressed to my forehead with a moan, “Oh Paul!”
    To me that’s permission to continue, which I had every intention of doing.  The end goal to have the warmth wetness of her stroking against me while screaming my name helped me to control the eagerness.  I definitely had this in the bag