for a moment while he strokes my long hair.
“I’m not going to teach you here on the couch. I want you laid out on my bed so I can see all of you. Feel all of you.” Kissing me gently, we walk out of the living room, hand in hand, up the stairs to the first bedroom on the left. I stand in the doorway while Derrick goes into his bedroom, turning on the two bedside lamps, lighting up the room in a sensual glow. He waits by the side of his king sized bed, giving me the opportunity to change my mind about giving my body to him. The decision was made downstairs. I approach him and rub my hands up and down his front, feeling sculpted muscles and abs under his shirt. Running his hands up my arms to my shoulders he pulls me in and hungrily eats at my lips. We both seem starved for the other and it’s only been minutes since our last kiss. I rub my hands greedily over his chest and can’t help but groan when I feel him rub the skin of my back. My shirt must have pulled up when I wrapped my hands around his neck.
Smoothing his hands over my ribcage and heading south, Derrick grabs my ass and gives a squeeze. I need to feel his skin next to mine, so I reach for the hem of his polo shirt and smooth my hands back up his naked torso. Yanking his shirt off, I am now face to face with the physical perfection that graces all my favorite book covers. The only difference is in real life, his nipples are pierced with small silver barbells. His jeans sit low on his hips, exposing the elastic band of his underwear. Running the backs of my hands up his abs, I gently circle those pierced nipples with my knuckles, giving each a small tug between my fingers. His breath is coming in short, fast pants and he growls low in his throat. If I continue to tease him much longer, who knows what will happen.
“Ok, I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.” Grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt, he yanks it up over my head and tosses it over his shoulder, not caring where it lands. [Running his hands back down the center of my body, caressing my collar bone, smoothing down over the curve of my breasts, he finally tickle’s my bellybutton with a single finger.] Goose bumps pop up all over my skin and my breathing comes in shallow puffs. “So soft, your skin, it feels like satin.” Wrapping both arms around my waist, and reaching up behind me, Derrick unhooks my pink bra. This causes my generous C cups to jiggle out of the confining garment as he flings it away, sending it sailing toward the floor. Derrick’s heavy breaths fan across my nipples, making them pucker up tighter. Gently lowering me down to his bed, he climbs over the top of me and hungrily gazes at my breasts. Reaching out with one finger and holding himself up with the other arm, he lightly flicks my nipple back and forth before he bows down and takes one of my buds in his mouth.
“Mmm, you taste so good, like raspberries and cream.” Licking around my areola and then sucking the whole nipple back into his mouth.
“It’s my body wash,” I whimper as he completely worships my breasts, spending a great deal of time paying homage to them. The stubble on his cheeks is rough and chafing to my soft skin. Alternating licks and sucks of his mouth to squeezes and tugs with his fingers. I think he could make me cum from breast play alone. My incessant squirming brings me in contact with his straining erection and I reach down to gently feel the outline of his hard dick through his jeans. I’m sure he’d be more comfortable if I just loosened them a little, giving him room to breathe. I grasp the button and try to open it when he stops me with a sharp nip to my sensitive bud.
“No, if you do that I won’t be able to control myself.” He says grasping my wrist gently and moving it off his pants. “Tonight I want to make you feel good and make sure you’re comfortable with me before we go any further.”
“I am comfortable, Derrick I want you to feel good, too,” I argue with him.
“I’m not going to teach you here on the couch. I want you laid out on my bed so I can see all of you. Feel all of you.” Kissing me gently, we walk out of the living room, hand in hand, up the stairs to the first bedroom on the left. I stand in the doorway while Derrick goes into his bedroom, turning on the two bedside lamps, lighting up the room in a sensual glow. He waits by the side of his king sized bed, giving me the opportunity to change my mind about giving my body to him. The decision was made downstairs. I approach him and rub my hands up and down his front, feeling sculpted muscles and abs under his shirt. Running his hands up my arms to my shoulders he pulls me in and hungrily eats at my lips. We both seem starved for the other and it’s only been minutes since our last kiss. I rub my hands greedily over his chest and can’t help but groan when I feel him rub the skin of my back. My shirt must have pulled up when I wrapped my hands around his neck.
Smoothing his hands over my ribcage and heading south, Derrick grabs my ass and gives a squeeze. I need to feel his skin next to mine, so I reach for the hem of his polo shirt and smooth my hands back up his naked torso. Yanking his shirt off, I am now face to face with the physical perfection that graces all my favorite book covers. The only difference is in real life, his nipples are pierced with small silver barbells. His jeans sit low on his hips, exposing the elastic band of his underwear. Running the backs of my hands up his abs, I gently circle those pierced nipples with my knuckles, giving each a small tug between my fingers. His breath is coming in short, fast pants and he growls low in his throat. If I continue to tease him much longer, who knows what will happen.
“Ok, I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.” Grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt, he yanks it up over my head and tosses it over his shoulder, not caring where it lands. [Running his hands back down the center of my body, caressing my collar bone, smoothing down over the curve of my breasts, he finally tickle’s my bellybutton with a single finger.] Goose bumps pop up all over my skin and my breathing comes in shallow puffs. “So soft, your skin, it feels like satin.” Wrapping both arms around my waist, and reaching up behind me, Derrick unhooks my pink bra. This causes my generous C cups to jiggle out of the confining garment as he flings it away, sending it sailing toward the floor. Derrick’s heavy breaths fan across my nipples, making them pucker up tighter. Gently lowering me down to his bed, he climbs over the top of me and hungrily gazes at my breasts. Reaching out with one finger and holding himself up with the other arm, he lightly flicks my nipple back and forth before he bows down and takes one of my buds in his mouth.
“Mmm, you taste so good, like raspberries and cream.” Licking around my areola and then sucking the whole nipple back into his mouth.
“It’s my body wash,” I whimper as he completely worships my breasts, spending a great deal of time paying homage to them. The stubble on his cheeks is rough and chafing to my soft skin. Alternating licks and sucks of his mouth to squeezes and tugs with his fingers. I think he could make me cum from breast play alone. My incessant squirming brings me in contact with his straining erection and I reach down to gently feel the outline of his hard dick through his jeans. I’m sure he’d be more comfortable if I just loosened them a little, giving him room to breathe. I grasp the button and try to open it when he stops me with a sharp nip to my sensitive bud.
“No, if you do that I won’t be able to control myself.” He says grasping my wrist gently and moving it off his pants. “Tonight I want to make you feel good and make sure you’re comfortable with me before we go any further.”
“I am comfortable, Derrick I want you to feel good, too,” I argue with him.
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