and worked his way along my collar bone and up my neck. He brought his hands up and brushed my nipples through my thin shirt, before cupping both of my breasts in his hands. He gently squeezed my nipples, and I felt my knees weaken.
"I need to sit down." The excitement had made me feel light-headed and not very steady on my feet.
"Not yet," Moses said, taking hold of both my arms. "I've got you," he said, pulling on the elastic that held my shirt to my shoulders and sliding the shirt down to my waist. "My God, you're amazing," he said, looking at my naked breasts before bending to gently suck on them. He slid my shirt and my skirt down to the floor, and the candlelight showed the contrast between my white panties and my dark skin. "You can keep those on, but not for long," Moses said, walking me backwards toward the bed that I usually shared with my daughter.
"I feel underdressed," I said, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off, and tossing it onto the chair. The dark ink of his tattoos stretched from his shoulders to part way down his arms, and the candlelight played across his perfectly rippled abs. He looked absolutely perfect. Sliding my hands down his chest, I started to unbutton his jeans, but he put his hands on mine.
"Not yet," he said. "I want you to enjoy yourself, and if you take those off, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll have to be inside you."
"As you wish."
"No, Maria," he said, taking my face in his hands before kissing me. "It's about what you wish."
"I wish you would make love to me," I said, realizing that I had never used those words for sex before. Even though I hadn't known Moses long, though, they seemed like the right thing to say. "Make love to me, Moses."
"I'm going to make love to you until you scream my name, Maria. I'm going to make you forget that you've ever been with anyone but me."
With that, he picked me up and tossed -- literally tossed -- me onto the bed. I couldn't help but laugh, and I realized that I'd never actually laughed while in bed with a man. What a refreshing change. He laid down beside me, running his hand over my arm, my belly, my legs, avoiding my breasts and that part of me covered by my underwear. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, and I was very glad of that.
I was used to having men's eyes on me, but the way Moses looked at me was different, as if he actually liked me and not just my body. He bent and slowly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and used his finger and thumb to gently pinch the other one. The sensation made me arch my back, and I closed my eyes, content for once to simply enjoy the feeling. I could feel tingling and moisture between my legs, and I imagined, just for a second, how good it would feel when Moses finally filled me with his cock.
But it wasn't time for that yet.
Moses sat up a little and slid my panties off, leaving me completely naked. He spread my legs apart and very slowly slid one finger inside me, making me gasp. He bent and put his mouth on me, flicking at my clit with his tongue. The moan that escaped my lips was purely involuntary, not an act I had to put on for a customer. As he worked at my clit with his tongue, he slid another finger inside and then added a third. His hands were large, so I felt stretched just slightly, but it felt so good that I didn't even think of asking him to stop. I lifted my hips slightly to let him press even harder with his tongue, and as soon as he did, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building while he buried his face in my pussy.
I wasn't sure that I wanted to cum so quickly, and I started to slide my hips away from him. I have only had a few orgasms in my life, and all of them have been solo. Since I'd never been with a man of my own free will, I'd never really enjoyed sex. Not that the men could tell, of course. I had plenty of experience in faking an orgasm.
Moses lifted his head. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I want to wait until you are inside me. I don't want to cum
"I need to sit down." The excitement had made me feel light-headed and not very steady on my feet.
"Not yet," Moses said, taking hold of both my arms. "I've got you," he said, pulling on the elastic that held my shirt to my shoulders and sliding the shirt down to my waist. "My God, you're amazing," he said, looking at my naked breasts before bending to gently suck on them. He slid my shirt and my skirt down to the floor, and the candlelight showed the contrast between my white panties and my dark skin. "You can keep those on, but not for long," Moses said, walking me backwards toward the bed that I usually shared with my daughter.
"I feel underdressed," I said, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off, and tossing it onto the chair. The dark ink of his tattoos stretched from his shoulders to part way down his arms, and the candlelight played across his perfectly rippled abs. He looked absolutely perfect. Sliding my hands down his chest, I started to unbutton his jeans, but he put his hands on mine.
"Not yet," he said. "I want you to enjoy yourself, and if you take those off, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll have to be inside you."
"As you wish."
"No, Maria," he said, taking my face in his hands before kissing me. "It's about what you wish."
"I wish you would make love to me," I said, realizing that I had never used those words for sex before. Even though I hadn't known Moses long, though, they seemed like the right thing to say. "Make love to me, Moses."
"I'm going to make love to you until you scream my name, Maria. I'm going to make you forget that you've ever been with anyone but me."
With that, he picked me up and tossed -- literally tossed -- me onto the bed. I couldn't help but laugh, and I realized that I'd never actually laughed while in bed with a man. What a refreshing change. He laid down beside me, running his hand over my arm, my belly, my legs, avoiding my breasts and that part of me covered by my underwear. He didn't seem to be in any hurry, and I was very glad of that.
I was used to having men's eyes on me, but the way Moses looked at me was different, as if he actually liked me and not just my body. He bent and slowly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and used his finger and thumb to gently pinch the other one. The sensation made me arch my back, and I closed my eyes, content for once to simply enjoy the feeling. I could feel tingling and moisture between my legs, and I imagined, just for a second, how good it would feel when Moses finally filled me with his cock.
But it wasn't time for that yet.
Moses sat up a little and slid my panties off, leaving me completely naked. He spread my legs apart and very slowly slid one finger inside me, making me gasp. He bent and put his mouth on me, flicking at my clit with his tongue. The moan that escaped my lips was purely involuntary, not an act I had to put on for a customer. As he worked at my clit with his tongue, he slid another finger inside and then added a third. His hands were large, so I felt stretched just slightly, but it felt so good that I didn't even think of asking him to stop. I lifted my hips slightly to let him press even harder with his tongue, and as soon as he did, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building while he buried his face in my pussy.
I wasn't sure that I wanted to cum so quickly, and I started to slide my hips away from him. I have only had a few orgasms in my life, and all of them have been solo. Since I'd never been with a man of my own free will, I'd never really enjoyed sex. Not that the men could tell, of course. I had plenty of experience in faking an orgasm.
Moses lifted his head. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I want to wait until you are inside me. I don't want to cum
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