She laughs. “Better than a view of downtown Zodiac Hills.”
“True.” Lowering my head, I move her hair out of the way and kiss the side of her neck. I hear her little moan again, and I know I’m on the right track.
“This okay?” I kiss it again.
“Yes.” She tilts her head away from me. “Your beard tickles.” I kiss her once more, then give her a little bite. My hands begin their own adventure. One moves down to her hip, the other up until it’s below her breast.
“How about now? This okay?”
In a husky voice that I like very much, Lou says, “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. Okay? You don’t have to keep asking. Deal?”
“Deal.”
And with that, my left hand moves up until I’m cupping her breast. I feel her nipple beneath her top and bra, giving it a gentle pinch. “Shit,” Lou says, arching her back. “Yes.”
Stepping back, I look down at her ass. I’ve fantasized about it. In bed. In the shower. An ass like Lou’s is what dreams are made of. I place my hands on either side of her hips and I run them up and down. Her curves feel amazing. I see the button and zipper at her back. I flick open the button and begin dragging down the zipper. The room is silent except for the noise the zipper makes and, I’ve got to say, it’s erotic as hell. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
Lou helps once the skirt is open. It falls to the ground. I watch her step out and turn to face me. “What about yours?” She peers down at my dress pants. My erection is obvious. I make quick work of mine. Picking them up, I throw them over the arm of the side chair.
As I’m doing that, Lou reaches down and grasps the bottom edge of her top and slowly lifts it, revealing a basic cotton bra. It’s white. The same color as her panties. Not to brag, but I’ve had my share of bedpartners and never have I seen one in a white cotton bra and underwear. With that said, I’ve got to admit, none of them have ever looked quite as beautiful. Reaching out, I place my hands around her waist and pull her to me. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She snorts at my comment, which I choose to ignore. For now. “You are.” My hands move up and back and over her stomach. Sure, it’s not as flat as some others I’ve seen, but I happen to be a man who loves the softness of a woman. They were meant to look like Velma Lou Hamlin. Just look at art history. I took an art history class in college and the women in the textbook always looked like Lou.
Reaching behind her, I make quick work of her bra clasp. Once it’s loosened, the straps fall from her shoulders to her upper arms. I’m tempted to ask if it’s all right if I remove it, but she said she’d tell me. I trust she will.
Tossing the bra aside, I spend a moment looking. Just looking. Her breasts are the perfect size. While they aren’t perky, they are that wonderful teardrop shape. Her nipples are hard, erect, and asking for my mouth. I can’t let them down.
Bending at the waist, I take her left nipple into my mouth and that’s when I feel her hands touch my head. She presses in closer and mutters, “God. Yes.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer and move until the backs of my legs hit the bed. I sit, making her tits at my eye level. Using my hands, I cup them both and press them as close together as I can without hurting her. I lick and suckle them and bite a little too.
“Chase.” She sounds breathless. “I want….”
“What? What do you want?”
“More.”
Is there a better word than that? No.
I pull her closer until she’s forced to climb onto my lap. She’s straddling me and I’m in fucking heaven. My dick is ecstatic. When she presses onto me, I moan. My hand finds its way into the back of her panties, and I get a handful of the best ass I’ve ever seen. Squeezing a little, I kiss her. It’s a frantic kiss full of desire and of what’s to come.
Both of us, hopefully.
When I bring my hand to the front and dip my finger beneath the lower edge of her underwear, I moan at the feel of her moist heat. “So fucking wet.”
“I know.” She sounds breathy and sexy. “I need more, Chase.”
Pushing her off my lap until she stands before me, I slip my fingers into the waistband of those white panties, and I tug them down. At her knees, they fall to the ground. As she steps aside, I stand and rid myself of my boxer briefs.
“Wow.” I smirk at her remark.
Sitting back down, I take her hand and pull her until we’re right back where we started.
“Are you going to take off the jacket and shirt?” She laughs.
“Right.” But before I do, I reach into the inside breast pocket and pull out a box of condoms. Holding them up, I wiggle the box back and forth.
“You thought of everything,” she says as she leans in to kiss me. A sweet little kiss. She slides her hands beneath the lapels of my jacket and pushes it off, past my shoulders. I make quick work of my dress shirt and toss everything onto the floor. Her hands slide over my shoulders to my pecs. I close my eyes as she skims her fingers over my nipples. It feels fucking amazing.
