She nods and rolls her lips between her teeth.She looks both sheepish and very turned on.
I chuck my tie and unbuckle my belt, when she sits up and gasps, “Wait!”
My heart sinks.She’s changed her mind.Fuck.
She scoots to the very edge of the bed and grabs the waist of my pants.“I want to undress you myself,” she says, pulling at the belt, and I exhale with relief.Then she opens my zipper and pushes my pants down, and I quickly get rid of them, along with shoes and socks.Next she stands up and unbuttons my shirt, caresses my arms as the garment slides off, then tugs at my t-shirt and pulls it over my head.
I stand before her in just my boxers.She ogles me with unbridled hunger, her little pink tongue darting from her mouth, lips constantly moving, being bitten on or rolled between her teeth.There’s always so much going on with Billie’s face; it’s one of my favorite things about her.
I remain still and let her take me in.She brushes her fingertips over my cheeks and my lips, then moves down to my neck, arms, and chest.She circles my nipples, moves to my abs, and finally hooks her fingers on the elastic band of my underwear.Then she stops.
Her chest heaves.She seems torn.
“Billie?”
“I’ve ...I’ve never been with anyone other than Doug,” she whispers.
“Oh, baby.”I hug her, my heart squeezing.“That’s okay.We don’t have to do this.”
“I really want to,” she mumbles into my chest, her arms tightening around me.“I just ...I don’t have the experience you must’ve had.”
I chuckle.“I’m an organic-chemistry nerd.How much experience do you think I’ve had?”
“More than one person?”
“Well, okay, yeah, more than one person.But not like hordes of girls, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“How?”She stares up at me.“You’re so hot!”
I smile.“Thank you; I’m glad you think so.But you’re super hot yourself.And in any case, it’s all instinct.And connection.”I pull her closer.“And we’ve got plenty of connection.”
She nods into my pecs as I stroke her hair.This shouldn’t be hardening my dick, but it does.
“Should I put my clothes back on?”I ask.
“No!”Her dissent is so forceful that I chuckle.“No,” she says more softly.“I just ...might need to slow down a bit.”
“Of course,” I say, still petting her hair.“How about I help you undress and we take it from there?”
She turns around and I take off her jacket, then slowly unzip her dress, the creamy flesh of her shoulders soft and yielding beneath my fingertips.I push the bodice down her arms, and she shivers, goosebumps emerging wherever my skin touches hers.
I squat behind her and tug the dress all the way down her legs.She’s wearing stockings over black panties, and I start to roll them down very,veryslowly.Once they’re midway down her thighs, I stop, and she moans in frustration.The tights restrict her movement—and that’s exactly how I want her.My face is before her ass, the ass I’ve imagined a million times, and it’s thick and juicy and everything a perfect woman’s ass should be.I drop to my knees and grab two large handfuls, and she cries and sways as I dig in and squeeze.
“I can’t move...”she whimpers.
“I know.You’re at my mercy now.Your ass is mine.”
Another whimper.
“You know I’m playing, right?I’d never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
A mewl and a nod.
“Do you think you can bend over for me?”I keep kneading, digging into her hips, stroking her thighs.
She folds herself over the edge of the bed.I peel her panties halfway down, and I am greeted with the sight of her pussy, wet and fragrant.I bury my nose in it and inhale as deep as my lungs allow.
“What ...what are you doing?”Billie asks in a small voice.
