"The lack of soup stain is suddenly forgiven." Clasping her incredible breasts in both hands, my eyes widen like a demented cartoon character. "Baby, you're gorgeous from head to toe, but I'm going to need a few minutes with these tits."
She laughs lightly, shaking her soft skin against me as I nuzzle her breasts with my beard, then gently pull a nipple between my lips.
"The gossip around the café says that you're the serious one," she says softly. "I would never have guessed that you're so funny."
"It's all your fault. You make me feel lighter."
Switching to the other side, she quivers as my tongue slowly drags around her nipple. Her fingers slip into the back of my hair, holding my mouth against her as I suck gently.
"Every time you touch me…" She trails off, and I give her a little shake, hoping she'll continue. "It feels like I'm a whole new person. Someone who doesn't stress about everything so much."
Tipping my chin up, I whisper, "I want you to be every single version of yourself. Quiet, loud, laughing, serious. Overthinking things, or completely giving in to the moment. You're in charge, baby. Always."
From the way Lynn's eyes light up, it's clear that she enjoys the feeling of power. "Really? So I can have anything I want?"
"Anything."
Although she's still smiling, her lips press together slightly. "Then I want…this." She shifts, dropping her shoulder so that her hand can reach down the front of my towel. The pressure releases the fabric, which falls open. I was already pretty hard from playing with her incredible breasts. Now the touch of her soft hand against my shaft causes it to jump to full attention.
"Is it…" Her fingers drift lightly all the way to the base, then back up to the tip, and she shakes her head uncertainly. "Where is it sensitive?"
I love that even at an intimate moment like this, she's curious. Wants to know all of the details. I show her the most sensitive area, around the head. Her fingertips dance alongwhere I show her, then she grips my shaft, stroking the entire length again. "But does this feel good too?"
"Oh, yeah." My voice is already raspy as my breathing becomes heavier. Lying on my back, Lynn watches in fascination at what her touch does to me.
"Am I your toy?" I ask haughtily. "Just a piece of man-meat to amuse you?"
She arches an eyebrow. "Right now? Yes."
If I wasn't already hard as steel, hearing Lynn being sassy with me would have done the trick.
"All right then, do your worst." My hand glides down to cup her breast, squeezing gently. "I haven't had a woman touch me in years, so don't be surprised if things get messy in seconds."
I meant that as a warning, but I can see from the set of her jaw that Lynn takes it as a challenge. Positioning herself between my legs, she strokes my length gently with both hands, running her thumbs up and down the middle as if she were giving me a massage.
It feels so deeply satisfying on so many levels. Her touch is gentle but firm, causing a deep ache just above my balls and in the center of my chest. I didn't think she'd be ready to move so quickly, yet I can sense how much she wants me.
Her thumb drags around the tip where a few drops of pre-come are already gathering. "I'm certainly no expert, but um, no offense, you seem kind of big."
I can't hold back a satisfied smile. "But I thought that's what you wanted. One massive bearded lumberjack with a long, thick cock, who always makes you laugh at inappropriate moments."
She giggles, the friction of her skin on mine creating indescribable tremors through me. Then while her mouth is still wide-open in laughter, she leans forward, running her tongue around the head, licking and sucking as I groan in shock and relief.
My feelings, emotional and physical, have been developing faster than I thought could possibly be normal. That single gesture tells me that Lynn is right here with me. My fingers clasp the back of her silky hair, gently encouraging as she bobs her lips up and down. Her hands stroke the rest of my length, causing my cock to pulse in time with my frantic heartbeat.
"That feels so good." There's a dark edge to my voice.
Lynn steadily increases her pace as she senses the tension deep within me build. Watching her pretty lips gripping my flesh is so hot. So perfectly filthy. I'm going to come.
"Baby," I groan, "I can't hold back. You need to decide if—"
She moans with excitement, pressing her mouth firmly around my cock as she sucks it deeper into her mouth, stroking faster, her intention clear. My shoulders arch forward as I shudder, watching her soft gray eyes burn with passion as I release, my come bursting into her mouth.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she eagerly swallows. I've never experienced this level of passion, of intimacy, of feeling so perfectly close to someone.
Lynn barely has time to lick the last of my come off her lips before I scoop under her shoulders, pulling her taut, sexy body over mine. Her soft breasts feel incredible against my chest as I kiss her. This time our mouths molding together is far more heated. No holding back. Now that I know Lynn truly wants me, I let her feel how much I need her.
Everything becomes steamy and overheated as our tongues play together, our hands caressing frantically. Finally I pull away. "I need to taste you."
