“Oh, I like this. I like this very much.”
He bent to bring his mouth to me, the humid air of his breath warming me as he nuzzled the crook of each leg. I lay back but kept my knees bent and upright. Draw ran his tongue along my smooth skin.
Eager now, I sat up to pull off the dress and camisole, letting my hair cover my shoulders like a drape. Draw shifted to pull me into his lap, a hand went immediately to my breasts as we kissed. I felt soft against his fingers even as I grew taut. I lay back against his chest as his fingers explored the edges of the lace. One finger slipped under. I felt my entire body still, all my attention on only that one finger as it traced the outline of my full shapes.
I don’t know where I found the nerve, but I crept from his lap and, still on my knees, hooked my thumbs under the lace. I wasn’t sure the most elegant way to get my underclothes off, so I simply pulled them down, then shifted to one hip to push them farther down my thighs. I sat up, one arm crossed over my lap as if to cover the dark hair there. It was silly, he’d already been acquainted with that part of me, but there was something about the way he was looking at me that made me flush. Or perhaps it was only the knowledge of what I wanted from him.
Draw seemed to guess I needed to move more slowly. He looked back at me, the only movement was his hand going to rest on my arm. He looked me over, his face going dreamy, his lips parted. I removed my arm and his hand settled on my thigh.
After I initiated a kiss, he slid off his shorts and lay back on the pillow, his penis straining toward the tent ceiling. I reached first for his hip, then told myself not to be a coward and grasped his length. Draw shuddered. His foreskin felt unfamiliar under my fingertips. I’d never seen an uncircumcised penis before his.
I took my time touching him, experimenting with him, and then bent over and wet him in my mouth. The two times I had done this with a college boyfriend I had been put off. Felt judged in a moment of awkwardness, then used. This was different though. I felt Draw was eager to have me near him, however I decided. I was glad to make Draw feel as good as he made me feel. He pulsed against my tongue and wrapped his long fingers through my hair.
“You feel incredible,” he said.
I deepened my reach, and he moaned. I was eager to make him react. He wasn’t playing it cool, wasn’t trying to trick me into doing more for him than he did for me. He was swept up in being with me like no man ever had been.
I sat up, covertly wiping my mouth, then lay on my side next to him, uncertain what to do next. Was I expected to bring him to completion as he had me? But then how did I facilitate what I really wanted—him inside me?
Draw pressed his face to my breasts as he rolled me over to my back. I felt a burst of relief that he knew what to do. He lay between my legs. I arched into him, and he licked me for some time, the muscles of my legs tightening, my toes straining to curl.
Then he was above me, his length in his hand, as if preparing.
“Dottie, do you want to, um, engage—”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Can you—”
I swallowed as he lowered himself, the tip of his penis against my clitoris. I felt an intense contraction of focus in my body. I was starving for him.
For a time, he massaged himself against me, then dipped a finger to my opening. His eyes darted up to see my response before he slid a finger in. “You’re wet,” he whispered.
I wasn’t aware how we came to lie on each other again, just that we were. I was sweating, or one of us was sweating. We were warm enough even with the blanket under us. His breath was hot.
I was ready so I shifted to tip him down to my opening. He felt large, and I felt tight. I took a breath as Draw’s entire body froze, his muscles contracting with urgency.
He didn’t ask if I was ready, but neither did he push into me. He hovered over me on his arms, letting me get used to how he felt. I angled my hips.
“Yes, Dottie,” he whispered. His eyes were closed.
I smiled, but he couldn’t see it.
I pulled his forearms, trying to position him where I wanted. He slid forward and I felt full, then, even more so.
We paused, his chest angled over mine now, his face near mine. His whisper was strained. His voice hot against my neck. “I know this isn’t always the same for women. Do you want to touch yourself while I’m here?”
I felt shy responding aloud. He waited, the tent silent. I slipped a finger between my lips and flexed it along my clit. It was tiny and tight, ready to be touched.
I had been uncertain whether the offer was genuine, but if anything, it made him even more excited.
“Yes,” Draw whispered. “You are being so good to me, you deserve to...”
While stimulating myself, I was enjoying the thrust of him between my legs much more than I thought I would. Soon my hand was pressed between us, his lips at my neck and ear. Soon we were near frantic, his whispers a blur. If I heard half of what he said, it was enough to know he worshiped my body.
I was getting tighter, my knees tensing while my thighs fought to ensnare Draw. His mouth was at my ear panting, my finger flicking while he dipped into me.
I felt swollen, full, overindulged, and then the walls of my vagina flexed around him with the end, and I felt his warmth spill into me. We held tight against each other, then softened. He pulled out of me and the musky scent of him spilled into the air.
He wiped himself off on a cloth and I took one for myself, and then he lay alongside me.
