My first instruction for her was on the tip of my tongue, but I wanted to kiss her first, putting a hand to the back of her head, my fingers weaving through her hair, directing her mouth to mine and then claiming it as my territory.
She let me set the pace, her hands softly pressing on my skin, as if she was reading what I felt on my body. Tender lips, the taste of wine, the heat from her — I was becoming intoxicated, and I was letting myself drown in it.
If this was love, then I wasn’t going to fight it anymore.
I moved my hands to her waist, untucking the top from her jeans and then pulling it up over her head. We broke the kiss, the material exposing her, just a bra barely covering her tits, her nipples visible through the lace.
I looked my fill. I brushed my fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden further.
“Take this off for me.” I sat back, watching her.
Her hands went behind her back, undoing the clasp, the material slackening. She removed it slowly, letting it drop on the floor and then arching her back, her tits on display.
“You have perfect tits.” I cupped them, feeling their weight, pinching her nipples. “Tomorrow morning, I want you to wear one of my T-shirts and nothing else, so I can fuck you easily when we have coffee.”
She nodded, her hands by her sides, letting me touch. I’d never brought a woman back here. I’d always had it so the arrangements were that I’d go to her place; that way, I could leave when I wanted. Jerrica could leave when she wanted now, which was fine, because I wasn’t sure that I could ever ask her to leave.
I wasn’t sure I was going to ever want to.
How could it be that this one person had the ability to flip my life entirely upside down?
“Stand up and take the rest of your clothes off.” I gave her nipples another pinch before she left my knee.
Her pretty mouth curved into a smile as she slid off me, her hands slipping off her jeans, pushing them down, leaving her in just a lace thong that had matched her bra.
She didn’t wait for me to tell her to take it off, pushing it down over her thighs, kicking it off with her foot and then standing up, her legs slightly parted.
“Use your fingers to find out if you’re wet.”
She didn’t say anything, just watched me as she touched her pussy, sliding her fingers through her folds. The wetness from her centre glistened on her fingers as she raised them up.
“I’m wet.”
“Bring me your fingers.” I patted my knee.
I undid my belt, loosened my jeans and pushed down my underwear while I was watching her, giving my cock a couple of slow fists.
Her eyes fell on it now.
She stepped back to me, her knees going either side of my thighs, one of her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, the other, the one with her fingers covered in her juices, presented to my mouth.
I parted my lips, letting her touch her fingers to my lips before I sucked on them, tasting her tart nectar.
One of my hands cupped her pussy, pushing my palm against her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her start to rock her hips, seeking more.
She’d get more.
When I was ready.
I pulled her fingers away with my other hand. “Can you take my cock now? Or do you need more?”
“I can take it now.”
“Good girl. Put it inside you.”
She angled her hips, her small hand wrapping around the base of my dick, lining it up with her centre.
She gasped as she sank down on me, her hand that was on it letting go and coming to my shoulder.
