I can't wait any longer.
I reach around behind her and feel for the clasp of her bra. There isn't one and I can't for the life of me think of how to get her out of the thing as quickly as possible, and then Bess leans back and fiddles with the front of the bra at the base of her cleavage.
I pull my mouth from her neck and watch as she releases the clasp and reveals the curves of the undersides of her breasts.
If I thought the slow strip tease out of her blouse and shorts was erotic, it has nothing on the deliberately slow exposure of her pale skin and rose-pink areolas. Her nipples are large and hard and perfect. My mouth is on her before I can tell her how beautiful she is.
I suck. Hard. And Bess makes a noise like "Mmmf" and then "Unnn", and those tiny noises she's making because of me is unbelievably heady. I am lightheaded with rapture.
I switch to the other nipple, sliding my tongue over it and around it before tugging it gently with my teeth.
Bess grips my hair and with each nip and suck, her hands tighten and release. The pain of it feels good. It's a distraction from the desperate throbbing of my dick.
Bess pulls herself out of reach and places a hungry kiss on my mouth while her hands drop to my belt and work to unbuckle it.
It's too slow and I move my hands from her breasts to help her, but she slaps them away, so I slide them beneath the fabric of her underwear to clasp her buttocks. I knead them and then my belt is off and I jerk at the pressure of her fingers against my dick, undoing the clasp at the top of the flies.
Bess pulls her head away to watch as she pulls down the zip.
My cock, freed from the confines of my trousers springs forth, pressing against the fabric of my boxers. Where the material stretches against the head, a small wet patch appears.
Her breath catches and I want so bad to touch her core, but Bess palms me and I can't concentrate on anything else. She skims the front of my shaft and spreads her fingers down and over my balls, before dragging her hand back up again.
Heat pools in my groin and a succession of tingles race over my skin in the wake of her touch, before shooting up my spine.
I am overwhelmed with need. Need to feel her. To taste her. To hear her pleasure. To have every part of me touching every part of her. To be in her.
I lever myself upwards enough to twist us around and deposit Bess on the bed. I seek her mouth and grind into her. Both of us groan.
She feels so good beneath me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, the heat of her centre against the heat of mine.
I manage three rolls of the hips before I need to stop and gather myself. I pant into her neck and pull her thigh up and over my hip so I can slide my hand up it and feel the curve of her buttock, her hip, her waist, her ribs, the softness of her breast, her collarbone. And all the way back down again.
Bess' hands and fingernails are doing their own mapping of my skin, leaving little trails of sparks in their wake. Eventually she reaches my waistband and slips her hands inside my boxers to caress my buttocks.
I lift my hips so she can slide the fabric down and over, and before I can lower them again, her hand is wrapped around me.
Everything stops.
I can't breathe.
All my awareness is distilled down to that singular point of contact.
I manage a shaky inhale. And then, "Fuck. Bess."
When she pulls her hand towards the tip and runs her thumb over it, every nerve ending fires into life with such violence I hiss involuntarily.
And then her hand is gone. She slides it up my ribs, over my shoulder and down my arm to clasp my wrist. She tugs and I shift my weight off it so she can guide it to her own waistband. Then she releases me, licks her palm and puts her hand back on my dick with a smile. Which is an invitation to remove it.
So I do.
I slip my fingers beneath the damp fabric of her underwear and brush them lightly over her flesh.
She gasps and her hand squeezes my cock.
I run a finger down one fold and up the other and circle her clit once before sliding it down the wet heat of her slit and back up again.
Bess' eyes are closed, her mouth parted. Her pulse drums in her neck.
