Page 32 of Air Affair

She had always been indifferent to her breasts. They weren’t small, but they weren’t large either. They filled out a dress nicely, she supposed. But the way he looked at her with worshipful awe gave her a new appreciation of her own form.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” he said, bowing his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth. She arched backward, giving him greater access as his mouth did devilish things that sent her spinning off into the outer stratosphere. This was so much more than she expected. Edward liked to grab her breasts and squeeze them, but he never made tender love to them like Hank was doing. She never knew her breasts could feel so much.

As he licked, suckled, and grazed her nipples with his teeth, her arousal intensified until she could hardly stand it. She needed more, and she needed it now.

Reaching down, she grasped him through his trousers, and he let out a strangled sound. Suddenly, he flipped her on her back, hovering over her, panting hard, pressing his length against her.

“Oh, Rory. The things I’d like to do to you…”

She writhed suggestively beneath him, desperate for more. He sat back on his knees, and she waited, expecting him to unbutton his trousers. Instead, he pressed her legs apart and lowered his head. What was he doing? Edward certainly had never done this.

When she felt the first lick, she thought she might climb out of her own skin. It was a sensation unlike any she’d ever experienced, so much more intense than mere touch. He licked her again, and she thrashed, but he held her tight. She could not escape.

From time to time, Edward asked her to pleasure him with her mouth, but she’d never heard of a man doing the same for a woman. “Wait,” she rasped as his tongue touched her again.

He froze. “I can stop if you want me to,” he said, looking up at her, breathing hard.

“No,” she said at last. “It’s only that I never knew you could…” The words to describe what was happening eluded her.

“Lick your beautiful pussy until you fall to pieces?”

She nodded slowly, reveling in the erotic thrill of having him say such bold, obscene things to her. Edward never said anything like that.

“Now that I know,” she said, “I think you should continue immediately.”

With a moan of pleasure, he buried his face between her legs and began licking her sensitive nub as if she were a ripe strawberry, lapping at the tender fruit, sucking on it until she cried out. Then his tongue found her entrance and thrust into her again and again as lips and teeth continued to graze the bundle of nerves above. Her hips bucked wildly, but he held her in place.

The stars above her seemed to pulsate in time with her own bursts of sensation, the sky itself joining in their sensual dance. Her hands twined in his dark, silky hair as he drove her mad. Her whole body began to tremble. Darkness crept into the edges of her vision, winking out the stars. A gentle breeze caressed her bare breasts, making her nipples taut as the night enveloped her, and she shuddered in the most powerful release she’d ever experienced.

Looking up from between her legs, Hank said, “I wish I had a thousand years to make you come like that again and again. That was beyond my wildest dreams.” He kissed and nipped at her inner thigh, as warmth and contentedness suffused her body.

She fully expected him to unbutton himself, thrust into her, and take his pleasure, but he didn’t. Instead, he kissed her gently, letting her taste her own salty essence on his lips. So delightfully wicked! They kissed and kissed, and still, he didn’t make a move. Finally, she pulled back.

“Now, it’s your turn,” she said, raking her nails up the fabric that tented tightly over his arousal. His whole body tensed at her touch.

“You don’t have to worry about me, princess. Tonight was for you.” Nonetheless, his eyes were filled with fire, and the way his flesh jumped beneath her hand spoke to the intensity of his need.

“You aren’t the only one that’s been dreaming about this, Hank. I want you inside me.” She squeezed, making him moan. “You don’t have to worry about consequences. I’m wearing a diaphragm.”

“No. It’s too risky. Even with protection, things can go wrong. Much as I want to, it isn’t worth the risk.”

He wasn’t going to take her? But she wanted to see his ecstasy every bit as much as he’d wanted to see hers. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, thrusting into her.

“You’re disappointed,” he said.

“A bit,” she admitted. “I want all of you. I want you inside me.” She stroked his rigid flesh, and his head dropped back.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said to the moon.

“But I suppose I could settle for tasting you.” She began to unfasten his pants with a sly smile.

“Oh my God.”

Finishing with his pants, she unbuttoned his union suit, top to bottom so that she could see and touch his chest as well as his cock. As he sprang free, her eyes widened, and she smiled.

“Gorgeous,” she said, grazing her fingers up the length of him and using her finger to spread the pearl of moisture over his tip. He made an animal noise through gritted teeth.

She took him in her mouth, running her tongue over his velvety tip.