All That She Wants(17)

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I pulled my fingers away and kissed her.

God she tasted sweet… and not just from the sugar in the coffee.

I wanted to taste her all over, to find out if she tasted that sweet everywhere.

I wrapped her up in my arms, crushed her against me as my need for her became a raging fire.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her curves, her breasts pressing against my body.

She opened her mouth to me, and I slowly began to French kiss her. So sweet… so soft… so inviting… so sensual…

I lowered my hands and felt her ass – Jesus, what an ass. I cupped one cheek in my hand and forced her against me, pressing her against my cock, which was harder than I could ever remember. It ached to be inside her.

And then she surprised me again.

Her hand drifted slowly… ever so ladylike… down below my belt…

…and she began to caress me.

Ohhhhhhhh…

She just kept tracing her fingers slowly up and down my cock… pressed her palm against it, as though she wanted to cup it, to hold it.

I wanted her to hold it. I wanted her to stroke it, to lick it, to play with it, to put it inside her.

I had never wanted something so much in my life.

She moaned again as she stroked me. Moaned right into my mouth as we kissed.

I hadn’t felt like this in years. Miranda had never been this passionate; she’d always had a cool detachment throughout. Never made a noise.

But this girl…

…I wanted to make her come just so I could hear what she would sound like.

I took my hand and put it over hers, pressed her hand over my cock, made her hold it tighter.

Then I whispered in her ear, “You feel that?”

She nodded silently.

“YOU do that to me,” I whispered. “YOU make me hard like that.”

As I said it, I ran my lips along her earlobe.

She whimpered. I could feel her trembling as she rubbed me harder.

I reached up and grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, softly pulled her head back until her throat was exposed – and then I began to kiss her. Lick her. Light flicks of my tongue across her skin, mixed with hot, feverish kisses.

Then I put both my hands on her ass, lifted her up, and placed her on the table.

Her hand dropped away from my cock, but I didn’t care about that at the moment.

I wanted to touch her breasts.

I kissed her on the mouth and slowly moved my fingers to her blouse, circling the curves under the cloth.

DAMN it had been too long since I’d done this.

I felt like a teenager again, I was so excited.

I started at the outside and slowly moved inwards, around and around, feeling the swell of her breasts, first cupping one, then the other, loving the weight of them in my palm. My fingertips brushed over her nipples, which were so hard I could feel them through both her bra and blouse.

I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to have my mouth on them.

But I denied myself momentarily and kept on kissing her, nuzzling her – and she kept moaning, a low, soft, trembling sigh, her face fixed in an expression of ecstasy.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I unbuttoned her blouse as fast as I could and pulled it off. Now she was sitting there in front of me, creamy skin under a little black lacy bra, the swell of her breasts tantalizing me like two gorgeous, ripe peaches. They were smaller, maybe a B cup, but goddamn they were beautiful – firm, soft, with an enticing little valley of cleavage.

I had to have them NOW.

As I kissed her, I reached around and undid the clasp.

She started to shrug off her bra, but I stopped her.

The first time you see a woman’s breasts is like your first sip of an exquisite wine, or tasting an incredible dessert: it’s something you should savor, and make last as long as possible.

“No. I want to do it,” I demanded, my voice hoarse.

She nodded and looked at me so innocently it almost killed me. I bent down and kissed her shoulders, licked her skin, and slowly slid the strap off her left shoulder. Then I did the right strap. Then I moved down into her cleavage, kissing and licking as I pulled away her bra.

Jesus Christ she had great tits. Teardrop shaped, perky, dark pink areolas –

I lowered my head and enveloped one with my mouth.

She gasped as I sucked, running my tongue over one erect nipple, then switched to the other, always cupping the opposite breast in my hand, playing with it, fondling it. She arched her back like a cat and moaned louder. I pressed both of her breasts together with my hands and let my tongue slide wetly from one tiny erect point to the other.

And then she pushed me away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, puzzled.

“Nothing,” she whispered, those big brown doe eyes staring into mine as she moved her hands down to my belt. “I just want this.”