Aimee had never let herself go with abandon like this. It was exciting and maddening at the same time. He had too many clothes on and she had too many clothes on. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair for a moment before sliding her hands down and finding the buttons on his shirt, getting them undone as fast as possible. Their deep tongue-tangled kissing continued, their heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional moan as their bodies connected in just the right way. Aimee pulled his shirt off his arms and the tails of it out of his pants, flinging it carelessly to the floor once it was free.
Joe pushed himself off the wall and walked to the side and backward with her, stopping finally in the middle of his living room. A soft leather couch was at their knees and the nearby coffee table was quickly nudged out of the way without a second thought.
Joe grabbed her hands to still them, pulling away from her a few inches. “I want to see you.” He turned her around to face away from him, unzipping her dress slowly from behind. It fell from her shoulders and down to her ankles, the material pooling up in a shiny pile, covering her black heels. She stepped outside of it and kicked it to the side. She was afraid to turn around and face him in her underwear and bra, but thanked the stars that she had worn her brand-new set of matching Victoria Secret lingerie.
He kissed her shoulder, ever so softly. His lips left a burning trail from there to her neck, sending shivers all over her body and making her nipples go rock hard. She started to turn, but he stopped her, slipping one bra strap off her shoulder and then the other, taking both of her breasts in his hands and gently squeezing them. She moaned in pleasure. His movements were so simple and yet so mind-blowing. No one had ever made her feel this way before.
She turned and grabbed his belt, working quickly to rid him of his pants. Soon he was standing there in his underwear too. She was happy to see he wore boxer briefs and was amused to see they were electric blue. All she could think was how he should be an underwear model with a body like his. She’d never fully appreciated the male form until she saw this specimen standing in front of her; especially since it had a big hard-on she could see outlined in blue, straining to get free. She rubbed it up and down with her hand, reveling at his sharp intake of breath. It made her feel powerful and just a little bit wild.
“I want to see you naked,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her closer, kissing her hard and without mercy. She felt like she was being swallowed up in the sex, but even still, wanted more.
“You first,” she said against his mouth.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his underwear down, stopping at the bottom to drop to his knees, his face level with her belly. He took the edge of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her to his face. He leaned in and kissed her on her most private place, sliding his tongue into the slit for a second and sending shocks through her body.
“Oh!” came out of her mouth before she could stop it.
He looked up at her for a moment to verify she was okay before going back to what he was doing. Within seconds her legs started to quake. She was in danger of crumbling to the floor in a hotflash-induced collapse, his tongue sending her to a place she’d never dared hope to be. Something was building inside her, and she didn’t know what it was or what to do.
“I’m … I’m going to fall,” she gasped, holding onto his hair, trying not to pull it too hard. But it was so difficult to remain gentle, the sensations taking over her mind and making her movements nearly involuntary.
He stood and lifted her up easily, as if she weighed no more than a feather, and carried her to the couch. “I’d take you to my room, but it’s too far. I want you now.”
The heady scent of her own sex on his mouth made her crazy. They began kissing again, as his heavy body come down on hers, his hardness pushing against her belly and forcing her body to sink farther into the soft cushions of the couch.
“Put it in,” she begged. She was beyond caring what he thought about what she said or did at this point.
“I need protection,” he said, visibly restraining himself.
“I’m infertile and have no STDs,” she said in a rush.
“Me too. No STDs. Just got checked for work.”
“Please. Don’t wait. Do it now,” she begged again.
The next thing she felt was pressure - delicious pressure she wanted more of. “Oh, God,” she whispered, her anticipation making her feel like she was going to have a stroke. His tip was at her opening. He pushed it in, a little at a time, her slippery excitement making it as easy as it could be, considering how big around he was. Aimee had only a moment to consider how well-endowed he was before she was crying out in pleasure.