He pulled his shirt over his head in one swift movement, and I took him in with my eyes. He was perfect—chiseled, toned, tanned. I ran my fingertips over his muscular frame, almost afraid to touch him. Like it was all a dream and I would wake up if I tried too hard. When I felt his heart pounding beneath my hand, though, I knew it was real. I dragged my fingers down his shoulders, his arms, as he leaned down to kiss me. He was real, and strong, and warm. Powerful. He could do whatever he wanted to me. The thought gave me a little thrill.
I raised my arms over my head, allowing him to slide my sweater up and off my body. He drew me close, kissing my neck again, then moving down to my shoulder as he slid one bra strap down my arm. I closed my eyes, sighing as his mouth traveled over me. He did the same to the other shoulder, caressing me with his fingertips before his lips did the same. He reached behind me, unclasping the hooks, and I let the bra fall from me. He looked at me, and I saw hunger in his eyes as his hands explored my full breasts. I groaned in approval as he fondled me.
His hands left me, but only for a second, because then he unbuttoned my jeans. I leaned into him, my hands running up his arms, my mouth trailing along his neck. He groaned when I sucked the skin between my teeth. I felt his pulse racing in his throat, matching mine.
He surprised me when he pushed me back, onto the bed. I landed with a squeal, and he grinned as he stripped off his jeans. We were both in our underwear as he lowered himself over me. I took his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. His need pressed against me, and I rolled my hips in a slow circle. He groaned, thrusting his hips, rubbing himself on me as we kissed.
He broke free, kissing my chin, my jaw, my throat. I closed my eyes, reveling in the delicious sensation of his mouth on me. Every nerve was on fire, and I writhed beneath him as he worked his way down to my chest. I knew what was next, and I waited to feel his mouth on my breasts. But he waited, going even more slowly, inching down my chest. My heart beat faster and faster the closer he got. I arched my back, pressing myself against him—but he only went slower, grinning up at me. “Greedy,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over my skin. I groaned in frustration, my body already on fire.
Finally, he ended the torture when his tongue circled one stiff nipple. I cried out in relief as he sucked, flicking it with his tongue, kneading the other breast. Then he switched sides, moaning, grunting, breathing just as heavily as I was. I could tell how much he loved it, which only made me love it more.
It was bliss, the way he worshiped my body. I held his head close, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair, grinding my hips against him as he lavished attention on my breasts. The sensitive nipples seemed to come alive in his mouth, tingling, sending flashes of pleasure through my body every time he sucked and nibbled. My head rolled back and forth on the pillow as I gasped for breath and wished he would never stop.
He moved down my body then, taking his time to explore me with his hands and mouth. His tongue swept over my skin, licking, sucking, even nibbling me. I groaned, holding his head tight to me, arching my back to meet him. Giving myself to him. He landed between my legs, licking along the waistband of my panties. His tongue trailed fire along my skin, making me burn and gasp and beg for more.
Slowly he slid the panties down over my hips…thighs…calves. I held my breath in anticipation, my heart racing so fast I thought it would burst. What would he do? I was totally at his mercy. I watched as Lance kissed his way from my knee up my inner thigh, finally coming to the apex of my legs. The first swipe of his tongue along my aching flesh was incredible, and I cried out at his touch.
He teased me for what felt like ages, licking just at the ridge where my swollen lips met. I thrust my hips into his face, hoping to drive him deeper. He laughed, holding me down, making me take even more punishment for my greediness. Didn’t he know I was going to die if he didn’t let me finish? It was agony, the aching, burning need. “Please…” I begged. “Please…” I could hardly breathe, but still he lingered just over my clit, licking all around but never finding the one spot that ached the most for him.
Then, he found it. I almost jumped off the bed, shooting up into the next level of pleasure as he licked his way through my wet folds and found my clit. The relief was almost too much as he flicked at it, sucked it, played with me until I begged him to let me come. I couldn’t bear much more. It was already too much for me, more than I ever felt before. How was it so good with him? How did he know me so well? I couldn’t take time to think about it since his tongue was slowly driving me insane.