Taking an enormous chance and plucking up the courage to show him how I felt, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body to his. The heat of his skin seared me, while a sensuous hum filled my ears. I perceived his heart beating, thudding rapidly. We remained silent, standing in the embrace for long minutes, not moving. His hands wrapped around my back and he pulled me to him, even closer than before.
His breath was in my ear. “This isn’t a good idea.”
The hardness of his cock pressed against my tummy. “What isn’t?”
“You know what.”
He’d yet to move away from me. I let my right hand touch his chest over the t-shirt, feeling the contours of his muscles. I lowered slowly, enjoying the feel of him. He smelled of soap and cologne, and his skin was sweet; it smelled so nice. My hand drifted towards the bulge in his shorts, and I massaged him over the material.
He groaned.
If what I was doing was so bad, then why didn’t he push me away? He let me massage him, caressing the hardness of his penis. A small patch of wetness darkened a spot in the material. I hadn’t slept with anyone yet, although I had come close. Not completely inexperienced, I kissed his neck, feeling the abrasive quality of his day old beard.
“Oh, shit,” he murmured.
“You should close the door.”
“No.” That sounded weak.
“I…I can take care of this.” I rubbed him persistently, intimately. “I’ll make you feel better.”
He kissed me then, and the heavens opened up and the angels wept. I’d been waiting for this kiss for months. His lips were like soft cushions against my mouth. A slinky tongue sought entrance and invaded me, while mine toyed with the intruder, over and over. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss even further, trying to suck the air out of his lungs.
Stephen pushed the door closed. Guiding me to the bed, we collapsed on it with our mouths fused and our heated, eager bodies pressed together.
His lips were on my neck, sucking and biting gently. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“It’s too late now.”
He moaned, “I’m in such trouble.”
His hands were beneath my t-shirt, traveling up my belly at an alarming rate of speed and cupping my breast. He pinched my nipple between two fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, Emma.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
“No. Don’t say that.”
“It’s true.”
Lifting my shirt, his lips attached themselves around a pink nub and suckled.
“Oh, Stephen. Take your shirt off…and your shorts. I wanna see your cock.”
He groaned, “No.”
“Please.”
“Not a good idea.” Again, this protest sounded weak.
“I’ve sucked one before. I want yours.”
He muttered, “Oh, Jesus.”
Chapter Three
I giggled, “I won’t tell anyone. Mom’s asleep. I can keep a secret. My hand drifted to his engorged member. I rubbed him, feeling wetness on the outside of his shorts. “Please. I’ll be real nice to it. Let it come out and play.”
He growled in my ear and thrust his shorts down, revealing a huge looking phallus. I was momentarily surprised by the size, but I grabbed for it, encircling the hot, throbbing object with my hand.
“Oh, Emma.” He kissed me, seducing me with his silky tongue.
Pushing against him, he was now on his back with that enormous cock jutting in the air. I had yet to let go of it. It felt so wonderful with its veined edges and knobby head, which brimmed with clear fluid. He tossed his shirt over his head and reached for mine. He yanked it off me, exposing my perky breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra. The feel of his large hands cupping and pinching me, sent a rush of heat through my already overloaded system.
I kissed his chest. “You like this?”
He groaned. “How can you ask that?”
“You took pictures of me today.”
“I did.”
“Guess I look good, huh?”
“God, yes.”
My lips kissed his chest, which was smattered with dark, curly hair. The object of my fascination was in my hands, being rubbed by my fingers. I wanted it in my mouth, and I couldn’t wait to suck it. He tossed his shorts aside.
“Oh, baby, God…”
I kissed the rounded tip, tasting its salty tang. Then I licked a wet swath across the spongy expanse. “Yum.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
Closing my mouth over him, I sucked like I was drinking fluid through a straw. My last boyfriend loved it when I did this. Then I took him in as deep as I could, until I gagged. He was longer and thicker than I’d ever had before, and tears filled my eyes from the choking reflex. I focused on the head, while massaging the wet shaft with my fingers.