CHAPTER 2 We excuse ourselves and head out the door. I only live three minutes from here, so we just walk. He's been there before, but always with a little group from the office. As soon as we are well away from the restaurant I feel his arm go around my back. I look up to him and smile and oh DAMN! I want to stop right there and kiss him, so much, but I know we should wait. But I don't have to. Somehow, suddenly, his arms are tight around me and I'm practically crushed against his body. And my arms are around his shoulders pulling him down as my chin goes up and my lips are slightly open and the millisecond before his are on mine takes forever and I have no idea who is moaning but I think its me but maybe its him too as our eyes close and I feel those wonderful soft lips he has thoughtfully moistened devour mine as his tongue slips into my mouth and mine greets it like an old friend and we must be kissing forever because at the end of time there are people watching us, and I
CHAPTER 3 And I lower my head again, sliding him to the back of my mouth, then bobbing faster, my lips tightening around his shaft, my mouth sucking each time I lift my head. I swirl my tongue around the length of his shaft with every stroke, and I start to drool around the corners of my mouth. His hips are bucking again, pistoning up and down raggedly, trying to keep up with my strokes. I love listening to him, groaning, panting, swearing, and really, calling my name, almost as a mantra. Suddenly, he stops and stiffens, and I open my eyes to look at him. He has two big handfuls of sheets, and his eyes are wide open, staring. Then his eyes close, his face contorts and his hips lift, ramming his cock deep into my mouth. I have hot cum spurting into my throat, filling my mouth and overflowing from my lips. I clamp down even tighter, not wanting to lose a drop, and he writhes on the bed, hips pumping, cock captive in my mouth. He growls, cries, moans and finally collaps
CHAPTER 4 He grins and rolls back from me a little, looking down at me. I smile back and slowly squirm and stretch again, putting my hands over my head, displaying my body to him. No sense being shy now. I want him to get to know every inch of me. I arch my back, stretching the skin over my breasts, and I feel my nipples crinkle and harden. Then I push my hips up and grind, slowly spreading my legs. I feel totally wanton, and I'm sure that's just how I look. And that's just what I want. Oh God, I love it! He puts a hand flat on my stomach, lightly, and whispers, "Don't stop!" Mmmmmmmm, I don't know where this is going now, but I can't wait to find out. I continue to squirm and moan, and I move one hand down and cover my pussy. I lightly run my fingers over my lips and down between my legs. His hand starts rubbing little circles over my body, and his eyes are riveted on my hand, so I know I better do something good with it. I take one finger and run it very slowly up my s
CHAPTER 5 I wake up, still locked in a big pair of arms, and manage to tap the clock. My God, it's 6 AM, Saturday, 2-12-11! Through the cobwebs it takes a moment for me to be sure we don't have to work today, but then I smile when I realize it's Saturday, and I've got him all to myself! I sure as hell hope he doesn't think he's going to play golf! For a while I just nestle against his body, his slow steady breathing soothing me, and I relish his smooth soft warmth. My mind is perfectly satisfied with this, but my body is not. My nipples are pressed against his chest, and I feel them slowly but surely crinkle and harden, forming rocky little buds with rounded tips. The sensation of his warm skin against them now sends signals straight to my pussy. I manage to repress the moan, but I cannot resist the urge to stretch and shudder against him, my nipples grinding into his skin, and my hips suddenly rolling until my pussy presses against his thigh. He stirs and mumbles something
Chapter 6 Slowly and reluctantly he lets me go and gets the coffee. I scoop the two omelets onto plates and carry them to the table. I see he's already pushed two chairs right together, and when I set down the plates he picks up one and slides the omelet onto the other plate. As I sit down he cuts them both up into bite-sized pieces and I wonder what is going on. When he sits down we are pressed right together, our hips and legs touching and feeling great. But our arms are pressing too, so hard we really can't use them, and I don't think this will work. But then he picks up his fork with the other hand, and suddenly I understand. He stabs a bite of the omelet, turns and feeds it to me! Wow! This guy... My guy... thinks of everything! We take turns, bite after bite, taking time out for slurps of coffee and of course, lots of kisses. Meanwhile, he has a use for the other arms, too. Turns out, we can use our forearms fine below the table, and he's driving me crazy, running
CHAPTER 7 His hands tighten on my breasts and as I start to move with him his lips start kissing back and forth over my shoulders and neck. Suddenly I'm glad I have short hair so it doesn't interfere too much. He's kneading me now, and every time he closes his hand my nipples get squeezed just a little, not really hard, but it makes them aching hard! I hear him moan and I'm glad, because I'm moaning too, in time with his hands and his hips that are all moving together. My hips are really rocking, pushing my ass back hard, and his cock is almost buried between my cheeks and I hope it feels as good for him as it does me. But I'm betting it's even better for him because I feel him shudder, his hands shaking on my breasts even as his fingers tighten more. "Ohhhhhhhhhh baby," he gasps. I know he's reached the point where he needs to be taken care of again, and I can't wait. I've already decided just how, to see if he likes it, "cuz I know I will. I gently pull away and roll o
He starts playing with my nipples, just touching and teasing them a little. I think he's curious what they feel like and what affects his touches have on me. It feels wonderful, and I just want more and more, but when he starts to squeeze gently and pull and stroke, I squirm and sigh, and he smiles like he wants to giggle. To get even I reach down and use one finger to barely touch his cock, stroking up and down the shaft, circling round and round the head, and teasing the very tip. Of course he wasn't exactly soft to begin with, but I can actually feel him harden as I touch him, and he moans under his breath, his breathing becoming deeper. Naturally my nips are already rock hard, and I shudder when he touches me again and again. He actually asks me what I feel when he touches me, how hard I like it, and when and how. He's serious and really wants to know. It's a little uncomfortable, but I try to answer seriously too. After all, he's likely to be using what I tell him on
Damn, this is gonna be good! I start pumping my hips hard, almost lifting off the bed, but he just fucks me a little harder, keeping up that maddeningly irresistible rhythm and he's got me squirming and moaning, pulling at my nipples. This time we go on a little longer and suddenly he picks up the pace just a little bit, ramming his cock into me. OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!! This time I go off like a roman candle, as another orgasm slams through me without warning, and I grab the sheet, bucking and twisting under him. I think, "This must be it," and it takes me a long time to get through it, panting and gasping, staring at him. My body is covered with sweat, and I feel like I've been to the gym, but there he is, slowly stroking in and out, full length, and not a sign of moisture on him. And as soon as I relax and lie back under him again he picks up the pace once more. But this time, he leans forward over me, putting his hands by my sides, and really starts ramming into me. He goes ri