Before she knew it, he had rolled them over, tucking her under him, drinking in her breath. She gasped when her still-bare bottom hit the cotton comforter, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that because his hands were already busily unbuttoning her shirt.
“Ah, it does match your panties,” he sighed when he’d tossed her blouse away, leaving her in the bra he was admiring, nothing else between them as he insinuated himself between her legs. He pressed the most eager part of himself – still separated as it was from her by a layer of jeans and his boxers, but no less prominent because of it – against the vulnerable notch where it most wanted to find a home.
Sean kissed every inch of her face as she lay beneath him, pressing reverent kisses to the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her temples, and finally, achingly, her lips. Tess thought she would drown in his kisses, meeting each of them eagerly, her tongue sparring with his when she wasn’t shocking him with the audacity of nibbling at the corners of his mouth.
“I want you, Tess, and I have to have you.” His voice was as thick as his cock, which strained against the confines of his clothing. He had never seen anything sexier or sweeter than this voluptuous, submissive woman fixing him with an expression mixing lust and complete obedience.
It wasn’t a particularly romantic confession – more raw and unabashedly eager, which was itself a compliment. She felt the same. A sincere, pleading, “Please,” was the extent of consent she could get out through her addled brain.
Sean made short work of her bra; it quickly joined the rest of her clothes in a pile on the floor, leaving her naked as he began to arch his still denim-clad self against her crotch, adoring the moans she made as he continued to grind himself against her.
Tess’s restless hands tried to work his tee shirt up and over his head, her palms luxuriating in the feel of him as she ran them up and down his bare flanks, but his shirt got stuck at his armpits and she began mewling and tugging at the hem.
“You want it off, do you?” he asked, obviously in a much more coherent state than she was.
Once he’d finally divested himself of the shirt, she arched and took one small nipple between her lips, flicking the barest tip mercilessly and feeling a surge of feminine power at his uncontrolled moan. With her eyes locked to his, she brought the tips of her fingers to her mouth, wetting them with deliberate, sensual care before applying them to his other rock-hard bud, giving it much the same treatment as her mouth had its twin.
Tess was delighted to see him throw back his head with pleasure. He was in such control of the majority of their relationship – which was fine with her – that it was nice to see that she could strip a bit of that away from him when she wanted. And she had a feeling that she was going to want to do that more and more.
She would have continued, if he hadn’t moved away from her eager mouth – not because he wanted to, necessarily, but because he knew that otherwise this thing was going to have an embarrassingly early end. He was instantly excited any time she was in a room, much less touching him, but when she did so with such sensual intent, he nearly lost it completely. He wanted to wait, to make sure she was right there with him when he did.
As he bent to give her own impudently proud nipples the same type of adoration in return, her soft hands found the broad expanse of his back and began to compulsively massage and clutch at him in rhythm with the tugging of his mouth at her tender buds.
Then her hands wandered down to encounter his jeans, and, between moans and cries, she whined and pulled at the waistband petulantly, “I want these off.”
Sean chuckled, abandoning her nipples in favor of those already well-kissed lips of hers. “If I take them off, I won’t be able to control myself; I’ll take you right then and there, whether you’re ready or not.”
“Yes, please!” she agreed, still picking at the offending garment.
Still laughing slightly at her eagerness to have him, he said, “No, not just yet, honey.”
With that he slid just slightly off to her right, neatly trapping her arm beneath him and letting his big palm rest on her lower belly. As he kept their eyes locked together, he slid his hand down excruciatingly slowly until he felt the first ticklings of the thatch that hid her secrets, then beyond, watching her eyes dilate as he touched her there, in the place that she was most a woman, in the place that he now claimed for his own. As if trying to encourage his hand on its journey, her hips rose, back arching, breasts swelling as if begging for his attentions too, but he couldn’t lavish his tongue and lips on them quite yet. Sean wanted to be looking in her eyes when his fingers really explored her for the first time, while she lay naked in his bed, spread out before him like a sumptuous meal.
As he touched the heat and heart of her, her legs, which had slowly drifted together a bit, fell apart easily, as if she had relaxed a bit now that he was finally, finally cupping her essence, and he could hear her long, low sigh.
That sudden peace wasn’t with her long; his fingers were busily exploring every inch of her, parting those plump lips to find themselves immediately bathed in her juices. He issued forth a guttural moan as he dipped his
