As his hands began to roam her body with slow intent, her mind raced.
This is happening. It’s really happening. To me.
His fingers moved with purpose and intent from the sides of her breasts to envelope the whole of them. His skin against hers was warm and dry. With a small sigh of pleasure her body gave in to the sensations of his large hands and slender fingers gently pinching her nipples.
Please, let him put his mouth on them.
From beneath half closed lids she watched him lick his lips. His eyes burned an intense blue, clouded by only the heat of sexual tension. He lowered his head and kissed the outer edge of her aureole, careful to avoid her nipples directly. She moaned slightly and tried to move her nipples closer to his mouth.
How many times I’ve imagined this. Countless times I’ve pleasured myself dreaming of these things. Now he is here. Naked. In my bed.
He took her right nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it. Her body arched while her hands held his head gently. A moment later his mouth captured her left nipple just as he’d captured the right.
Oh. My. God!
His voice brought her back.
“I’m going to take your panties off, Delilah. Then I’m going to stoke your beautiful pussy and your swollen clit gently. But you can’t come. Do you understand?”
Her eyes found his and she shivered involuntarily before she nodded in affirmation.
To be continued…
