As they kissed, she let her fingertips rake through his hair, and then fall down to his neck and shoulders.
When they pulled apart, he moved his hands to the button on her shorts. He pulled the silvery disk out of the button hole, and then slid the zipper below down slightly. She moved her fingers to his shirt, and began lifting it off of his torso. He helped her lift it off, and she felt more aroused than before as she laid eyes on his tanned, sculpted chest.
His pecs were muscular, his abdomen formed an eight pack like she’d never seen before. There was a soft trail of hair leading from his belly button down to his pants, and she longed to see more of him.
Her fingers moved to his pants, but before she could begin to undo the button as he’d done hers, he was kissing her again. She became lost in his kiss, moving her lips against his as if they were one.
She was no longer thinking, and all of her movement seemed to come from somewhere beyond her, guided only by the intense pleasure that she felt in kissing him.
When they parted again, she’d barely caught her breath before he started removing her tank top, by pulling it up from the base. She lifted her arms and he pulled it off of her head. She was glad that she’d worn a sexy bra. The black satin garment was a push-up, and made her breasts look ample and curvaceous.
Martin took in the sight of her with apparent pleasure, breathing in deeply as he moved his hands to cover each breast. He groaned aloud, and she felt his dick jump in his pants. She moved her hips against his.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She moved her hands to his chest, letting her fingers move along his muscular torso. Her fingers reached his lower abdomen, and as she reached for the button of his pants again, she felt his fingers begin to move as well.
He’d placed his hand along the opening of her shorts, and his thumb slid beneath her panties. She felt his gentle touch against her clitoris, and her breath caught in her throat as he began rubbing it. All of her thoughts once again disappeared, and she forgot all about trying to unbutton his pants.
She was completely at the mercy of his touch, which was gentle and experienced. He moved his hand lightly and steadily in just the right spot, making the sensation of pleasure grow steadily.
She moaned, rocking against him as he fingered her.
The pleasure grew and grew, and he didn’t stop. A tingling warmth grew into more and more heat and pleasure as he let his fingers glide against her now wet opening. She felt his fingers dive into her deeper, deeper, until she felt as though she would go crazy if she didn’t have more. She wanted him inside of her.
She once again focused on her quest to undo his pants.
Between gasping breaths and eager kisses, she was able to pull the button of his pants free, and slide his zipper down. She reached her hand inside of his pants, and found his hard, long dick.
She felt his fingers stop moving as he relaxed into her touch. The sensations that he’d built up inside of her didn’t dissipate as she began sliding her hand against him. Instead, the sensation of need and pleasure only grew.
He was hard and ready.
She needed him.
She pumped her hand up and down along his shaft, thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside of her.
Apparently, he was thinking the same thing.
“,” he said. “I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to,” said, moaning slightly again at the feel of his thick member.
“Lie down,” Martin ordered. “On the floor.”
“On the floor?” asked. She was already moving off of him.
He reached into his wallet and got a condom.
lay down on the thick carpeting that she had in the living room. She’d never had sex on her living room floor, and the act felt surprisingly exciting. She unclasped her bra and pulled it off, watching Martin slide his pants off and roll the condom onto his erect dick.
She removed her panties as well, and lay naked and waiting.
Soon he was on top of her. His lips found her nipples, and he sucked on them, one after the other. At the same time, his thumb returned to her clitoris, and he resumed stroking her there as he had before.
was once again lost in overwhelming pleasure. She could feel his warm tongue swirling around her erect nipple, and the sensation spread warmth and excitement through her body.
His finger moved steadily between her legs, yet gently, causing her pleasure to mount in almost an unbearable way. The aching need that she felt for him grew until she couldn’t stand it.
As if reading her mind, Martin moved again, and she felt him enter her. His dick filled her, meeting her need with effortless ease. He moved back and forth, lighting a fire inside of her as he did so.
She moved against him, wrapping her legs around his back and accepting his thrusts eagerly. She slammed her hips into him each time he thrust into her, driving his dick as deeply inside of her as it would go.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Yes, yes!”
“Do you like that?” Martin asked.
“Yes!” screamed.
“Does that feel good? Just like that?”
“Yes, yes!” was all could say. She didn’t want him to stop. She felt herself reaching the brink of ecstasy, and could feel that Martin was as well.
As much as she wanted to come, she wanted Martin to come even more. She wanted him to feel as good as she felt.