Story 10 #3
She pulled it off and threw it onto the floor. As she did that she felt him shift. She broke their kiss to see just what it was that he was doing. It further confirmed to her the direction that things were going in. He shrugged off his jacket. She felt a slight rush of excitement and then began kissing him again with even greater hunger. One of her hands went to his arm. Now that he no longer had the jacket on, she could feel the full size of his biceps. They were solid and once again she had the overriding impression of his strength. Even though she was on top here, she knew that he could dominate her at any time. And that was what she wanted. To see just what he could do.
It seemed as though it was his time to do just that - to show her what he could do.
Suddenly she felt him roll over, rolling her over as he did so, so that now she was on the bottom, lying back on the couch, and he was leaning over her.
He smiled down at her and there seemed to be a certain sense of triumph in that smile, as though he finally had her right where he wanted her. He looked down at her. Then one of his hands went to her blouse. He started at the bottom, slowly undoing the buttons one-handed. When her stomach was exposed he pushed the bottom part of her blouse open. He stroked it with one of his hands. It was a gentle touch, although she still felt the rougher skin of his calluses. Somehow that just made his touch feel even better. It was like the stubble on his face, the way that it only seemed to add to the whole experience.
He caressed her for a few moments and then his hand went back to her buttons. As he worked on them she felt his hand pushing slightly against her breasts, right between them.
Then it was done. He had the buttons of her blouse undone.
He slid off the couch and knelt next to her. She turned to him, waiting to see what he was going to do next.
He looked at her, lying there. She could see his shoulders rise and fall, slowly, as he breathed.
He reached out with one hand and pulled her blouse open on both sides.
Then he stroked her stomach again. She could feel the rise and fall of her breathing beneath his hand.
His hand moved slowly over her soft skin. His hand was warm but she still shivered slightly under his touch. It was more down to anticipation and excitement that she reacted that way. She was feeling even more turned on than she had thought possible. This was better, so much better than when she had been in the shower, touching herself.
A thought suddenly flashed through her head - there was every chance that if things carried on like this then he would touch her there. Just the thought of it made her breath catch in her throat and her heart start pounding that little bit harder.
What would she do if he really did touch her there? She felt as though she might explode - the pleasure would surely be too much to hold inside.
For now, however, she had to be content with what he was already doing. His hand kept moving over her stomach. He lingered for a few moments on her belly button. With one finger he traced the outline of it. It felt good.
Then his finger moved directly up her body in a straight line.
He reached the place between her breasts. His finger paused there for a moment. Then she stroked each of her breasts with his hand, moving over each cup of her bra.
He looked at her as though for approval. She smiled but it didn’t seem like enough. She wanted to let him know that he should continue and that she was his, all his.
Her heart was beating even faster now. She knew what she wanted to do, but still, she was nervous.
She raised herself up slightly.
Jason took his hand away and let her do whatever it was that she wanted to do.
She reached behind her back and, with one quick movement, she unclasped her bra. There was no hesitation from her now. She knew that this was what she wanted.
She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and lay back. If he wanted to take it off her then he was going to have to do the final step himself.
He understood this and reached out to take hold of one breast through the bra material. He rested his hand there for a moment and then he took hold of the bra.
He tugged at it and she felt it slide off her body.
Now she was lying there topless. She hoped that he would approve of what he saw.
He looked at her breasts and seemed to be concentrating. Then he reached out with one hand and stroked each of them.
His fingers moved slowly. She looked down and watched them and then looked back at his face. She saw a look of wonder on his face. She felt quite pleased with herself then. But she didn’t have time to dwell on the feeling, because that was when his fingers found her nipples.
They stood out dark against her light skin. His thumb ran over one of them, back and forth.
He started slowly and she let out a slight gasp of pleasure. It was completely involuntary, she didn’t even know that it was coming.
His thumb moved slowly, then faster. She felt her nipple stiffen. Then he took hold of it between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a little tweak. It was a shock and she thought that it might hurt her, but his touch was expert and it never reached the point of being painful. Instead, it felt so, so good. He knew just how to walk the fine line between pleasure and pain and keep her panting for more.
He toyed with her nipples. He went from one to the other, giving both of them his attention.
Her breathing was coming in ragged bursts now. She could feel the passion inside her. She wanted him more than ever now.
She reached out with one hand and began pulling at the buttons on his shirt.
He didn’t help her - he was too focused on playing with her breasts.
She didn’t need his help, however. She got his shirt undone and her hand stroked the smooth, firm skin of his chest.
He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. She reached up and stroked his head. He moved his mouth over her upper body. He was taking his time getting to her breasts. When he finally got there he licked them. She shuddered at the touch of his tongue. Her breasts felt more sensitive than they ever had before. The sensitivity only seemed to have grown even further when his mouth reached her nipples. They were erect and seemed to be throbbing slightly. She felt his mouth latch on to one of them. She moaned and her back arched, pushing her breast harder against his mouth.
He sucked on her nipple and her moan turned to a cry. This pleasure felt different from the pleasure that she had given herself in the shower but it was somehow even better - perhaps it was because it was coming from him, transferring into her, rather than it coming solely from her.
She wanted to give pleasure to him as well. One of her hands ran down his body, over the line of muscles in his abdomen, and found his pants. She pulled at the belt and got it undone.
She wanted to get her hand in his pants, wanted to feel what he had there. When their bodies had come together on the couch she had felt something there, but she had so much else to focus on then. Now she wanted to feel it properly.
She fumbled over the zipper on his pants. She grew impatient. In the end, she moved her hand down the outside of his pants and felt the hard bulge there. She gave it a squeeze. She felt him suck harder on her breast and took this to mean that he was enjoying what she was doing.
Then he climbed back onto the couch. He pulled her on top of him. She felt herself pushing against the bulge now. They began kissing again. He had one hand on her breasts and the other one on her ass. She pushed her skirt up slightly so that she could straddle him. As soon as she started doing that she felt the skirt push up even further. She kissed him with a wild, almost violent, passion now. Every moment it seemed as though her desire for him grew further.
She held him between both her thighs. Her blouse still hung about her shoulders and she shrugged it off. Jason pulled his shirt off as well.
Erin pushed herself against the bulge in his pants and felt it push against her. Her skirt was pushed all the way up now. It was so tight that the only way that she could get as close as she really wanted to be was by pushing it right up to her waist.
She was only wearing a G-string beneath her skirt - anything else would have ruined the line of it.
His hand that had been squeezing her ass was now on the naked skin there. He pulled her closer and she rubbed her crotch against his bulge. She was wild now, and she knew that there was only one thing that could satisfy her now.
She felt the hand that had been fondling her breasts move down her body. She felt his fingers push into her G-string. She broke off their kiss and buried her face in his shoulder to stop her from crying out even louder. He had known just where to touch her. She thought about the way that she had touched herself that morning. This was so, so much better. She had been experimenting when she had been alone, but now she had a master showing her just what to do.
His fingers pushed at the puffy lips of her pussy. He rubbed her and she bucked her hips, pushing against his fingers.
He rubbed at her pussy and then she felt him reaching for something - she didn't know it, but he had been moving toward her clitoris. Suddenly the bliss exploded within her, white-hot. Her body was shaking with it. Her mouth was open against the skin of his shoulder, saliva coming out of the corner of her mouth. She was trying not to cry out but there was no way to hold it in.
This went beyond satisfaction. This was a whole new level of ecstasy that she had never imagined.
She acted on pure, animal instinct as she finally got his pants open. She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock. She froze for a moment - it was bigger and harder than she had thought it would be. She held it in her hand and was amazed at the warmth coming off it, the way in which it throbbed hungrily under her touch.
She squeezed it and then began pulling on it.