Story 25 #3
He stepped closer and put a hand beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his. Her lips parted. She seemed close to trembling, excited and nervous at the same time. Well, he thought to himself, I know just how to calm those nerves.
Then, he leaned down to her, kissing her, and his hand on her chin moved up to the side of her face, stroking it, pushing back past her ear, fingers moving through her hair.
She tensed for a moment, and then she seemed to surrender to his kiss.
His other hand went to her waist, feeling those curves, moving up past her waist and then back down, not wanting to go for her breasts right away, knowing that he had to build to that.
His hand rested on her full waist, and then it moved around behind her, to the small of her back, feeling a part of her fat ass beneath it and wanting more.
One of her hands went to his face, tentatively stroking it, and then moved down over his chest, feeling his muscles.
He could sense that she was still tense. He wanted to ease her into this.
He pulled back from the kiss for a moment and looked into her eyes.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" he asked her.
She looked awkward.
“I should tell you,” she said, looking away, “I’ve never…I mean…”
He put a finger to her lips.
“It’s OK,” he said, softly, “we can take our time.”
She smiled at him, seemingly reassured, and then she took hold of his hand, leading him through to her room.
As soon as they were there, he pulled her back to him, their bodies coming together, and he felt her softness against him, the breasts like pillows hitting him, and then he was kissing her again, kissing her more roughly now, his tongue probing greedily in her mouth.
For a moment, she tensed again, but he felt her quickly relax, and he knew that she was just as into this as he was, and that as she continued to loosen up, this experience was only going to get better.
Her hand moved over his shirt again, and her other hand went to one of his arms, moving up and down it, seemingly paying special attention to his bicep, and he had the impression that she liked his muscles.
There was plenty that he liked about her as well - her big, ripe body had plenty of delights to offer him, and he was determined to sample every single one of them, to explore every single curve of her body, every single fold, every crevice.
Both of his hands were on her waist again.
One of them now moved around behind her and this time didn't hesitate to go to her ass.
But he was gentle here, resisting the temptation to give her a playful spank.
Instead, he caressed her tenderly, stroking that fat ass and letting her know that he liked her size, that it turned him on.
His other hand moved around to the front of her body. She was leaning up slightly to kiss him, and it had pulled her top up so that he could feel a small patch of skin between her shorts and her top.
He wanted more of that, and he pushed his hand up beneath her top, finding her stomach as it swelled outward, and his hand moved over it.
He felt her tense again. He got the impression that she was self-conscious about her size.
Had no man ever told her how sexy those curves were?
How gorgeous that size of hers was? He felt as though it was his duty to do just that.
His hand on her ass gripped it harder now, giving in to his desires now, his fingers pushing into the soft flesh, and then he pulled her to him, pushing the hard bulge of his cock against her. He wanted her to know the effect that she was having on him.
Once again, she seemed to tense for a moment as he started to grind against her. He thought that maybe he had blown it, that he was moving too fast.
But then she relaxed, and he continued. She didn’t respond, didn’t grind back, and he supposed that she didn’t know what to do. He was sure that he could teach her. He would learn her body as he taught her all of the ways of pleasure, and it would be a great lesson for both of them.
His hand beneath her top continued moving over her stomach.
Her hands had frozen for a moment, but now they were moving all over his body, feeling his firm muscles.
One of her hands now went beneath his shirt, and he could feel that she was getting more turned on, getting more and more into this. He had a feeling that when she really got going, there would be no stopping her, and he couldn't wait to see that happen.
He continued to massage her ass. He rested his other hand now on her stomach, not wanting to push things too far too quickly.
But it seemed as though something in her had been awakened now.
He felt her pushing against him, and for a moment it even seemed as though she was rubbing herself against the hard bulge in his pants, giving in to it, wanting it.
He felt her breasts against him, felt her ass beneath his hand, and his hand on her stomach moved around to her waist, stroking those sweet curves as their kiss intensified.
One of her hands went to the back of his head, her fingertips massaging his skull, then moving down to the back of his neck.
Her hand then moved down his body, down to the top of his pants, and then up again.
Then, it went down again, going to his ass, grabbing it, and he felt as though she had been building up to this moment, wanting it but feeling nervous, and finally her desire had overcome her nerves.
He felt as though he was unlocking something within her now.
Their kiss intensified, and then he moved his lips to the corner of her mouth, to her cheek, and then down to her throat. She tilted her head to one side, and he buried his face there. He could hear her heavy breathing, and then he bit her lightly. When he did that, she let out a slight cry.
He raised his face to look into her eyes, seeing how wide they were, seeing that there was still some nervousness there, but that her lust was overtaking it, pushing it down.
He wondered to himself just how wet she was now, wondered how it would feel to slide inside her. He had a feeling that he was going to be finding out the answer to that very soon now.
Their bodies pushed together now, writhing together.
A part of him was waiting for her to take the lead, to undo his shirt, but he had a feeling that he was going to have to take control here.
He could sense that she wanted it, but he could also sense that her inexperience meant that she was still waiting for him to lead the way.
He knew that he had to guide her. A part of him wanted to fully take control, to simply ravish her right here, tear her clothes off, throw her down on the bed, climb on top of her plump body and pound away at her, fucking her hard as she screamed.
But he knew that wasn't the way here. He had to guide her.
He decided that this was the time to really move things forward, to begin her journey to womanhood properly - and move him closer to being inside her, where he wanted to be the most.
His hand went beneath her top again. He moved it up once more, and when his fingers brushed against the underside of her breast, he felt her body tense for a moment. He broke off the kiss to look into her eyes.
She seemed to be deciding just what to do.
Then, a shy smile appeared on her face. She reached up and took hold of his face, pulling it to her, and then one of her hands was on the back of his head while her other hand moved down over the front of his body, and she was kissing him so passionately that he knew just what she meant by it,
that she was telling him that, yes, this was what she wanted as well.
It was as though she was giving him permission to move things forward, offering herself to him.
His hand moved up to her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he could feel that softness beneath his hand, the incredible, perfect, roundness of her breast.
His hand moved over it, stroking it, and then he took hold of it and gave it a slight squeeze.
Once again, she seemed to tense for a moment, but this time when she relaxed, she seemed to almost melt, almost go limp.
He massaged her breast, and now he started to kiss her throat again.
He could hear her heavy breathing now, and when he took hold of her stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it and then giving it a slight tweak, he heard her cry out.
Then, he tweaked it again, and she cried out again, and this time he felt as though she was completely unrestrained, giving in to her desires now, letting herself be free.
When he felt her hand moving over the front of his body, he decided that it was time to give her something that he knew she wanted.
He reluctantly took his hand away from her breast and stepped back from her, smiling at her. She was breathing heavily now, and he couldn't help but look at the way that her breasts rose and fell, heaving, thinking about how good they felt.
He had to drag his eyes away from them to look into her eyes. There was a new hunger in her face now, and he couldn’t wait to see her unleashed fully.
Slowly, he undid his shirt. Her eyes were on his movements, every single button as it came undone. Then, when he had the shirt undone, he shrugged it off, revealing his toned body to her.
He saw her eyes light up then. He was ready to go to her, to let her feel his body properly, but it seemed as though she had other ideas, and that she was taking her cues from him now.
Suddenly, completely surprising him, she pulled her own top up over her head, allowing him to now see her sexy, curvy body.
He looked at her, mesmerized. Her waist pushed out slightly over the sides of her shorts, her stomach hung slightly over the front, and it all signaled that sweet softness that he had been feeling, that he wanted more of.
But the real prize here was her breasts. They seemed to be defying gravity, huge and round and sitting there, ready for fun.
Her nipples were large and dark, both of them sticking out, and his eyes moved from one breast to the other.