Story 37 #3
“Is this what you want?” he asked her softly. Her heart wanted to tell him that it was all that she had ever wanted. But all that she could do was nod.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
He leaned in again. This time, his hand went to the side of her face, caressing her gently as he came in closer to kiss her.
His lips pushed against hers with more conviction now. Her own lips parted as they locked together with his.
She felt his tongue in her mouth, and her own tongue went to meet his. She kissed back, kissing him passionately, her head moving from one side to the other, their noses bumping together.
She could feel the light scratch of his stubble on her soft skin. One of her hands went up to his face, and then she felt the stubble on the palm of her hand.
His hand moved from her face, down to her throat and then down to her shoulder.
It moved over the thin strap of her dress, the tips of his fingers moving over her skin.
She felt the hand move down her upper arm, and her own hand moved behind his head, her fingers pushing through his hair.
Her hand then moved down the back of his neck, finding the thick muscle at the base of it.
She massaged it lightly, and then her hand moved down, feeling his broad back.
His hand now went to her waist.
She felt how large his hand was as he took hold of her waist.
His hand then moved further down, moving down her thigh, down past the point where her dress stopped.
She felt his hand on her supple flesh, stroking her thigh.
The hand then moved right down to her knee.
She felt him take hold of it and squeeze it, and then the hand moved up her leg again, moving up beneath her dress, feeling more of her thigh.
The hand slid around to the inside of her thigh, and he was moving so close to her panties now, so close to her pussy.
She wondered if that was where he was going.
She thought that if that was the case, then he was certainly moving quickly.
But she also realized that she didn’t care, that she simply wanted him and he could move at whatever pace he wanted with her.
She had lusted after this man for so long, fantasized about a moment like this, knowing that it could never happen.
And now it was happening. Now, she was ready to give herself to him completely.
If he wanted to throw her down on the couch, tear her panties off, pull his cock out and fuck her right there, then she was ready for it.
She would let him have her however he wanted. She was his completely.
But his hand only rested there. She felt the thumb brush against the front of her panties for just a moment. The touch was so light that it could easily have been mistaken for a simple accident, but she was sure that it was deliberate. Was he teasing her? Was he teasing himself?
Her hand had moved to the front of his body.
It moved over his muscles, going from his chest down to his stomach and then up again.
As she did this, her hand pushing against him, she felt his shirt pull out of his pants.
She took this as an opportunity to move things forward somewhat and to get a bit more of what she wanted.
She pushed her hand up underneath the bottom of his shirt, feeling his body properly, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing.
Her hand moved further down, reaching the top of his pants.
She felt the thick material there, and she thought about what she knew he must be packing in there.
She thought about how hard his cock must be now, how ready it would be for action, straining to be released.
She thought about how his cock wanted to be in her tight, young pussy and how much she wanted that as well.
She ran her hand down over the front of it, going lightly herself now.
She ran the tip of one finger over it and felt a bulge there.
She was doing her best to tease him now, but that simple touch had turned her on even more as well and now she felt her hunger for him grow even further. She had to have him.
She couldn’t control herself anymore. She wanted to show him how much she wanted him. She wanted to devour him.
The position that they were in on the couch like this, turned toward one another, reaching out to one another, was good, but she knew that it could be better.
She broke off their kiss and went to her knees on the couch, turning to look down at him.
He reached out and stroked her face again.
Now, his hand moved down past her throat to her body, brushing past the outside of one of her breasts, down to her waist and then around to the front of her body, moving over her taut abs.
As his hands moved over her breasts, she found herself wishing that she hadn’t worn that bra that morning.
She thought about how wonderful it would feel to have him touch her there through the dress and really feel her breast.
But she told herself that there would be plenty of time for him to rectify that situation, anyway.
She smiled down at him, seeing the wild look of lust in his eyes. She had fantasized about this, but now she wondered if she was making some of his own fantasies come true. She wanted to help to make any of them a reality that she could.
She bent down to kiss him then, one of her hands going to his chin and tilting his face up to hers.
As she did this, as their lips locked together once more, she raised one of her legs and put it on the other side of him, straddling him and squeezing him between her thighs.
She felt his hands on her waist then, moving up until they brushed the underside of her breasts for a moment and then moving back to her waist and then down to her thighs.
Her dress had been pulled up somewhat as she straddled him, exposing more of her thighs.
His hands moved up and down them and then pushed up beneath her dress to grab hold of her ass through her panties.
She pushed herself against him, her crotch pushing at his.
She felt the hardness in his pants pushing at the front of her panties. It was wonderful, and she knew that it was just a taste of what was to come.
Her hands were on his body now, and she couldn’t control herself anymore.
As his kisses moved to her throat, to her shoulder, she undid his shirt as quickly as she could.
Toward the end, she was frustrated with how long this was taking and pulled at the front of his shirt, a couple of buttons popping off and flying around the room.
He raised his face to look into her eyes, with an amused look on his face.
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“No need to apologize,” he replied, and then she bent down to his chest, kissing his muscles, wanting to show him just how much she desired him.
His hands were still on her ass, squeezing it, kneading it.
She felt the hands move down and then the fingers pushed up through the leg holes, grabbing her ass cheeks properly.
She began grinding herself up against the hard bulge in his pants.
She raised her face to look into her eyes.
He pushed some of her hair back from her face again - she seemed to be getting increasingly disheveled, not that it really mattered at this point.
She had a feeling they were both about to get a lot more disheveled.
He pulled at his shirt, pulling it off his body, and then his hands were on the outside of her dress, moving up and down it. Then, he grabbed hold of it and began to pull on it. She knew just what it was that he wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige.
She raised her arms over her head, and he pulled on her dress, dropping it onto the floor as it came off.
Her hair was a mess now, and she tossed her head from side to side, trying to get it back in some kind of order.
Not that it mattered. His eyes were only on her body.
His hands went to her bare waist, one of them moving to the front of her body and the other moving to her ass again. The hand on her stomach then moved up her body as they began kissing again, and then she felt it pushing up beneath her bra, finding the sweet softness of her breast.
She felt him squeezing it. His kisses moved to her throat, and one of her hands went to the back of his head again. She was breathing heavily, pushing her crotch against his.
He raised his face to look into her eyes again. She knew how to give him just what he wanted.
She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra.
She felt it come loose, and then she felt his hands go to it, pulling at it, and then it was off completely, her perfect breasts exposed to him, her dark nipples pointing slightly upward as though offering themselves to him.
She put her arms down and pushed them together slightly, pushing them against her breasts and making them look even bigger as she let him enjoy what he was seeing.
She pushed her crotch against his, wanting to excite him even more.
His hands went to her waist and slid up to her breasts.
She felt them eagerly take hold of her breasts then, felt the fingers push into the softness, felt them massaging her breasts.
The thumbs moved to her nipples and flicked at them.
She felt her nipples, stiff and sensitive, and then she felt his thumbs and forefingers take hold of them, pulling on them, tweaking them slightly.
She looked up at the ceiling and let out a moan of pleasure.
His kisses were on her throat now, but now they moved down to one of her bare shoulders, licking at her skin, tasting her, and then he moved his head down further.
As he did this, she raised herself up, pushing her breasts to him, offering herself to him.
She felt his warm breath on her skin for just a moment, and then his mouth was there, kissing her breasts each in turn and then licking at them, moving to her nipples and sucking on them as she moaned softly.
She was pushing herself against his crotch again, and now she felt one of his hands move down her body, pushing down into her panties.
Her pussy was so wet now, so ready for his touch.
She felt his fingers slide down her pussy, spreading her lips.
Then she felt the tips of his fingers moving up and down her pussy.
They went to her clit then and pushed at it.
It was wonderful, and she wanted to give him some semblance of the pleasure that he was giving to her.
She reached down to his pants and undid them.