Chapter 12 #2
She's quick to shed her Converse, black today, and throw her dress on the floor. My breath catches in my throat as my gaze snags on her perfect tits. She's wearing a flimsy, filmy pink bra and matching pink panties.
"So sweet," I murmur. I want to touch her all over, but I'm going slow. I get up, shucking off my T-shirt because that was what we agreed on, then circle the bed and drop into a spot beside her.
She rolls onto her side, looking like a Siren if I've ever seen one.
Her skin is pale as fresh-skimmed milk, dotted here and there with freckles.
My fingers brush over her shoulder, caress the lines of her collarbone, trace the column of her sternum down to the sweet swell of her breasts.
I lean in, nuzzling her ear, and then kiss her neck again.
"Oh," she says, her voice a mere whisper. "Alex..."
"You like that, hmm?" I kiss the hot skin over her pulse, which races like a runaway train.
Mollie touches my cock, teasing, shapes it with her fingers. I scoot closer and press her hand against my chest. "You can touch me, Freckles. Just over the clothes. Remember the rules."
Her breath catches and she explores the ripples and dips of my chest and shoulders. I tease the skin between her belly button and her panties. She moans something breathy that might have been my name.
"You like that?"
"Yeah. Yes."
I flatten my palm against her lower abdomen, kissing her lips. She groans, the sound of her making my cock jump.
This is harder than I thought. I change tactics, tease the skin of her breasts just above her bra. She whines a little.
"Alex. Please?"
"Please what, Freckles? Use your words."
She takes my hand and settles it on her breast. "Touch me. Touch my tits."
"Impatient," I admonish her as I smirk. That's the whole point of this exercise. To slow it down, give her time to really experience it.
And to prove to myself that I’m not a greedy, ruinous man like my dad. That thought nettles me.
I shape her nipple through her bra. It hardens under my attention and she whines again.
"More."
"More what?"
She looks at me, her eyes gone dark. "More, Alex. Please?"
"When you say it so nicely..."
I lie flat on the bed, moving her to straddle my hips. Her eyes widen as she braces her hands on my bare chest. "Oh god."
"Relax." I scoot her up a bit so my persistent hard-on is lying flat against me, not poking her. Then I reach around her body, unclasping her bra. I kiss her neck as I draw her bra off her arms. Her tits are amazing, just enough for a scant handful, but perky with soft pink nipples.
"Fuck, Freckles." I breathe out and kiss her neck just to keep myself from biting them.
Mollie gives me an uncertain look, then slides one of her hands over her breast, capturing the nipple between two fingers. She makes eye contact with me while a groan slips from her lips. "Feels good."
I can't help myself. Burying my face against her breast, I kiss her nipple. It tastes sweet, just like she smells, and I moan against her soft skin.
She thrusts her hips against me, an unconscious movement.
But I French kiss her nipple and grab her ass, encouraging her to move.
She does, flexing her hips the first few times.
Then she adjusts, leaning back until she's perched right on my pulsing cock.
Even through the barely-there fabric, I can feel her hot pussy.
I freeze up for a moment, very close to embarrassing myself. Unless I want to come in my pants in the next five seconds, I need to take control. Her pussy presses flush with my cock, she straddles my hips.
"That feels so good." She puts a hand down on the bed beside me and rubs herself against me like a cat. "Really good, Alex."
"Keep going." I settle one hand at her waist and one shapes her nipple. She hisses and widens her legs, sliding toward me and back. "Fuck."
“Oh god.” She snaps her hips again.
"You like that? Rubbing your hot little pussy against my cock? Take what you need, Freckles. Use me to get yourself off."
Closing her eyes, she rocks on my stiff cock, going faster, grinding down harder. Until she’s clenching, mouth open, body shaking, a moan pouring out of her. Fuck, watching her come is amazing.
When she slows but doesn’t stop, leaning down to kiss my lips, I lose it.
“Fuck, Freckles,” I whisper. I can't hold back. Groaning, I thrust up a few times until the tip of my cock explodes hot cum in my pants.
“Shit,” I mumble. “Sorry. You’re too fucking hot for me, Molls. A guy can only take so much.”
“Don’t apologize.” Mollie laughs softly and kisses me. "That was amazing."
I grin as I kiss her slowly, trailing my fingertips down her neck and shoulders. She's so soft. Her body against mine, her skin under my fingertips. The heat of her pussy still pressed against my softening cock.
I'm a man who has tried everything at least once, sexually. But watching Mollie come undone, writhe and shake rapturously while she took what she needed from me...
A new kink that I've never explored may have just been unlocked when she came.
And I already know that if she asks again, I'll give her whatever she wants.