Gently

He stroked my cheek, cupped it in his large, warm hand.  His thumb caressed my lips.  Gently taking off my glasses, he looked deep into my eyes.  I made a sarcastic comment about being blind.

“You don’t need to see for this, Sweets,” he murmured.

He took my face in both hands, his fingers feeling the smooth lines of my jaw, nose, lips.  He seemed to be letting his hands memorize me.  One hand moved down to my neck, his fingers still playing with my lips and jaw.  His other hand moved to my hair, firmly yet gently tugging my head back.

He leaned in to kiss my lips, his mouth soft against mine.

His free hand moved from my neck down my collarbone, leisurely stroking the bony ridge until I shivered.  With both hands, he began to unbutton my shirt.  Each button came undone effortlessly; my breasts no longer straining against the fabric.  When the last button was free, his hands moved back up to my shoulders, and he slowly moved my shirt down my arms.  It fell, forgotten to the floor.

His palms moved down my chest to my breasts, covered still in lace.  He pulled me in close and wrapped his arms around me, and I felt him unclasp my bra.  He took hold of each strap and slowly lowered my bra, exposing my full breasts.  He tossed it to the side.  Goosebumps appeared as I trembled.  The room was cool, but I barely noticed.  Each hand claimed a breast, cupping them, feeling their firmness.  His left pinched my nipple, while his right stroked my other nipple with the pad of his thumb.  I squeaked; he chuckled.

He dipped his head and took the tweaked, throbbing nipple in his mouth.  Wet heat engulfed me.  His teeth sank in, and I cried out.  My head fell back, and I gripped his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, Sweets.”

Lowering himself to his knees, he relinquished hold of my breasts.  A sense of emptiness filled me.  He leaned into my stomach, and I held his head to me, stroking his hair.  He leaned back and looked at ne, his eyes cloudy with desire.  His hands came to the waistband of my skirt, and he tugged.  He looked up at me again, this time in surprise.  I wasn’t wearing any panties.  I blushed.

“I hope you don’t think that was silly of me,” I whispered.

“Oh, Sweets, no.  I love it,” he replied.

He pulled down my skirt, I stepped out of it, and it landed in the growing pile of clothes.

His hands stroked my legs from ankle to ass, creating friction and heat.  I quivered and didn’t think I could take much more. At that moment, he gently kissed my pussy.  I felt one hand push my leg.  I spread my legs and felt his tongue dip into my core.  Both hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer.  He gently took my clit in between his teeth.  I screamed and felt my legs give out.  He caught me and gently lowered me to the floor.

He settled between my legs, licking and nibbling my pussy and clit.  I felt an orgasm building.  His tongue refused to stop.  He began to stroke my clit, while his tongue moved in and out of my cunt.  I began to moan, tossing my head side to side.  My body began to convulse; lights exploded behind my eyes as I came.  He continued gently licking my pussy for a few more moments, maintaining his grip on my thighs.

Finally, he looked up at me and smiled.

“Ready for some more, Sweets?”