Chapter 4

His hands would be the death of her. Even before the make-out session heated up, they danced up and down her sides, giving her shivers that made her twist his shirt tighter and pull him closer and closer until before they knew it he was lying over her, her shirt was somewhere behind the couch, and his fingertips traced the outline of her bra, teasing each inch of skin until she felt dizzy.

She reached out to unbuckle his pants and slide them hurriedly off. Kicking them to the floor, he slid further up, reaching his head to lick and bite her neck as she arched up, desperate to feel his erection against her body. She broke away to pull his shirt over his head, seeing her hunger in his eyes too. She pushed him back to the other end of the couch, quickly removed her jeans, and straddled him, rubbing herself on him as he threw his head back and moaned. She slid down and away, caressing him, licking his skin until the begging coming out of his mouth couldn't even form words. She licked him slowly, deliberately. Determined to drag this out just a little bit, because she knew that as soon as he was inside her they would both be lost.

She teased him with her tongue while his hand lovingly caressed her cheek. To her shock she found this single gesture completely transformed the moment from deliciously naughty to something even more exciting. She felt that burning, that yearning, taking over. His hand on her cheek stopped, and she could her him gasping as he pushed her away.

From his look, frantic, unguarded, desperate, she could see that he was getting close.

"Bedroom?" he asked.

"Bedroom."

"Condom?"

"Pill."

She walked ahead as he tried to regain himself a bit. She gracefully unhooked her bra as she walked, letting it fall to the floor and felt his hands settle on her hips, pulling him back against her. She shivered to feel his erection so hard against her, his hand teasing her mercilessly, the other tickling her side, his tongue against her back. She pushed back against him and let herself go limp, giving up to his ministrations. She let him take control, driving her to the edge, guiding her the rest of the way to the bedroom, underwear lost along the way.

Just before they reached the bed, she stopped, taking in his body, caressing him, enjoying him. He kissed her sweetly and drew her closer, and skin against skin, their need took over again. He sampled her, she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, letting him slide effortlessly inside her. They took a moment, before she started riding him wildly, feeling perfectly filled. He cried out and saw nothing with open eyes, grabbed her hips as he started moving desperately. When he began to come, he took his hand again to her, the other hand on her back, keeping them joined. She lost control and came while he was still hard inside her.