Page 52 of Bad Habit
“Baby, there are lots of things besides full-on intercourse that feel good.”
She pulled in a ragged breath. “Really?”
“You bet.” I kissed her softly. “I should get cleaned up.”
“We’re done?” The disappointment in her voice was clear.
“We can do whatever you want, baby. This is for you.”
She nibbled her lower lip, and the pink on her cheeks grew darker. “The problem is, I don’t… I don’t exactly know what I want. I need you to show me, to teach me.”
A huge breath filled my lungs as an equally huge grin took over my face. “Well, as your official sin consultant, I do have a few suggestions.”
Smiling shyly, she smiled. “What happened before…” She touched the damp fabric of her robe. “What you just… The ejaculation. Do women feel something like that, too?”
I traced my fingers between her throat and chin as I considered how to answer. “Not being a woman, I don’t know exactly. But I’m pretty sure it can be just as great. Maybe better. You want to find out?”
She nodded, slowly. “Yes. Please.”
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded. Then glanced down. “Are we going to… to fornicate now?”
I smiled, trying to be reassuring. “Let’s build up to that. Better if I give my di—that part of my body a rest for now.”
“Then what will we do?”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea. If you let me, I’m going to make you feel so good. I’ll make you feel like you’re on fire.”
Her chest heaved as her breaths came harder and faster, and I hoped I could live up to the promise. If this was how turned on she got from anticipation, I couldn’t wait to make her come.
“Okay if I touch you?” I asked.
“You are touching me.” She sighed as my hand roamed her throat and I kissed her cheek.
“I mean, can I touch you—in other places? Anywhere I want?”
Her breath caught. “Yes. But…” Her hand gathered the fabric of the robe at her chest. “I feel silly, but I’m shy. No one’s ever seen me…”
“You can leave the robe on. And remember. Anytime you want. Stop me.”
She nodded and I kissed her again, more slowly, more thoughtfully this time, and I loved how her body responded, arching against me as a low moan erupted from her chest. I longed to explore her naked body like she’d explored mine, to see and touch every part of her, but I had to take this slow. The visuals could wait.
One hand cupping her head as we continued to kiss, my other one roamed, caressing her throat, her neck, then venturing under the edges of the robe to explore her collarbones, her shoulders, the delicate places high on her chest.
Slowly but surely she relaxed into my touch, and at each subtle release of her tension, I allowed myself to delve farther until my fingers were skirting the tops of her tits. Taking her lips in a passionate kiss, I traced her breast with my fingers, circling its edges. She moaned and so I pressed my palm up, cupping the weight of her soft mound in my hand.
Her kissing became more passionate, more urgent, her teeth scraping along my plunging tongue. My damn dick was getting hard again. So hard. So soon. This woman… My cock would not rest until it had what it wanted. What we both wanted, I hoped.
Still cupping her breast, I slid my thumb over her nipple, back and forth as it formed a stiff point, and her spine responded, moving her body like fluid in my hands. The sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. I transferred my attention to her other nipple and was similarly rewarded as it hardened instantly, her body undulating, her kisses growing more passionate.
Emboldened, I took her nipple between two fingers and gave a light squeeze.
She sighed into my mouth, and so I continued this way, kissing her, fondling her tits until I sensed even more changes in her body, further yielding, but increased urgency, too. She was squirming under my touch, rubbing her legs together, clearly trying to stimulate herself whether she knew it or not. And fuck, it turned me on.
Breaking our kiss, I bent and took one of her nipples into my mouth as my hand firmly cupped her other boob.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. Her head tipped back against the window, eyes closed. The top half of her robe had fallen open at some point and slipped off one shoulder. She didn’t seem to mind, or perhaps she hadn’t noticed, and as much as I wanted to take this slowly, to make it a positive experience for her, no part of me wanted to pull the robe up.
