Page 56 of See You Sometime
It took him a minute to get the gist, but when he did, she hooked a foot around the back of his leg and ground her hips against him.
He took his time, kissing every bit of flesh appearing as her shirt parted until all the buttons were undone and she sat up and shrugged it off. Then she grabbed his hands, put them on her breasts over her bra, and squeezed, hard, as she stared into his eyes.
He was a smart man, fortunately. No need to break out the sock puppets. She kissed the side of his neck as he reached behind her and fumbled only for a moment with the clasp on her bra and helped her out of it. That out of the way, she grabbed his hands again and cupped her breasts with them, this time positioned so his fingers could grab and pinch and play with her nipples.
This isn’t topping from the bottom, it’s teaching.
That’s what she told herself, anyway.
First, she pulled him in for another kiss. He seemed to briefly forget he was holding her breasts as she lost herself tasting and teasing him with her tongue.
“Please, Sir,” she mumbled against his mouth. “Iwantyou.”
That was apparently the magic phrase she’d needed. It was like autopilot finally kicked in and took over and he pressed her back against the mattress, now in control of the kiss and definitely no longer tentative in that respect.
A happy sigh escaped her.
He hadn’t removed any of his clothes yet, other than his cock was still hanging out—yay!—but he worked on hers. She kicked off her sandals and arched up so he could tug her jeans down her hips and off.
His lips traced patterns across her belly, working lower, encouraged by her nudging him with her hand in his hair. Her panties soon joined her jeans.
Naked in front of him, the feel of his denim against her thighs drove her own need higher. Her clit throbbed. She knew if he slid a finger or two inside her he’d find her drenched.
He went for another kiss. This time, she hooked her legs around his hips and held him there as she rocked against him. His cock was starting to show definite signs of renewed interest.
“I know we talked test results,” she said. “I’m good not using condoms, but I brought some in case you wanted them or we do anal. I’m on the pill.”
He seemed to need a moment to process that. “What?”
She cradled his cheeks with her palms. Maybe she did need to take charge at least a little, for now. “Condoms, yes or no, Sir?”
She wasn’t sure he might not be close to passing out. “Your choice.”
She grabbed her bag and lobbed it onto the floor. “Fair warning, I usually don’t come only from fucking. That’s not on you, that’s me. So alternate methods would be greatly appreciated before you roll over for the night.”
He sat up and for a moment she thought maybe he was going to start stripping. Instead, he lowered his face to her pussy and ran his tongue up her clit.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh,fuckyeah!”
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What happened to her hair down there?
The stupid thought hit him before he’d had a moment to process and realize he was an idiot.
Oh, duh. She shaves…
Holyfuck, she shaves herpussy!
He honestly thought that only happened in porn movies.
At least it meant he could easily find his target.
He’d take all the extra help he could get.
From the noises she started making when he tentatively licked her pussy, it would seem she approved, so he kept doing it.
Her hands settled on his head and he was preparing to sit up if she pushed him off, away, but she surprised him.
