Page 603 of One More Kiss

Her hips lift from the piano. Taking the hint, I suckle and worship her breasts. Sliding her panties down, I feel the soft cotton in my hands as I reach her knees. She wiggles, kicking them to the floor. All she’s wearing now is a floral skirt that is practically sitting at her waist. Somehow, I manage to unsnap it. As I tug on it, she lifts her hips, one at a time, to help me remove it. Her hands are on my head. Her fingers are basically holding my face hostage as I enjoy her breasts. I yank against her grip. She loosens it and I lean back, looking my fill. Kristee is nude atop the piano. Her curves are everything I imagined. She’s exactly as a woman should be. A Madonna.

Blushing, she tries to cover herself. Her hands reach for her crotch as her arm crosses over her chest. She murmurs, “Sorry, I’m not skinny.”

What? Skinny? Who the shit wants a stick for a woman?

I like curves. I like her curves. She’s fucking perfect.

Leaning down, I bite her arm lightly. “Never say that again. You’re beautiful. Women are supposed to be curvy, and baby… you are fucking exquisite.”

Her blush deepens, but she relaxes some. Pushing her in the chest, I lie her back. Her thighs part as she lands atop the piano. Gripping her inner thighs, I push her legs apart further and scoot her to the edge the piano. She squeaks, “Asher… what… Ohhhhhhh... Mmmmmm…” It ends on a moan as I lick her. Her protests disappear as I flick my tongue along her slit before rolling her nub. As I continue, her back arches and her hands grasp at the sides of my head. She’s no longer trying to push me away. Now, she’s pulling my face into her pussy.

I lick, suck, and bite until she’s trembling beneath me. Inserting two fingers inside of her pussy, I finger her while I flick her clit with my tongue. I can feel her body tightening as she gasps and moans. “Asher… Ohhhhhh… Oh, God… Mmmmmm. Ohhhhhhh. Oh, Asher!”

She shatters underneath my mouth.

As her spasms quiet, I glance down. My cock is so hard and tight within my jeans that I’m in physical pain. A smirk at my predicament crosses my face. Seeing it, Kristee says, “Why are you smirking?”

My brow raises. “Because I’m as hard as a diamond. I could play this piano with my erection.”

Heat floods into her face. It travels down her cheeks and neck until it reaches her breasts. Sitting up slightly, she rolls onto her side. She’s nibbling on her lip again.

Oh shit. Okay. That’s okay.

I can just go handle it myself. Sure, it’s not the same, but as long as I can relieve the pressure, I’ll be fine.

Her foot travels over the front of my jeans and my eyes widen. She softly says, “I really want to do to you what you just did to me… but I don’t know how… I mean, I never have. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never… you know…”

She’s never given oral sex?

Was this the first time she ever received it?

I blurt out, “What? You’ve never had oral sex before? I mean… never… shit… What I mean is… you don’t have to.” I feel my own cheeks heat.

Her foot is still tracing my cock through my jeans and it’s driving me crazy. I’m about to cum in my pants.

She shakes her head. “I’ve never given… or gotten…it. The only reason that I’m not a virgin is because when I was trying so hard to be normal, I had sex… but it wasn’t… it’s never been a good experience... just now was the first time I ever… I mean… That was my first ever orgasm… from another person…”

WHAT?

I just gave her… her first oral experience and her first intimate orgasm?

Grabbing her arm, I pull her up so that she’s sitting again. She gasps at the quickness of the motion. “Kristee… I’m so happy that I just gave you another first. But no, you are not about to return the favor. Not tonight. We’ll do that some other time…

“I want to. It’s not that I don’t. But I honestly can’t right now. I’m so hot… I’m raging. Just the image of you doing it has me about to lose it.” I inhale, trying to beat back the need for release practically killing me. “That was for you. Just for you. We have time… I just need to go take care of this… I’ll go into the bathroom.”

She bites her lip as she looks down at me. “I wish you wouldn’t.” She’s practically whispering.

WHAT?

“What? What do you mean?” I blurt out, genuinely confused.

Her cheeks burn as she wraps her ankles around my waist and pulls me between her thighs with her heels. “I want you… I want to be with you when you come. I want you to do it with me… not alone in the bathroom. I’m not very good at it, but I really want to try.”

Does she mean sex? She wants me to make love to her to take care of my issue?

“Kristee, are you saying that you want me to make love to you? I’m trying to make certain I understand.” My voice almost cracks as I ask.

She nods. “That’s what I mean. Everything means something with you… I want this. If you want to…”

Everything means something with me…

I feel the same way.

If I want to… Like I wouldn’t want to?

You’re not doing it on the top of the piano, Asher.

Taking her hand, I smile at her. “I want to. But I’m not taking you on the piano for what is essentially your first time, Kristee. This is the first time that means something. We’re doing it right.”

Swallowing as she watches me, she nods, taking the hand I offer her. After helping her down from the piano, I lead her across the room to my bedroom.

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