His scent for woman enveloped me,for the first time I my life,I shared my bed, and resented it mightily. Enough that he held me fast.Your beautiful he said with his hands touching my breast, curling beneath its weight, lifting it a bit as he bent his head to touch the furled crest with the tip of his tongues
I couldn't say a word, he ruubed his cheek against my breast,gently, as though he feared the faint stubble on his face might scratch my tender flesh.But not so, for I lifted against his gentle movement,and he laughed, a soft,teasing sound.
You're more than I expected, sweetheart. I'd thought to coax you, try to talk you out of your clothing as he lifted up and met my gaze ....
My breasts fit in his palms, firm and yet soft and tender, and hiw that should be so was a mystery to him..I knew where this was going to end as he levered himself between my thights and found the entrance to my body readily,stretching me once more with his fingers,didn't know he recognize the small withdrawal as he widened his pathway as much as he could. And then he returned his agile fingers to the plce that gave me most pleasure an I whispered words in his ear that he did not recognize, I wanted him to move too the next step.
The heat of my body called to him as his entered me carefully.

A story written by Rita