What this man could do with his hands. I wanted to groan in pleasure simply from his hands. I had been with countless men, men of all experiences. I had been with high class politicians, lowly street bums, and middle class blue collared workers. Some were amazing in bed, some.... well, some needed guidance in that area.
But Ethan. God Ethan knew exactly what he was doing. He was making me crazy. I could feel the heat rise to my head as his tongue found a nipple. My hands found their way into his hair, and I arched my back into him. I was getting all hot and bothered. I'd need sweet release soon at this rate.
His tongue was like a magic I had never before encountered. I wasn't generally monogamous, but if women found a man like this, I could understand the want to only ever be with the one guy that could make them feel this way. To be the only one the man would caress and kiss in this way was a real treat in and of its own.
As he went to the other breast, I chastised myself to not have picked a form with bigger breasts. I mean, these were C's and big enough. But, I had a real bomb shell with DD's and the hips on that woman were the curviest I had ever seen. I had found her on a farm where she had let me take refuge from a bad thunder storm. She was married to a farmer, and while she had the potential to do anything and everything, she had squandered it for love. Or what she said was love.
I myself didn't really believe in love. Not anymore. It hurt you more than it helped. I had shut off that attachment and emotion years ago. I was fine just the way I was. If you loved someone great, but do not flaunt it in front of me. It was of no use to me.
I couldn't help it, I let a moan escape my lips and I yanked his head back and pushed him up against the wall one more time, ducked my head down so that I was face to face with the being that proved his excitement and lust for me was something great.
Taking it in my hand, I heard him inhale sharply, and when I placed it in my mouth, he gasped in pleasure. Keeping my eyes on his the whole time, I used my tongue, lips, hands to my advantage and helped him get close to his peak. His hands found their way to my head and were helping me bob my head. I could tell he was getting close.
I brought my head back, letting my touch circle the head once before I stopped. I wasn't going to let him reach the peak. Not yet. Not without me. If he was gonna get a release so sweet, I wanted it to. I could tell in his eyes what he wanted.
I stood up and kissed him once more. "Where's your room?" I asked him. "Or would you rather take me right here?" It really didn't matter to me. I would be ready and willing either place. But, if we really wanted to have fun, I figured the confines of his room would suit us a bit better. But, I let him make the decision.
