put their two glasses on the table and said, “I think I would.”
Ronnie wrapped her hand around the back of Tim’s neck and gently pulled him toward her. She framed his face with her hands as he touched her lips with his. Gently, teasingly, she moved her mouth over his, nipping his lower lip with her teeth. “Ummm, nice,” she purred.
Tim sat back. “This is so awkward. I don’t know what to do with my hands. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” He looked away.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Ronnie said, “but I’ll be very disappointed.”
Suddenly annoyed with the whole thing, he looked at her and snapped, “I don’t need charity.”
Ronnie stood up, unzipped her jeans, and slid them to her knees. She grabbed Tim’s hand and pressed it against the crotch of her panties. “What do you feel? Am I hot and wet for you? Does this feel like charity?”
Her heat warmed his hand and her wetness made his fingers damp. She wanted him. Really wanted him. He looked into her eyes and saw desire burning there. Oh Lord, don’t let me back out, he prayed, both to himself and to Ronnie.
She pulled his hand away from her crotch and held it while she slid her jeans back up and sat back down on the sofa. “I want you,” she said softly, her gaze never leaving his eyes, “but I’ll stop if you really want me to.” She raised his hand to her mouth and placed a kiss on the end of each finger. “Should I stop?”
“No,” he moaned.
She flicked her tongue over the tip of his index finger. “Then let’s pretend that this is your cock.” She drew the tip of his finger into her mouth. “Can you feel it? Does it feel good?”
He certainly could and it was unbelievably erotic. Electricity sparked in his groin, hardening his penis. “It feels very good.” The words came out as part breath and part groan.
“Good. Then close your eyes and let me suck you.” Tim closed his eyes and let his head fall onto the back of the sofa. It would be all right. Millimeter by millimeter she pulled Tim’s index finger into her mouth, licking and nipping at the tip. She moved to the second finger and sucked it, then the third and then the pinkie. She lavished attention on each finger of his other hand in turn, until heat radiated from his body.
“This is how much I want you,” she whispered. She took his hand and rubbed the palm against one erect nipple. This was wonderful. She could use his hand to touch herself exactly the way she wanted. She pressed and rubbed, arching her back and reveling in the sensations caused by his hand on her breast. Despite her hunger, however, she went no further, wanting Tim to take some of the initiative.
Soon touching Ronnie’s breast through her shirt wasn’t enough for Tim. He wanted to kiss her, to touch and taste her. He licked his lips and stared at her mouth. “I want you.” Hesitant to do anything to break the mood, yet unable to resist any longer, he leaned forward and brushed Ronnie’s lips with his. Suddenly he needed to devour and be devoured. He moved his head so he could delve into her warm mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Ronnie had never been kissed so thoroughly. “Oh Tim,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed for a long time, as Ronnie slowly stretched out on the sofa and pulled him over her so that his body covered hers.
“Too many clothes,” Ronnie whispered when they paused for breath. As Ronnie removed her blouse and tossed it on a chair Tim stood up and pulled off his shirt. His body was just as beautiful as Ronnie had anticipated. When he stood and started to unbutton his jeans, Ronnie stopped him. “Not yet.” She stood up and moved so close to him that her lace-covered breasts brushed the sparse hair on his chest. Slowly she ran her hands over his well-developed shoulders. “When you opened the door I knew your body would look like this,” she murmured. “So beautiful.”
“I go to the gym a couple of times a week,” he said, breathless. “I lift.”
“You certainly do,” Ronnie said, sliding her palms over his chest and down his back. “Your body is wonderful.”
Tim unhooked Ronnie’s bra and freed her breasts. “So is yours.”
Ronnie slid Tim’s hands down her ribs. “Pick me up,” she said. “I want to feel you move.”
With Ronnie’s palms on his upper arms, Tim tightened his hands on her waist and lifted. “I love the way your muscles move under your skin,” she said, kneading Tim’s biceps.
“And I love your tits,” he said, holding her so her breasts were level with his mouth. He took one nipple and drew it into his mouth.
Her hands roaming over Tim’s smooth shoulders and back, Ronnie let her head fall back, exposing her smooth, white throat. Tim took the invitation and lowered her slightly so he could nuzzle her neck. Holding her easily with her feet inches off the floor, Tim licked Ronnie’s pulse points and nibbled at the tender spot where her neck joined her shoulder. “You taste so good,” he moaned.
He set her down gently and continued kissing her neck and shoulders. Soon neither of them could stand, so they quickly removed their jeans and underwear and stretched out on the sofa. “This feels so strange,” Ronnie said, rubbing her back against the rough texture of the sofa’s fabric. “It’s actually erotic.”
Tim rubbed his arms over the material. “I’ll never think about this sofa the same way.”
“I want you, you know.” Not giving the flash of panic she saw a chance to blossom, Ronnie reached for Tim’s already-hard cock. She unwrapped the condom she had dropped on the table earlier and slowly unrolled it onto Tim’s hard cock. “Cold?”
“Yes,” he said. “And very exciting.”
“Let me share it.” She rubbed the end of his cold, wet prick over her wet pussy. “Ummm, it is cold. And I’m so hot for you.” She positioned his erection between her inner lips and arched her back. His cock drove into her. “Hold still and let me,” she said, squeezing her vaginal muscles and watching the pleasure clearly visible on Tim’s face.
She turned and pushed him back so his head rested against the back of the sofa and he was half sitting and half lying. “Hold still and just feel.” She sat on his lap and impaled herself on his shaft. She used her thighs to raise her body, then drop, over and over, altering the speed and depth to suit her desires.
“Oh Lord,” he moaned. “I’m going to shoot.”
“Not yet,” Ronnie said as orgasm built deep within her. “Hold completely still and feel, but don’t come.” When she felt him twist, she snapped. “Don’t move and don’t come!” He opened his eyes and stared at her. Slowly a smile spread over his face and he nodded.
She settled in his lap barely moving, his cock deep inside of her. “I’m going to come and I want you to share it.” She took Tim’s hand and touched her clit. Waves of pleasure started at her toes and deep in her belly and washed over her body ending in her pussy. “Feel,” she yelled.
Her orgasm clutched at his cock, drawing his climax from him. “Yes. Now!” she groaned. “Do it.” He thrust upward once, twice, then came, hard. Almost without movement, their mutual orgasms continued for long seconds. Ronnie collapsed pulling Tim with her and they dozed, tangled together.
Later,
