I felt so much better but was still terrified, as I was keeping something from her. And I had to tell her. “Annie? I have to tell you something I’ve never…” I couldn’t finish it. She didn’t let me either. She drew her fingertips across my lips and smiled. “I’ve never been someone’s introduction to the wonders of lovemaking either, Paul…so it will be special for both of us.” And in that moment of her love and compassion…her kindness and generosity of spirit, I think I loved her more in that instant than I’ve loved anyone before or since. Our fingertips gently stroked each other’s faces as she brought her lips down again to mine. Softly brushing…grasping…exploring, our lips danced in that tender mating ritual that I – no, we – had longed for. As our tongues met, swirling softly against each other, we rolled over onto our sides, my hands moving through her hair…and softly, slowly down her back. I wanted to – had to savor this. I wanted to touch and taste and see and feel every part of her slowly…to burn the memories into my mind forever. Her hands moved down my chest and around to my ass…touching…gently squeezing. Her hand moved around to the waistband of my shorts, giving them a tug.
“‘Jammies’, huh?” she said with a twinkle in her eye. We both laughed, and that was a great feeling. It seemed so natural that laughter and lovemaking should go together. “Well, I lied,” I said, gently squeezing her ass through her T-shirt and panties, “I don’t own ‘jammies’ – I haven’t worn them since I was thirteen – oh my God!” She was nibbling on my earlobe, and a bolt of electricity shot from my ear straight through my body to my cock. It felt like I was on fire. “Mmmmm….” she moaned, whispering in my ear, “so what do you usually wear to bed?” She started tracing the tip of her tongue around my ear, slowly and softly swirling it inside. “I…I…oooh…usually…mmmm….” I stammered, my voice shaking, “…I…you’re…making it…ahh…I can’t…” She slowly swirled her tongue in and out of my ear. “Come on, baby…” she cooed, “tell me…what do you usually wear?” She began feasting on my neck, just below my ear…sucking gently and swirling her tongue. It made me nuts. “Nnn…oh God…nothing! I don’t wear anything!” I gasped. My hands were in her hair, and I pulled her to my lips, kissing her passionately. I kissed down to her neck to return the treatment she’d just given me. Her moans came from deep in her throat as she drew her hands under my shirt. “Ohhh…yeah…. I don’t wear anything either…mmm, baby…do you know what we have here?” I kissed up to her lips. “What?” I asked. “We have two people in this bed who are wearing far too many clothes…” she purred as she tugged on my shirt.
We laughed and sat up, and she pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my hairy chest and hard nipples to her. “Oh, God…” she moaned as she leaned in to kiss my broad shoulder, “I’ve seen you in a tank top before…but…mmmm…” I felt her shudder slightly as she kissed down my chest to my nipples, kissing and sucking and fluttering her tongue on them. God, that made me hot. My hands were drawn to her breasts, and I cupped and squeezed them gently through her shirt. My movements were slow and deliberate. Part of me wanted to tear her shirt from her body and ravish her. But she’d had enough of that from my uncle. Besides, tonight I was an explorer. And I wanted to slowly discover every inch of her.