He starts kissing lower, along her jaw and neck as she reaches behind her and unhooks her clasp.
“Suck, please,” She gasps out as his lips meet the space where her shoulders and neck connect. He does and she moans, louder than she has been.
“Yes, Nick!” His fingers find her breast the moment that she uncovers them, never breaking his kisses, still trailing fire over her throat.
He’s a little clumsy, groping and pressing, so she puts her hand on his and guides him, caressing herself with his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples until they harden to little peaks and then pinching them softly.
She pulls his head up to kiss him and he settles his thigh between her thrusting hips. He continues to knead and she moans, whimpering how good, oh God, how amazing he is. She whispers his name into their kiss, begging as his pinches get rougher and he softly begins to bite her pretty pink lips. She knows she won’t last. She has to feel him, at least some small part of him inside her when she cums. She needs it.
“Touch me, please,” She begs, looking up at him with eyes hooded and dark with lust. “Put your fingers in me and make me cum, Nick, please?”
He stops rolling her nipple and slides his hand under her waistband and slips one long, thick finger deep inside her soaking wet pussy. He’s clumsy and her jeans are too tight for him to really move, so she motions for him how to move his fingers an stroke her, then she pops the button on her jeans to give him more room. Her zipper wiggles down as he moves his hand and fingers and she wriggles out of her jeans until she’s laying there clad only in the lacy blue panties that match the bra she lost long ago.
“Nick, yes, oh God!” she whimpers into his mouth. She has one hand on his strong, muscular arm and one hand wrapped in his hair, holding his head down as she kisses him deeply. Her hips writhe around until his thumb brushes her clit and she comes undone. Her whole world fractures into a million wonderful pieces and he keeps kissing her, keeps pressing his fingers in and out as she spasms around them.
When she finally comes down, she presses his still thrusting hand away and kisses him deeply, she loves that he still has all his clothes on, even though she only has her panties. It’s a physical representation of how vulnerable she feels.
She was supposed to be the seductress, the experienced one, yet here they are. She’s boneless beneath him, softly stroking his hair and tracing her fingers lightly over his face. Up his cheeks, over his forehead, looking into his lust-filled eyes. She raises his hand to her mouth and slowly licks and sucks her cum from his fingers.
He lets out another small groan as she starts to really get into it, sucking his fingers like a small cock. She nips the pad of his index finger lightly and tells him to take off his shirt.
Despite the fact that they now chat online with him shirtless nearly all the time, seeing him now, seeing his dark skin and thick, curly hair, it feels like the first time and she bends down to kiss each of his nipples, just once, softly on each. She rolls over on top of him and runs her fingers over the muscles of his chest, stomach and arms and she is struck once more by awe that this dark, toned, adorable man has never once been with a woman. She’s struck by a need to make this first time the best, worth waiting for. She closes her eyes and splays her hands on his chest and slowly rocks her hips over his hard cock. He’s so much bigger than she expected, so much harder.