Breaking the kiss long enough to speak, Aly asked “Then what would you want to do to me.”
Moving to her neck again, he replied “It’s your turn to say what you would do to me”
She smiled and shook her head. “I’m yours. I’ll do what you ask of me.”
He felt his cock stir in his pants at her words. “Okay then. Next I think I would touch your back, chest and stomach, and take off your shirt the rest of the way. I think you should take my shirt off as well.”
Aly again kissed him. His hands slid beneath her opened shirt. His cool fingers were a counterpoint to the fire they traced across her body. He gently brushed at the small of her back, and across her belly. Grasping the base of his shirt, Aly lifted upwards to slide it over his head, before discarding it to the ground. His hands came to her shoulders, and slid her shirt down onto the bed. A flush raced across her face as his hands and eyes ran across her exposed skin.
Again they broke off the kiss, leaning back slightly to take each other in. With gentle fingers, she felt and the lean muscle he carried. He wasn’t ripped, but beneath a faint layer of chest hair he had some definition. He also touched her bare skin, taking in her smooth, milky skin. Her breasts, the size of his fists, still remained covered in a plain bra. Between the cool air in the room and her growing arousal, her nipples stood out dark and hard through it’s white fabric.
Kissing him again, she spoke “Come on, what next?”
“Next? Why don’t I just show you.” He kissed her hard, leaning her back into the bed. His hands wandered everywhere, and his kisses starting working lower across her chest and stomach, taking his time on her cleavage. Gentle hands worked her socks off of her feet, and then slowly worked their way up her calves. They slipped under her skirt, and she felt herself tense slightly as he brushed her knees and thighs. When they came to her hips, he took her panties with both hands, removing them from her without lifting her skirt or breaking his trail of kisses. Though it was still covered by her skirt, she felt a thrill at her now exposed pussy
He discarded her undergarment on the floor and his kisses returned to her lips. Tom lay down beside her. “Take off my pants.”
She fumbled at his belt and fly, before undoing them both and pulling them free of his legs. His boxers were tented hard, dots of precum covering the front. As she went to lay down next to him, he shook his head. “No, sit over me.”
Eyeing his thin boxers and knowing of her partially exposed state, she hesitated before complying. Aly tossed a leg over his hips, and arranged her skirt to cover both their lower halves. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her into a kiss. The shifting position drew her hips down onto his, and she could feel the heat of his hardened manhood pressing between her thighs. An electric buzz filled her as his cock strained against it’s concealment. Her lips grew slick as she felt his rod near to filling her.
Tom’s hands grasped her bra and undid the clasp. He pushed her upright, settling himself even harder against her exposed pussy, and withdrew the bra from her shoulders. With a gentle hand, he brushed her long hair aside, revealing her now bare chest. Her nipples were rock hard, rosy red thimbles that stood out in hard contrast to her pale skin. With a flick, the bra hit the floor, and his hands slid up her waist. He brushed across the swell at the base of each breast, and circled them. Her skin was somehow even smoother here, taught against the firm mounds that stood from her chest. He took one in each hand, reveling in how they seemed to fit perfectly in his gentle grip. His thumbs gently brushed her nipples, and she found herself unconsciously grinding her hips.
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