All That She Wants (Connor's Point of View Part 1) (7 page)

Then I put both my hands on her ass, lifted
her up, and placed her on the table.

Her hand dropped away from my cock, but I
didn’t care about that at the moment.

I wanted to touch her breasts.

I kissed her on the mouth and slowly moved my
fingers to her blouse, circling the curves under the cloth.

DAMN it had been too long since I’d done
this.

I felt like a teenager again, I was so
excited.

I started at the outside and slowly moved
inwards, around and around, feeling the swell of her breasts, first
cupping one, then the other, loving the weight of them in my palm.
My fingertips brushed over her nipples, which were so hard I could
feel them through both her bra and blouse.

I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to have
my mouth on them.

But I denied myself momentarily and kept on
kissing her, nuzzling her – and she kept moaning, a low, soft,
trembling sigh, her face fixed in an expression of ecstasy.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I unbuttoned her
blouse as fast as I could and pulled it off. Now she was sitting
there in front of me, creamy skin under a little black lacy bra,
the swell of her breasts tantalizing me like two gorgeous, ripe
peaches. They were smaller, maybe a B cup, but goddamn they were
beautiful – firm, soft, with an enticing little valley of
cleavage.

I had to have them NOW.

As I kissed her, I reached around and undid
the clasp.

She started to shrug off her bra, but I
stopped her.

The first time you see a woman’s breasts is
like your first sip of an exquisite wine, or tasting an incredible
dessert: it’s something you should savor, and make last as long as
possible.

“No.
I
want to do it,” I demanded, my
voice hoarse.

She nodded and looked at me so innocently it
almost killed me. I bent down and kissed her shoulders, licked her
skin, and slowly slid the strap off her left shoulder. Then I did
the right strap. Then I moved down into her cleavage, kissing and
licking as I pulled away her bra.

Jesus
Christ
she had great tits.
Teardrop shaped, perky, dark pink areolas –

I lowered my head and enveloped one with my
mouth.       

She gasped as I sucked, running my tongue
over one erect nipple, then switched to the other, always cupping
the opposite breast in my hand, playing with it, fondling it. She
arched her back like a cat and moaned louder. I pressed both of her
breasts together with my hands and let my tongue slide wetly from
one tiny erect point to the other.

And then she pushed me away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, puzzled.

“Nothing,” she whispered, those big brown doe
eyes staring into mine as she moved her hands down to my belt. “I
just want this.”

Her tone – innocent but seductive, lustful
but sweet – nearly drove me insane.

I leaned my head back and groaned as she
rubbed me through my pants. Then she undid my fly and slipped her
hand inside.

Oh FUCK.

Her soft skin, so cool to the touch, brushed
against the base of my cock, which felt scorching hot by contrast.
Her tiny fingers hesitantly encircled me, and I felt like I might
come just from that luscious, feather-soft pressure.

She slid off the table and knelt down in
front of me, her face just a couple of inches away as she undid my
belt and tugged my pants to the floor. Though she left my boxers
on, there wasn’t much left to the imagination: my cock was hard as
steel as it strained against the cloth.

Her eyes got wide as she stared at it, and
her mouth opened the slightest bit.

I’m on the bigger side of ‘large.’

I’m guessing she liked that.

She touched my thigh, and then slid her hand
around to my ass. Caressed it. Cupped it. Squeezed it.

She looked up at me coquettishly and bit her
lip.

FUCK that drove me wild.

Lily, you keep doing that, and I’m going to
throw you down on the floor and take you RIGHT NOW.

She pulled my boxers down gently, pulling my
cock down with it. I grimaced the tiniest bit – it was so hard and
rigid that it was uncomfortable pointing downward at an angle like
that – but I was enjoying the show too much to stop her. Just like
when I pulled her bra off, she appeared to be savoring the
experience. She tugged my underwear down slowly, revealing the
base… then pulled it farther, sliding the boxers further down the
shaft… until she finally pulled the cloth free of the tip.

It bobbed up into place, all discomfort
gone.

She just kept kneeling there,
looking
at it.

It was an incredible turn-on.

Most women I’ve been with have enjoyed my
cock quite a bit – although, unfortunately, not as much as my
credit cards.

But it had been a long time since anyone
looked at it with the expression Lily had right now.

Like she was entranced.

Then she did that
thing
again: she
looked up at me with those innocent brown eyes, and bit her lip,
like she wasn’t sure she should do what she had in mind.

I wanted to groan and shout, I was so
frustrated.

I was about two seconds away from throwing
her down and ravishing her –

And then… she reached out and started to play
with it.

She caressed it slowly, her touch like silk
as she ran her fingers along my entire length, circling it with her
fingers, slowly stroking up and down. The whole time she just
stared at it, watching it in her hand as she pleasured me.

I felt like I was riding a wave, several
notches below orgasm. I wasn’t going to come from it, so it was
almost like torture as she caressed me with no attempt to take me
higher.

And the whole time she just stared at it,
watching it in her hand as she pleasured me.

I moaned some more.

A contraction jolted my cock, and a huge drop
of pre-come beaded up from the slit in the head. She rubbed her
palm across it and wet my shaft down, slowly spreading my own
juices over me, slicking me down, doubling the sensation, making me
moan.

Then she leaned forward and kissed it.

I gasped when those gorgeous little lips
touched the crown.

Then it got even better.

She ran her tongue up my shaft, all the way
to the head… paused at the top… then licked me back down to my
balls.

Then she pulled my cock away from my body – I
could feel the tendons at the base strain as she pulled – and
slowly enveloped the head with her mouth.

JESUS.

Wet –
so
wet.

Warm, then hot.

Soft.

Even wetter.

She took in a little bit more of my shaft –
but not much. I could tell she wasn’t exactly experienced at this,
but I didn’t care; I was just enjoying her blissed-out expression
as she softly, sweetly sucked. I loved the feel of her mouth on me,
all wetness and heat; loved watching the head of my cock slowly
disappear into her mouth; loved seeing her soft, pink lips gliding
over my skin. She moved so slowly that I felt
everything
–
her tongue sliding across me, the wetness, the heat… all the while
staring at me with those big, brown, trusting eyes.

It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever
experienced.   

Then she started running her hands up and
down my shaft, slowly, letting some of the wetness from her mouth
dribble down and lubricate her touch. I closed my eyes and just
stood there in ecstasy, feeling her hands slippery around my girth,
her mouth lingering over my head, her tongue swirling, her
fingertips tickling my balls.

GOD I was getting so close –

But I didn’t want to come in her mouth.

I didn’t just want a blowjob.

I wanted to fuck her brains out.

I wanted to hear her moan and scream.

So I gently pushed her away from me.

The head of my cock slid away from her lips,
and suddenly I was back in control.

Well… kind of.

But I felt a wild, furious
need
inside
me that I hadn’t felt in forever.

She looked up at me, surprised, like
Did I
do something wrong?

I wanted to cup her face and tell her,
No,
you did EVERYTHING RIGHT.

But what came out instead was, “I need you
NOW,” my voice thick with lust and urgency.

She nodded, overcome, and I pulled her to her
feet.

At this point, I was a man possessed.

I had to get her clothes off her NOW.

Apparently she felt the same way about
mine.

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. She
almost ripped my tie off my neck, then undid my shirt buttons in
record time.

Once my clothes came off, she stood back and
stared at me, mouth slightly open.

I liked it – but not as much as I liked
looking at
her.

God she was delectable. Soft and sweet with
curves in all the right places.

Once I was naked I knelt in front of her,
hooked her panties, and pulled them down her legs. She was
thoroughly wet, which turned me on even more. Her underwear was
practically soaked through. Her scent wafted from the neatly
trimmed hair between her legs, tantalizing me, beckoning me.

I pulled her hand and she knelt down in front
of me. I grabbed her ass and pressed her against me as I kissed
her, deep and long and wet. Then I lowered her onto the carpet,
slow enough that she could stretch out her legs. I put one hand
against her thigh, pressing it outwards, and began to lower myself
–

“Condom,” she gasped.

Of course – damn it –

I nodded and ransacked my pants for my
wallet. Even though I’d been celibate since Miranda, I carried a
couple of condoms just in case.

For a night like tonight.

I ripped open the wrapper, pinched the end,
and started to roll it down my shaft – and noticed that I had an
appreciative audience. I liked that. I actually got harder putting
the condom on, which is not something that normally happens.

Then I got harder still when she reached out
and touched her fingers to the ring of latex, and began to slowly
unravel it all the way.

I can safely say I have
never
had a
woman put a condom on me as erotically as Lily did. Like it was
foreplay in and of itself.

Once it was unrolled all the way, I
positioned myself on top of her, and she leaned back on the floor.
I braced myself with one arm, then caressed her pussy with the
fingers of my other hand, rubbing one fingertip softly across her
drenched, swollen lips.

She cried out, and her whole body suddenly
spasmed.

I stopped what I was doing. “Are you
okay?”

She nodded several times, very rapidly. “Uh
huh.”

Wow, this girl’s right on the edge…

I leaned over and kissed her again, tasting
her lips and her tongue… and at the same time, I guided the tip of
my cock to her pussy and slowly, slowly pressed into her, sinking
into her, but no further than the head –

God DAMN that feels amazing.

She was so tight, so wet, so warm, so soft
–

Suddenly she came.

Surprised the hell out of me, too.

Her body bucked, and her moaning became one
long, sustained wail.

Sweetest sound in the world. Forget church
bells and birds chirping, there
is
no more beautiful sound
than a woman coming.

I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.

I watched as her face twisted up into a mask
of ecstasy – another thing women are self-conscious about, but
which every guy I’ve ever talked to absolutely
loves
to see.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shivered, and then her
wail became “Oh my God oh my God,” over and over, punctuated by a
few more moans.

I just watched, fascinated and more turned on
than ever. I wasn’t thrusting – I was barely even inside her – and
I didn’t want to do anything to rock the boat, so to speak.

After about twelve seconds, she stopped
making noise, her face relaxed, and she opened her eyes like she
was waking from a glorious dream.

I grinned at her; I couldn’t help myself.

“Wow, you’re responsive. And that was just
the tip.”

She immediately blushed crimson.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

I had to laugh; it was about the most
ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “For what?”

She smiled goofily, realizing that
I
certainly hadn’t minded the show.

Then I considered that maybe she was one of
those women who are super-sensitive after they come.

“Can you go on?” I asked, trying not to make
her feel pressured.

She seemed to take stock of her own body…
then nodded. “Just… go slow at first.”

“Okay,” I said, and kissed her again.

I took my time, kissing her softly as I
slowly moved inside her… entering her one inch, then pulling almost
all the way out… then sliding forward two inches, then back out…
then three inches… letting her get used to me, waiting to hear any
gasps that were more pain than pleasure.

She was pretty tight. It felt amazing for me,
but I was concerned about her. Luckily she was so wet that I just
slid in with minimal friction… and I didn’t hear any pain. Just
lots of pleasure.

She did gasp once, when I was almost all the
way inside her. The sound was different from her other noises –
deeper, more urgent. I froze, afraid I might have hurt her.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Don’t stop.”

Exactly what I wanted to hear – though I was
concerned she was ignoring her own body’s signals just to please
me. “But are you – ”

“DON’T STOP.”

I laughed out loud, then kissed her again as
I continued to push a little further inside her, then pull out…
then go even deeper, then pull out…

Her whole body would shudder and tremble, and
her lower lip would quiver, and I would get a little closer to
orgasm just watching the rapture on her face.