“I’ll think about it.” A gentlesmile appeared on his face. She smiled back.
“It wasn’t a request!” Shestated with mock authority. The smiles became grins. Her hands wereexploring every inch of his body. He was no body builder but was notout of shape. He was not covered in muscles but was well toned. Hecertainly didn’t lack strength. His hands were slightly roughmainly due to the work he did. His dark hair was about a inch longand usually spiked up. However over night it had been flattened. Hisface was quite handsome but not model material. His eyes light brown,Michelle loved them. When she looked into them she felt like she waslooking into his heart. As she examined and explored him he mirroredher. One hand running up and down her spine whilst the other caressedher thigh and belly. He pictured her in his mind as he had seen herlast night. Her dark brown hair framing her pale face. Her lips fulland soft. She had the most beautiful smile. Her slim neck ran down toher shoulders. There was something about it that he liked, the shapemaybe. Her breasts were magnificent, pale skin surrounded the largenipples. Dave disliked oversized breasts, Michelle he guessed wasabout a c cup. Her tummy was flat and toned, the skin soft as silk.His favourite part was her thighs. Not huge but not skinny, runningdown into a pair of perfect legs. Dave hated women who were tootanned, but, until this moment he had not known how much he likedpale skin. There was something fresh about it. The only defectvisible on her was the scars. Suddenly he had a thought. “Dave, areyou ok?” He had been lost in thought.
“What are you doing today?” Shepulled back and looked at him.
“Trying to get you to make love tome.” His brilliant idea somehow seemed less urgent. He smiled ather.
“Sorry, I was just thinking aboutsomething else.”
“Well let’s make sure I get yourfull attention.” She rolled off to his side, reaching down to takehold of his penis. He gasped, his mouth opening, the words lost. Shekissed his chest, slowly moving down over his belly. He tensed as shedrew near. Suddenly he sat up, his hand reaching to her shoulder. Heheld her back.
“You’ve got my full attention, youdon’t have to do that.” She looked surprised.
“Don’t you want me to?” Hesighed.
“I’d love you to, but I shouldimagine it’s fairly unpleasant. I just want you to know you don’tneed to.” She looked at him and gently lowered her head again. Hishand slipped from her shoulder as she took him into her mouth. Thewarm and moist sensation had him gasping with pleasure. After only afew moments he sat up again. Taking her by the shoulders he pulledher up to lie next to him. She looked confused as he pulled her tohim. “I just want you close. You don’t have to do that for me.”.She settled into his arms lying beside him. Her hands were runningover his skin. She felt elated, a man who respected her. She hadbegun to think it would never happen. He moved one hand to her backagain. With the other he stroked up and down her side, catching herbreast with hi thumb. She shivered with pleasure. His hand returnedto her thigh and found the slit. Sliding under the fabric of hernightdress he felt the soft skin of her thigh. Reaching round hecaressed the back of her thigh, his fingers just reaching in betweenher legs. The morning sun shone through the window making her skinlook radiant. Gently he eased her onto her back, resting on his elbowhe gazed down at her. His free hand caressed her breasts, gentlysqueezing the nipples. He leaned in to kiss her lips, then her cheek,then her neck. He nibbled on her ear as his hand travelled down overher tummy and back up. Pulling at the knot he released the lace onthe nighty. Slipping his hand inside, he felt her breast. Pulling thenight gown aside he kissed it. Reaching down he slid his hand in theslit, reaching in to gently brush her vagina. She shuddered at histouch, his tongue circling her nipple. She reached down and fumbledinside his boxers. Taking hold of his shaft she began to run herfingers up and down. He stiffened further in her hand. The suddenrush of pleasure caused him to jump. Gently he bit her nipple beforereturning to flicking his tongue over it. Again the pace was slow.The pressure gentle. His finger slid between her labia to find herclitoris. He circled it with his fore finger listening to her moansof pleasure. Her head shot back as he slipped a finger inside her. As she recovered she tore at his boxers, trying to get them off.Knelt up and removed them. She reached for him again, running herhand over his chest gently pinching the nipples between her fingers.Pulling at her nighty he revealed both breasts. He began to alternatebetween them. She felt the orgasm approach. Through gritted teeth shescreamed her hands releasing him to grasp the sheets. Panting now shepulled him close and whispered in his ear. “I want you in me.”