Page 14 of Sailor's Delight
“Like I was saying,” Trey began again. “I love this one…” The hand on her belly gave one last squeeze, then slowly migrated to her rear.
Jenn watched as Trey’s eyes lit up and he pretended to be surprised when his hand plunged into the romper and didn’t encounter any panties.
“Oh!” He exclaimed quietly, almost a squeak.
“Oh, as if you didn’t know,” she said mock-accusingly.
Trey scoffed. “Of course I knew! You don’t get as fine an outline of an ass as that by rocking panties!”
With that, his hand forced quickly the rest of the way inside the romper to cup one of her cheeks, right down where it formed a seam with her thigh. He hefted it in his hand a few times, the motion reverberating throughout her entire body.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, sagging her head against his chest. “It is so big!”
“It is so big!” Trey echoed excitedly. “And I love it so very much!” he hissed.
He planted a quick kiss on the top of her head.
She looked up at him, her smile expectant. “Anything else?” she asked teasingly.
“Oh, yeah!” he whispered enthusiastically.
In a rush, both his hands swept the crumpled romper to her knees, from which it fell quietly to the floor.
Now completely naked, Jenn shivered slightly, whether from cold or anticipation, she couldn’t tell. Her stomach was in a tight knot.Good God, it has been so long!Long enough that it almost felt like a first time.
Jenn leaned into that feeling, leaning into the thrill of anticipation, excitement, and just a little bit of nervousness. She briefly remembered her actual first time, and almost laughed out loud.
The warm clasping of Trey’s hand over her vulva, thumb and pinky fingers tracing the seams where her sex met her thighs, brought Jenn back to the moment. This magical, exquisite moment.
“I definitely love this one,” Trey said, then gently laid her down on the edge of the bed, her knees several inches from the edge. Without a word, Trey took a moment to tie his hair back from his face, then pressed his lips to hers, using them to pull at her lower lip, then brought them together, parting them slightly to allow his tongue to dance across hers.
They kissed for several seconds more, the hand Trey wasn’t supporting himself with dancing lightly across her naked body, fingertips grazing everywhere, pinching a nipple here, massaging a thigh there.
Jenn felt hot, flushed, and eager all over. Her fingers fumbled blindly at his shirt until she managed to undo the final two buttons, then spread the halves apart, pushing it down over his shoulders. He let up only for a moment to take it all the way off, but that moment felt like a lifetime to Jenn. She pulled him back to her hungrily, forcing her tongue into his mouth.
When her hands began fumbling with his belt, his free hand stopped her, holding her wrists together.
Both of them breathing heavily, Trey breathed, “I have a better idea.”
With that, he pushed up on top of her, both arms supporting himself as he lowered his face enough to kiss her delicately on the lips.
She knew where this was headed. She closed her eyes and smiled. She was looking forward to this.
He kissed her cheek, her jaw, then slowly kissed his way down her body until he had dropped off the edge of the bed, and his head was over her belly button. He paused. When she looked down, curious as to why he’d stopped, she realized he was asking for permission, removing his glasses and allowing his eyes to bore up into hers. She smiled and closed her eyes again, turning up toward the ceiling. She nodded, mentally preparing herself.
With that nod, that affirmation of consent, he took her.
Jenn gasped as his tongue began working inside her, prodding, caressing, tickling.
Trey was perfect, years of practice coming to a beautiful head. He used her body itself as feedback. He responded to every arch of her back, every hitch in her breathing, each quiet moan, knowing just when to let up, when to go harder, and when to switch it up.
The buildup was steady, the pressure sharp and intense. After three months, Jenn was in no mood to draw things out. As she drew closer to that precipice, she gasped, her breath catching as she approached.
When she climaxed, she stopped breathing altogether, pushing him out and away so that she could draw her legs together. Again, he needed no instruction. Throwing himself on the bed next to her, Trey slipped a single finger between her legs and gently continued to stroke the nub at the apex of her vulva. Wave after wave of shivers and intense pleasure washed over her, finally releasing her breath with a gasp and buckling her knees.
When the waves subsided, she put a hand on his hand and held it still. Knowing she was done, he let the hand cup her, gently taking the mound of her pussy inside his large, warm palm and laid his head on her chest. She held him there, watching his head rise and fall with each of her breaths.
He turned to look up at her with his incorrigible, winning grin. “Round two?” he suggested quietly.