He closed the distance between them. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His eyes met hers as his hands cupped her milky white mounds of flesh. His thumbs tweaked her nipples. The sensations running through her made her grab his forearms, hoping not to fall to mush at his feet.
“I could play with your tits all day.” He murmured, squeezing them as they cascaded out of his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before releasing her breasts. In one quick move he hoisted her into the air, his hands firmly planted on her denim covered ass cheeks.
She threw her head back in utter pleasure when his dick teased her core. She was wet just thinking of his cock sliding against the folds of her pussy already throbbing with need for him.
He sauntered into her bedroom, carrying her as if she was as light as a feather. She placed a trail of firm kisses down his neck. Her teeth scraped his skin, before her tongue toured his Adam’s apple. He hoisted her onto her dresser, and stepped between her legs. And at the moment, with her legs spread, her back against the mirror, she felt completely sexy. He pulled out of her arms and stared at her, when she went to reach for him again he shook his head. He splayed one hand against the glass, above her head. With his free hand he pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. His mouth found the spot right behind her ear, kissing it softly. She arched against the mirror, her breasts begging for attention.
He took one of her pink buds into his mouth, sucking on it hard nipping slightly with his teeth. Sam gripped the edge of the dresser, holding on for dear life as his mouth worked on tightening her nipples into perfect points. When he was finished lavishing one breast his mouth found the other one and began to love it just as he did its partner. His hands traveled down her sides, stopping at the waistband of her shorts. He undid the button of her jean shorts with ease before he dragged the zipper completely down. He slipped his hand inside the opening of her shorts, beneath the scrap of lace covering the part of her Nick yearned for most. He let out a deep sigh that was full of contentment as two of his fingers pushed her moist folds aside to caress her center. She was so wet for him, he could hardly stand it.
It wasn’t fair Sam thought, realizing Nick hadn’t lost one stitch of clothing. No, it wasn’t fair at all. Her eyes rolled behind her eyelids as he stroked her pussy. She had to find the will power to push him away so she could remedy the clothes situation. Then she would replace his fingers, herself. She committed herself to the plan and pushed against his chest. His eyes met hers, guardedly as he wondered to himself if she was having second thoughts.
“Lose the shirt Nick, you’re overdressed.” She pointed out, and leaned her back against the mirror, preparing herself to enjoy the view he was about to give her.
He bit the inside of his cheek, and with one hand, he managed to remove his T-shirt. Sam gawked at him hungrily. His chest was a work of art, not to mention his shoulders and his arms. She couldn’t forget his chiseled arms. She lifted her eyes reluctantly, and smiled at him as she spread her lips and crooked her fingers towards him.
Nick was a detail guy and he paid great attention to them. He had the patience of a saint when it came to the bedroom and he took his time undressing Sam. It was as if he was opening a present for the first time. He knew what was in the package, he had peeked from time to time, but there was nothing standing in his way from sampling every single inch of her. He stepped into the v of her legs and gave her a moment to explore his body. He had his hands firmly planted on her hips as her fingertips cascaded over every ridge of his upper body. She leaned down and pressed her open mouth to his chest. Her teeth skimmed over his tight nipple and he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her off the dresser and brought her to her bed. He planted her firmly on the edge and knelt in front of her. His hands found the waistband of her shorts as well as the thin string of her thong. He nodded towards her, signaling her to lift her ass off the bed so he could pull the last bit of clothing down her toned legs.