He might consider having that much room too great a temptation.
Joe would worry about temptation. Going all the way would have to be my idea. Despite his rampaging hormones, I'd have to lead him step by step to this place, to the bed of his childhood, the bed where he'd had his first wet dream - dreaming of me perhaps. Had he clenched this pillow between his legs and pretended it was me? Had he thrust and groaned and left his hot young seed on the cotton that even now cradled my head?
I moaned at the image and his body shifted, restless with lust. His sucking slowed. I held my breath. As though he feared I'd stop him, his hand skimmed down my side to the crook of my knee. He massaged the tendon there, startling me with pleasure. Then he reversed direction, creeping up my thigh an inch at a time until he ruffled the curls that fringed my lower lips.
I twitched in response but didn't tell him to stop. Braver now, he parted the curls and began to explore, his movements tentative but thorough. The tip of his finger slipped into my sheath. He gasped when it clutched him.
Touch me,' he said against my dampened breast. 'Please. I'm dying to feel your hands on me. I've been dreaming about it since the first day of class. You wore that tight navy crew neck and the short plaid skirt with the pleats. I got hard the minute you smiled at me. You wound one gold curl around your finger, kind of shy, and I thought I'd melt. When you took the chair in front of me, I pretended I was under you, that you would slide right down on my dick. I remember you couldn't sit still and I wondered if you could feel me staring at the muscles of your calves. I wanted to crawl under your chair and bite one. Every time you squirmed I got suffer, as if I really were inside you. It wouldn't go down, either. I was hard all through Calculus and you weren't even there. I had to jack off in the men's before gym or the guys would have seen. I came so hard I thought I'd bust something.' His voice sank to a throaty rasp. 'I pretended you were doing it for me.'
'Like this?' I twisted my hand into his briefs so I could hold his velvety length, and ran my hand down his cock the way a girl would - a little nervous, and more than a little curious.
His body jerked. 'Yes. Oh, yes, slide it up and down. Ring it tight. I won't break. Yeah, that feels nice. Your hand is so soft. Oh, God, I can't believe we're really doing this.'
His breath came rougher as he suckled me, moving now to my second breast. He pulled me further into his mouth, circling me with the tip of his tongue, then laving me with the soft wet flat. The throb in my sex deepened to an ache. I groaned.
Tell me what you want, Katie. Show me what makes you feel good.'
'Here.' I captured his hand and guided his longest finger in a circle round my clitoris. 'Rub me here. Steady. Yes, like that, but a little harder.'
I whimpered deep in my throat as he caught the motion, my own motion, pushing and pulling the soft hood along the tender shaft. Having him do it felt so good, I had to breathe hard to keep from coming.
'You're slippery,’ he said, hushed with awe. 'You're wet and hot and I can feel your skin quivering. Does that mean you want me?'
'Yes.' I pulled his head up for a deep, tonguey kiss. 'I want you.'
He shuddered and his cock jumped in my hand. 'Say that again. Say my name.'
‘I want you, Joey.'
'Again,’ he demanded, then kissed me so hard I couldn't comply. I gasped for air when he finally released me. We stared at each other. He smiled, all boyish triumph and charm.
‘I love you,’ he said.
My jaw dropped. This time there was no mistaking the words. He sealed my gaping mouth with a kiss, this one a soft, swooning exploration. I found myself wanting to say it back: I love you, too, Joe. I love you. The words knotted in my chest like a physical pain. But how did I know what he felt today would last? Silenced by doubt, I held him tight, one hand steadying the back of his neck, the other stroking his cock. He gathered me closer, his body strong and sheltering, his caresses gentle. What had I done to deserve a lover as sweet as this?
Just say what you feel now, I told myself. Let tomorrow be. A moan slid through my throat, warming it for the declaration.
But, 'I'm taking off my briefs,’ he warned, before I could tumble over the fence.
He wrestled them off and settled back with a heartfelt sigh. His hips lifted. His hand fumbled between us, pushing the head of his cock down between my legs. It sprang up at once, caught against my pouting folds.