and I pulled the sweatshirt over his head, letting it drop where it may.
His white T-shirt hugged his chest snugly and I indulged in a moment of sheer pleasure, feeling his muscles through the fabric beneath my bold fingers.
I let my hand drift down to the material’s edge and gently skated my fingers over the smooth, warm skin of his stomach.
He inhaled deeply and rested his hands on my upper arms, his eyes wide and wondering.
I retraced my route upwards, this time my fingers tented under the T-shirt, enjoying the ripple of muscles and the undulations of his now shallow breathing.
I stroked his skin, my eyes still fixed on his, then let my hand steal downwards towards the waistband of his jeans. My fingers drifted around the edge and a shiver ran through him.
Taking a step back, I seized the hem of his T-shirt and ripped it upwards, pulling it over his head, and kneading it in my hands before dropping it to the floor.
I took a deep breath as I allowed my eyes to drink him in; his youth, his beauty, the desire flaring in his eyes. I reached out and hooked one hand into a belt loop and let the other trace the outline of his erection, so evident through the denim.
He swallowed and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, I took a step forward so my breasts brushed his chest.
One hand reached up to his bruised cheek, the other an adventurer in a foreign land, continued stroking him.
Tentatively his hands crept around my waist, so gently that they barely touched me. I pulled his face down and kissed him again. And this time he kissed me back more urgently, his tongue driving into my mouth, and I felt his hands tightening around me. Encouraged, I slipped my hand inside his jeans and his body tensed. I could feel his heat; his nakedness beneath the denim was doubly arousing. He moaned, a long drawn out sigh of desire.
“Undo my zipper,” I ordered quietly.
Fumbling slightly, he pulled down the zipper of my dress. I shrugged my shoulders, watching with distant surprise as it fluttered to the floor.
For the length of a heartbeat, Sebastian paused, and then he stepped towards me again, his hands moving from my hips to my waist to hover uncertainly over my breasts.
“Yes. Touch me.”
I threaded my fingers through his and slowly lifted his right hand to my breast, moving in a slow circle, showing him what pleased me, letting him explore my body as I shivered beneath his touch. The sensation of flesh on flesh.
He curled his left hand behind me, slowly drifting upwards, then pressed the palm flat against my spine, his right hand now cupping my breast. He kissed me again. My own heart rate escalated and I was aware that my whole being was responding to his touch.
“Kick off your shoes. I want to undress you.”
He hesitated briefly, allowing the instruction to soak into his flooded brain, then he levered off his sneakers. His feet were beautifully bare.
I pulled him towards me again and undid the button on his jeans. His eyes were huge, gazing at me with unmistakable lust. I didn’t dare stop to analyze how I felt. Boldly, I unzipped his jeans and pushed the denim off his hips. I surprised him by sinking down to pull the material from his legs.
His erection was freed and I was surprised and slightly appalled. He was so much bigger than David. I’d never been with another man before or since my marriage; I was disconcerted, knowing that Sebastian was counting on me to continue taking the lead.
I ran my careful hands up his calves, behind his knees, over and between his thighs, then let my fingers drift through his pubic hair, stroking his erection softly. It was really kind of beautiful: soft and silky on the outside, but firm, too. I’d never wanted to spend time looking at David that way: this was different. Sebastian seemed so vulnerable standing there, trusting me. I continued stroking him, gently massaging him, rubbing my fingers along his tip.
His entire body quivered, and he squeezed his eyes
His white T-shirt hugged his chest snugly and I indulged in a moment of sheer pleasure, feeling his muscles through the fabric beneath my bold fingers.
I let my hand drift down to the material’s edge and gently skated my fingers over the smooth, warm skin of his stomach.
He inhaled deeply and rested his hands on my upper arms, his eyes wide and wondering.
I retraced my route upwards, this time my fingers tented under the T-shirt, enjoying the ripple of muscles and the undulations of his now shallow breathing.
I stroked his skin, my eyes still fixed on his, then let my hand steal downwards towards the waistband of his jeans. My fingers drifted around the edge and a shiver ran through him.
Taking a step back, I seized the hem of his T-shirt and ripped it upwards, pulling it over his head, and kneading it in my hands before dropping it to the floor.
I took a deep breath as I allowed my eyes to drink him in; his youth, his beauty, the desire flaring in his eyes. I reached out and hooked one hand into a belt loop and let the other trace the outline of his erection, so evident through the denim.
He swallowed and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, I took a step forward so my breasts brushed his chest.
One hand reached up to his bruised cheek, the other an adventurer in a foreign land, continued stroking him.
Tentatively his hands crept around my waist, so gently that they barely touched me. I pulled his face down and kissed him again. And this time he kissed me back more urgently, his tongue driving into my mouth, and I felt his hands tightening around me. Encouraged, I slipped my hand inside his jeans and his body tensed. I could feel his heat; his nakedness beneath the denim was doubly arousing. He moaned, a long drawn out sigh of desire.
“Undo my zipper,” I ordered quietly.
Fumbling slightly, he pulled down the zipper of my dress. I shrugged my shoulders, watching with distant surprise as it fluttered to the floor.
For the length of a heartbeat, Sebastian paused, and then he stepped towards me again, his hands moving from my hips to my waist to hover uncertainly over my breasts.
“Yes. Touch me.”
I threaded my fingers through his and slowly lifted his right hand to my breast, moving in a slow circle, showing him what pleased me, letting him explore my body as I shivered beneath his touch. The sensation of flesh on flesh.
He curled his left hand behind me, slowly drifting upwards, then pressed the palm flat against my spine, his right hand now cupping my breast. He kissed me again. My own heart rate escalated and I was aware that my whole being was responding to his touch.
“Kick off your shoes. I want to undress you.”
He hesitated briefly, allowing the instruction to soak into his flooded brain, then he levered off his sneakers. His feet were beautifully bare.
I pulled him towards me again and undid the button on his jeans. His eyes were huge, gazing at me with unmistakable lust. I didn’t dare stop to analyze how I felt. Boldly, I unzipped his jeans and pushed the denim off his hips. I surprised him by sinking down to pull the material from his legs.
His erection was freed and I was surprised and slightly appalled. He was so much bigger than David. I’d never been with another man before or since my marriage; I was disconcerted, knowing that Sebastian was counting on me to continue taking the lead.
I ran my careful hands up his calves, behind his knees, over and between his thighs, then let my fingers drift through his pubic hair, stroking his erection softly. It was really kind of beautiful: soft and silky on the outside, but firm, too. I’d never wanted to spend time looking at David that way: this was different. Sebastian seemed so vulnerable standing there, trusting me. I continued stroking him, gently massaging him, rubbing my fingers along his tip.
His entire body quivered, and he squeezed his eyes
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