We lay on the bed, bodies entwined, still fully dressed. Ours lips crashing into each other, tongues hungry, searching each other passionately. His hands roam to the edge of my T shirt, crawling upwards he reaches up under the hem and his hand disappears. Up it rises, his body pressing down on top of me, his leg over mine and my arm pinned under him. Fingers pinching through the fabric of my bra, probing twisting each nipple in turn as his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. My own hand, free of him reaches for his jeans, rubbing at the hard fabric as he thrusts against my leg.
Loosening his grip on me he pulls me up so I am sitting facing him, he kneels next to me and pulls my shirt free of my body, and in one swift movement removes my bra and sinks his face onto the awaiting nipples. First one, the pressure of his lips on my push me back onto my back. That tongue, lapping and licking. The lips sucking at the soft tissue of my breast, his hand up at the other, he gently copies his mouth and rolls the nipple between finger and thumb, I arch my back and throw my hands above my head, he knows exactly what he is doing.
He kisses down my belly and starts to undo the shorts I am wearing, loosing patients he gets up and stands at the edge of the bed, pulling them off swiftly and removing his own clothes before climbing back on top of me. We are now both naked, in the pool of afternoon sunshine that seeps into the house and onto the bed. He lays on top of me, hands on the bed either side of my head kissing me as our bodies touch all the way down. The kisses are now slow and steady, deep passionate kisses, I am so wet, I just want him to touch me, but his hands remain firm holding him up, safe from the weight of his body.
