Partner Games
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His hands went to the back of my bra and he began to slide it up my shoulders, making that decision for me. My cheeks flushed, but I reminded myself he’d seen my flat chest before, so it wasn’t like this would be a surprise for him. The moment the bra came off my raised arms, he flung it across the room and then enfolded me against his chest, nuzzling at my neck. His arms curled around me, and I gave a sigh of pure bliss. His skin was warm and he smelled so delicious.
“Been dreaming about this every damn flight we took,” Swift murmured against my neck, then cupped my breasts from behind. “Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing you under me, all flushed and nervous and pretty.”
Which, of course, made me get all flushed and nervous all over again. His thumbs flicked my nipples and I moaned, pressing back against him. There was something hot and hard against my backside, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out what that was. I squirmed a little as one of his hands slid down my belly and went to the waist of my leggings.
I didn’t stop him, though.
His fingers skimmed the waistband even as he gently bit my neck. His hand on my breast squeezed my nipple, sending a jolt through my body, and I closed my eyes, moaning. He was in charge, and I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
“Can I keep going?” His mouth went to my ear and he flicked his tongue against my earlobe. I gave him a breathless nod, and he continued to nibble on my ear as his fingers went lower. Down below the waistband of my panties, and right to the curls of my sex. I stiffened as his fingers brushed over them. “Shhh,” he murmured in my ear. “I got you, baby.” And he pushed lower, his fingers finding my clit. My folds were slippery with need, and he slicked one big finger back and forth against the side of my clit, even as he continued to kiss my neck.
I rocked against him, moaning. Oh, dear lord. I’d never felt anything so good. His cock felt like a brand against my backside, and his skin rubbed against mine as I moved against him, trying to find a rhythm to go with his touches. It was like I was all out of synch with him, and when I shifted my hips to meet his fingers, they’d skate away to touch somewhere else. Frustrated, I moaned again. “I’m doing this wrong—“
“Shhh, nah. You’re doing just fine, Tiny. I got you. I won’t let you down.” He kissed my neck and murmured soft, sweet words as his fingers continued to flick and play with my clit, his other hand caressing my small breast. I jerked against his touch when it got to be too much, my breathing turning rapid. “Look at how pretty you are,” he said to me as I began to shake, my legs clenching with the onset of orgasm. “Come for me and show me how pretty you are, baby.”
I did – the orgasm hit me with the force of a brick, and I pushed back against him, crying out as it rushed over me. Blood roared in my ears, and my hand gripped his wrist as he continued to stroke my clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t say his name. I was completely swept under by the force of emotion moving through me.
When I could catch my breath again, details started to creep back into my consciousness. His hand was still between my legs, occasionally stroking through my wet folds. The crotch of my leggings (and my panties) were soaked, which was humiliating. And Swift still smelled incredible and kept kissing my neck and murmuring sweet things to me.
God, I loved this man.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I squeezed it out. Nope. Tonight was a one night sort of thing. He had his dad to get back to, and I was going to be Georgie’s support system for a while. This wasn’t meant to be a long term thing.
And my heart hurt at the thought.
Enough of that, Clementine Price, I told myself, and reached back to caress Swift’s jaw. “Can I get totally undressed now?”
He pressed a final kiss to my shoulder before releasing me. “But of course.”
I hopped off the bed and shimmied out of my remaining clothing in (hopefully) the least humiliating way possible. Then, feeling stupidly shy, I grabbed the edge of the blankets and slid under the covers.
Swift didn’t seem to mind my shyness. He got up off his corner of the bed and moved to one of the lamps, buck naked. “You want these off?”
“Okay.” I watched him as he moved to turn the first one off on the left side of the bed. His cock was jutting out at an almost obscene angle, and I couldn’t help but watch it (and his ass) as he moved. I was totally perving on him, wasn’t I? But I was allowed to if we were going to have sex, right? I figured I was.
He moved to the other side of the bed and turned off the second lamp, and I scooted over as he got in next to me. It still wasn’t totally dark in the room. The light in the bathroom was still on, and through the blinds covering the window, there were lights out by the resort pool. It created enough shadow to make me relax in my nudity, though. In the darkness, Swift’s tattooed chest looked even more blatant, and I ran a hand over one of the swallows on his shoulders. Really, I just wanted to touch him more.
Swift put an arm around my waist and tugged me closer until my body was flush to his – hip to hip, my breasts to his chest. His mouth sought mine and we kissed again, lips and tongue melding as his hands roamed up and down my back and squeezed my ass.
I imitated his movements, trying to figure out what he would like. Playing with his nipples like he did with mine didn’t do too much, so I skimmed my hands down his belly. My fingers brushed just above his cock and I hesitated.
He groaned against my mouth. “Don’t stop there.”
Startled, I tried to nod into his kiss. My nose bumped his and distracted me.
With a chuckle, Swift took my hand in his and pressed it onto his cock. “You can touch me.”
“Okay.” God, couldn’t I think of anything sexier to say than just ‘okay’ constantly? But he seemed to know I was feeling a little intimidated: here he was, utter sexiness incarnate, and here I was, the twenty-eight-year-old dork virgin. Of course I was intimidated. Who wouldn’t be?
His hand squeezed mine, and then he released me. He wasn’t going to show me how to touch him, but let me figure it out myself. Oh. All right. I let my fingertips explore, from the thick base of his cock all the way up to the crown. There was a bead of wetness on the tip and I stroked the pad of my thumb through it, then couldn’t resist bringing it to my mouth. The strong, fresh taste of Swift burst on my tongue.
He groaned. “You like tasting me, baby?” His lips brushed over mine, his hands clenching and flexing against my butt.
I did. I actually wanted to taste him more. I’d never given a blow job, and I wasn’t sure if now was the time since we were going to have sex sex, but I figured this might be my only chance. So I slid down in the bed a little, until my head went under the covers, and I found his cock with my hand again and guided the head to my mouth.
Swift flopped to his back and his newest groan sounded encouraging, I thought. Of course, now that I was down here, I didn’t know the proper technique. I figured enthusiasm would count for a lot, and he could just let me know if I did something wrong. So I did what I thought he’d like – I licked the head of his cock with sensual strokes of my tongue and lips, I traced it with my mouth, and explored the rest of him. The skin here was velvety smooth, and scorching hot, and it felt strange to feel such soft skin over such rigid muscle. I wanted to squeeze it hard to test just how rigid he was, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. So I kissed and nibbled instead.
“Been dreaming about this every damn flight we took,” Swift murmured against my neck, then cupped my breasts from behind. “Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing you under me, all flushed and nervous and pretty.”
Which, of course, made me get all flushed and nervous all over again. His thumbs flicked my nipples and I moaned, pressing back against him. There was something hot and hard against my backside, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out what that was. I squirmed a little as one of his hands slid down my belly and went to the waist of my leggings.
I didn’t stop him, though.
His fingers skimmed the waistband even as he gently bit my neck. His hand on my breast squeezed my nipple, sending a jolt through my body, and I closed my eyes, moaning. He was in charge, and I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
“Can I keep going?” His mouth went to my ear and he flicked his tongue against my earlobe. I gave him a breathless nod, and he continued to nibble on my ear as his fingers went lower. Down below the waistband of my panties, and right to the curls of my sex. I stiffened as his fingers brushed over them. “Shhh,” he murmured in my ear. “I got you, baby.” And he pushed lower, his fingers finding my clit. My folds were slippery with need, and he slicked one big finger back and forth against the side of my clit, even as he continued to kiss my neck.
I rocked against him, moaning. Oh, dear lord. I’d never felt anything so good. His cock felt like a brand against my backside, and his skin rubbed against mine as I moved against him, trying to find a rhythm to go with his touches. It was like I was all out of synch with him, and when I shifted my hips to meet his fingers, they’d skate away to touch somewhere else. Frustrated, I moaned again. “I’m doing this wrong—“
“Shhh, nah. You’re doing just fine, Tiny. I got you. I won’t let you down.” He kissed my neck and murmured soft, sweet words as his fingers continued to flick and play with my clit, his other hand caressing my small breast. I jerked against his touch when it got to be too much, my breathing turning rapid. “Look at how pretty you are,” he said to me as I began to shake, my legs clenching with the onset of orgasm. “Come for me and show me how pretty you are, baby.”
I did – the orgasm hit me with the force of a brick, and I pushed back against him, crying out as it rushed over me. Blood roared in my ears, and my hand gripped his wrist as he continued to stroke my clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t say his name. I was completely swept under by the force of emotion moving through me.
When I could catch my breath again, details started to creep back into my consciousness. His hand was still between my legs, occasionally stroking through my wet folds. The crotch of my leggings (and my panties) were soaked, which was humiliating. And Swift still smelled incredible and kept kissing my neck and murmuring sweet things to me.
God, I loved this man.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I squeezed it out. Nope. Tonight was a one night sort of thing. He had his dad to get back to, and I was going to be Georgie’s support system for a while. This wasn’t meant to be a long term thing.
And my heart hurt at the thought.
Enough of that, Clementine Price, I told myself, and reached back to caress Swift’s jaw. “Can I get totally undressed now?”
He pressed a final kiss to my shoulder before releasing me. “But of course.”
I hopped off the bed and shimmied out of my remaining clothing in (hopefully) the least humiliating way possible. Then, feeling stupidly shy, I grabbed the edge of the blankets and slid under the covers.
Swift didn’t seem to mind my shyness. He got up off his corner of the bed and moved to one of the lamps, buck naked. “You want these off?”
“Okay.” I watched him as he moved to turn the first one off on the left side of the bed. His cock was jutting out at an almost obscene angle, and I couldn’t help but watch it (and his ass) as he moved. I was totally perving on him, wasn’t I? But I was allowed to if we were going to have sex, right? I figured I was.
He moved to the other side of the bed and turned off the second lamp, and I scooted over as he got in next to me. It still wasn’t totally dark in the room. The light in the bathroom was still on, and through the blinds covering the window, there were lights out by the resort pool. It created enough shadow to make me relax in my nudity, though. In the darkness, Swift’s tattooed chest looked even more blatant, and I ran a hand over one of the swallows on his shoulders. Really, I just wanted to touch him more.
Swift put an arm around my waist and tugged me closer until my body was flush to his – hip to hip, my breasts to his chest. His mouth sought mine and we kissed again, lips and tongue melding as his hands roamed up and down my back and squeezed my ass.
I imitated his movements, trying to figure out what he would like. Playing with his nipples like he did with mine didn’t do too much, so I skimmed my hands down his belly. My fingers brushed just above his cock and I hesitated.
He groaned against my mouth. “Don’t stop there.”
Startled, I tried to nod into his kiss. My nose bumped his and distracted me.
With a chuckle, Swift took my hand in his and pressed it onto his cock. “You can touch me.”
“Okay.” God, couldn’t I think of anything sexier to say than just ‘okay’ constantly? But he seemed to know I was feeling a little intimidated: here he was, utter sexiness incarnate, and here I was, the twenty-eight-year-old dork virgin. Of course I was intimidated. Who wouldn’t be?
His hand squeezed mine, and then he released me. He wasn’t going to show me how to touch him, but let me figure it out myself. Oh. All right. I let my fingertips explore, from the thick base of his cock all the way up to the crown. There was a bead of wetness on the tip and I stroked the pad of my thumb through it, then couldn’t resist bringing it to my mouth. The strong, fresh taste of Swift burst on my tongue.
He groaned. “You like tasting me, baby?” His lips brushed over mine, his hands clenching and flexing against my butt.
I did. I actually wanted to taste him more. I’d never given a blow job, and I wasn’t sure if now was the time since we were going to have sex sex, but I figured this might be my only chance. So I slid down in the bed a little, until my head went under the covers, and I found his cock with my hand again and guided the head to my mouth.
Swift flopped to his back and his newest groan sounded encouraging, I thought. Of course, now that I was down here, I didn’t know the proper technique. I figured enthusiasm would count for a lot, and he could just let me know if I did something wrong. So I did what I thought he’d like – I licked the head of his cock with sensual strokes of my tongue and lips, I traced it with my mouth, and explored the rest of him. The skin here was velvety smooth, and scorching hot, and it felt strange to feel such soft skin over such rigid muscle. I wanted to squeeze it hard to test just how rigid he was, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. So I kissed and nibbled instead.
