...He released the last of the buttons and opened the blouse. She blushed, first with shyness, then with delight as his voice dropped an octave.
“You have beautiful breasts. Whatever your imaginary sins, these”—he cupped her gently, causing her to tighten her hold in his hair—“negate all of them.”
He continued to caress her, stroking her nipples through her bra until they ached for a more intimate touch. She moaned softly, then gasped when he kissed the upper curve of one breast. He ran his tongue in a damp line along her skin.
“Christ, you taste good!” He nipped and sucked along the sensitive expanse of her chest, stopping to nuzzle her cleavage. Ann’s legs wouldn’t support her, and he tightened his hold across her hips when she nearly crumpled to the floor. Her concerns for what he might think once he removed her clothing evaporated. The intensity with which David stroked her convinced Ann he was enthralled with touching her.
The tension in the room escalated with their breathing. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and kicked it to the side. David made short work of her skirt, pulling it down her hips until she was left wearing only her bra, underwear, and sandals.
His eyes were shadowed in the room’s dim light, and Ann suppressed the urge to wrap her arms around her waist, once again suffering from a painful shyness. For more than twenty years, only her husband and her gynecologist had seen her in anything this scanty, and the second didn’t count.
Her hands fluttered to her stomach. David grasped them before she could use them as a shield. He leered at her. “I have good taste. You’re even more beautiful with your clothes off than I imagined.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed, and laughed. “I think maybe you’re the reincarnation of the serpent in Eden. You have a sly tongue.” She blushed at the unintended innuendo in her statement. David’s smile stretched to a grin.
“Yes, I do,” he whispered in between placing feathery kisses in the valley of her cleavage and over the top of her bra. “How about a demonstration of my talents?”
He pulled her head down to kiss her again and fell slowly back onto the bed, taking her with him. She stretched out atop his body, kissed him ardently and massaged his shoulders. His cock swelled against his jeans, and she reached down to rub the hard ridge pressing against her damp thighs. Her panties were wet, her pussy throbbing with anticipation of feeling that cock sliding inside her...