Such a Quiet Little Thing by bpascal444

She turned slowly until her back was to him. How was it, he thought, that I never noticed how round her butt is? Why wouldn’t she want to make sure everyone saw that shape? Probably her mother’s doing again.

“I don’t even know where to start with you. I’ve got to kiss you everywhere.”

“Now, hold on there, mister, how is it that I’m the only one naked? This is a two-way street we’re on here. You just stand there for a minute.”

With a half-smile, she reached up and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. When she had done the last, she pulled the shirt out of his waistband and leaned in to run her hands over his chest, occasionally placing a kiss at various points.

“Halfway there,” she said. She looked him in the eye as she pulled his belt and unfastened it, found the button holding it closed, then reached down to find the zipper. She made a game of not being able to find the zipper, rubbing and squeezing until she had him gasping. Finally, she grasped the pull for the zipper slider and tugged it down.

It took only a moment for gravity to drop the pants around his ankles, leaving him in his shorts.

“Almost done,” she assured him. Still looking him in the eye, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and pushed them over his hips. They joined his pants at his ankles. She looked down.

“Oh,” she said.

He was as erect as he’d ever been. His dick was sticking straight out, and seemed to be vibrating. She continued to stare at it for another minute.

“It looks nothing like the drawings you see in the anatomy books in the library. They always make it look like kind of an afterthought. This is more like the phalluses we saw in the porn flicks. All my girlfriends used to joke about it while we were watching. They’d say, “I wish Bobby had one like that”, or “Jack’s about half that size”.” How big are you?” She reached out to take it in her hand. Kenny groaned.

“I don’t know. I’ve never measured it. I don’t know where you’re supposed to measure from.”

“It’s… bigger than I thought it’d be. I hope it’s going to fit without hurting.”

“If you keep doing that, Emma, it’ll be over before it starts and we’ll never find out. Not till later, anyway.”

“Huh? Oh, you mean the hand. Sorry. Look, let’s lie down, okay?”

They pulled back the duvet and blanket and climbed onto the bed, arranging themselves to face each other on top of the sheets.

She cleared her throat. “Am I what you expected?”

“No,” said Kenny, “you’re beyond what I had anticipated, in about every conceivable way. Whatever preconceptions I had, they’re gone. You’re about as perfect as I could imagine.”

“You’re not what I’d imagined, either. You’re… bigger than I’d thought, and you’ve got a cuter butt. I like your chest, too.”

He laughed. “Oh, did you spend a lot of sleepless nights wondering what you were going to find?”

She kissed his chest. “No, no sleepless nights, just some pleasant erotic fantasies.”

“Ooh, I see. Well, you’ll have to share your fantasies, maybe we can make a couple come true.”

“So far, I’m liking the reality. The fantasies can wait.”

“Emma, indulge me, would you? I want to examine your body, memorize it. All the places I never got to see before.”

“Okay, you start. Then it’s my turn.”

He made her lie on her back, relaxed. He wasn’t exaggerating, he started at the top, running his fingers over her ears, her face, her chin, and down her neck. He’d stop every so often and kiss or lick some particularly interesting spot. By the time her reached her upper arm she was sighing quietly.

When he reached her breast he squeezed it rhythmically with one hand while licking and sucking on her nipples. The sigh turned into a soft moan. Finally, Kenny moved on, continuing slowly down her torso. As he moved past her navel and approached her pubis he could feel her body tense, waiting. Her legs were close together, so he really couldn’t clearly see what lay between them.

But this was an exploratory tour. He’d return later for an invasion. He gave her clitoral hood a chaste kiss and moved down to the inside of her thigh, nibbling and licking, making her gasp. By the time he reached her knee, she was whimpering. Her knee, the back and inside, was particularly sensitive. The sound she made sounded like the beginning of the word ‘No’.

This was just the quick overview, the fly-by, so Kenny moved onward, down her ankle, and when he reached her foot he looked up to find that she had grabbed the sheets tightly in two fists and had her eyes screwed shut. He wondered if he was hurting her. No, she’d say something if he was.

So, down the ankle onto the instep, where her foot was shaking. He put his hand on it to stop the movement, then took two toes into his mouth and sucked on them.

“Oh, no, oh my God, don’t, it’s too much, Kenny, stop!” Her whole body was shaking as she tried to get away. Some perverse part of him told him to keep going, payback for all those attempts to squeeze her tit or get a hand under her dress that had been rebuffed.

But he could tell that it was bordering on painful for her, too sensitive, so he kissed the foot instead, and she finally relaxed.

“Turn over, Emma. On your stomach.”

She flipped herself over and found a comfortable position. Her legs fell more open and from his position at her feet he could look up her legs and finally glimpse her mons. He had to stop and take a mental snapshot to remember it. He mentally shook himself and returned to his tour.

He started at the back of her ankle, just above the heel, and kissed and licked his way upward.

Her face was buried in the sheets now, and he could hear her whimpering as he moved higher. He heard her gasp as he kissed the back of her knee. He made a mental note that this was a place he should revisit, because it got her crazy.

By the time he reached the cheek of her ass, her fingers were clawing the sheets the way a cat digs its claws into the rug. He squeezed and kneaded each butt cheek, and licked the place where it joined her thigh. When he did, she made a high-pitched sound in her throat.

Damn, he loved her ass, couldn’t get enough of it. It was so smooth and firm, and was perfectly curved. He put a thumb on each side of the crack and pulled the cheeks apart. Christ, look at that! That perfect, puckered little asshole, and just below it the entrance to her pussy, waiting for him.

He felt it calling to him, and he pushed his face into the crack and let his tongue follow the crevasse. Her mouth still buried in the bed, he clearly heard her cry, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

That made him stop short. In all the time he’d known her, he had never heard her swear. If she was particularly angry at something, she’d say, “Nuts!” Once, when she caught her hand painfully in a closing door, he’d heard her say, “Damn it,” but she had immediately looked so shocked at her lapse that he thought it best not to comment on it. This was very new.

He pushed his tongue in once more, just to see if it happened again. This time it changed to a mantra of “Oh, Jesus,” repeated over and over. He went lower, and when he reached her anus, and pushed his tongue at it, he heard again, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

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