I surprised Hope when I wrapped her with my arm, grasped her braid, and laid her naked body down on the mattress.
It was my turn to be surprised when she lifted her legs around me, so I propped myself up with one hand on the mattress. “Good as this feels,” I said, and ran my fingertips along the back of her thigh. “I didn’t think we were going there yet.”
Hope released her breath and let her legs down. “That was a reaction from too many times with my ex. Where are you taking me instead?”
I leaned forward and touched her nipples with my fingertips. “How sensitive are these?”
“Nipple orgasms ‘R’ us, but only one guy has ever gone there.”
“Your ex, I bet.” I dug the tube of lotion out of the sheets and squeezed lotion into my hand. “Let’s make it two.”
“How’d you guess that? It was before we were married. Things went down hill after that.” She squirmed on the mattress while I warmed the lotion. “You’re getting a good start.”
I dropped the bottle beside Hope and bent to whisper in her ear. “I need you to let the sensations take over.” I ran my lotion-coated fingers around her breasts and cupped her in my hands. Her breath was already coming in shallow gulps. “Shouldn’t you be breathing deeply?”
I felt Hope relax and let my lips brush her ear. “I love the way you feel. Your nipples are already hard.” My stiff cock rested on her belly. “I think you’re as hard as I am.”
“Shut up, Adam.” I could already feel thrills rippling through Hope’s body. She struggled to keep her breath deep and even, and I trailed my lips down her neck and her shoulder to her tit. I took her nipple between my lips and rolled it under my tongue. I was patient as could be. My hand coaxed one tit while I sucked the other, and she cradled my head in her arms.
There was no chance now that Hope could keep her breath deep and even. She gulped air and ran her fingers through my hair. I sucked her like a starving boy, and tension built in her body. She arched her back under me when she came, twisted, and groaned at the ceiling.
Hope’s body went soft when her climax passed, and I released her nipple with a little “pop!” that made her laugh. I rose on my hands and knees to watch her and brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead. For that moment, she was in never-never land, with her eyes closed and her breasts cupped in her hands.
It didn’t last long before she started searching the bed and found the lotion tube next to her. “Come closer,” she said and squeezed lotion into her hand. “I want your cock, and I’m pretty sure you aren’t going to roll over and go to sleep when I’m done.”
“Me? Never.” Hope laughed at me while I climbed from between her thighs to straddle her hips. “I love your hands. Have I told you that already?”
“Those were just words,” she said. “Now you can show me how much you love them.” Her fingertips trailed down my chest and over my belly. Her hands were slick with lotion when she wrapped them both around my shaft. “Should I start slow? Do you like it better that way?”
“Slow—at first, anyway. I want to feel everything you do.”
Hope slipped one hand down to my balls. Her other hand toyed with the sensitive head of my cock and traveled its shaft in a sensuous rhythm. Her delicate hands were soft and sensitive. I moaned in her ear, and she worked faster.
Instinct made me fuck her hands, and Hope made that part of her rhythm, too. I bent to kiss her lips. I inhaled the scent from her hair and heard her voice over the wet sounds coming from her hand on my cock. “Come on me, Cowboy? Are you ready?”
I was ready, and she knew it. “Oh, God,” was all I could say, and I chanted it for her. She slipped her hand off my balls and touched a fingertip to my asshole, and she gave a gleeful little laugh when I erupted in her hand. I clenched my teeth and groaned, and my hot cream gushed across Hope’s belly and her breasts.
The room came slowly into focus. I let myself enjoy all the sensations from Hope’s hands, her body between my legs, and her head against my chest. I whispered in her ear, “You did that right,” and slipped down her body. I kissed her throat and her shoulders. I climbed between her legs, kissed her belly below her navel, and slipped to my knees beside the bed.
“I’ve had practice,” she said. “Where are you going?”
“Gonna figure out my way around down here.” I spread Hope’s legs and kissed the soft skin inside her thighs—first on one side and then on the other while she used the sheet to wipe me off her belly and her breasts. She propped herself on her elbows and pulled her braid over her shoulder while she watched.
I blew softly on her smooth mound, and Hope’s breath trembled as she inhaled. I kissed it, and pulled it between my lips before I drew back to study her contours and inhale her feminine scent. “Do you have the lotion?”
“Whatever you’re doing down there, keep doing it.” she said, and she pushed the tube my way.
I smoothed lotion over her mound and into her deep folds and creases. I separated her thick lips, and massaged them slowly and gently until her nectar began to seep. Hope caught her breath when I slipped my thumbs up to her hood. Her firm clit glistened under a sheen of lotion.
“Are you going to come for me already?” I swirled one thumb over the opening of Hope’s vagina without pressing into her, and I worked my fingers over her hood, faster as her breath came in gasps and gulps.
I felt Hope’s orgasm before I heard it. Her legs tightened and her pussy pulsed in my hands. She threw her head back and groaned at the ceiling. She released her breath and fell back on the bed, and her body went soft again.
Hope’s chest heaved while she caught her breath, so I waited for a moment before I lifted her knees and pushed my tongue into her. She moaned while I lapped at her savory nectar, and she knotted her fingers in my hair when I closed my mouth over her whole, vanilla-flavored mound.
Found her trigger with my tongue and explored up along its shaft and back again. Hope closed her thighs around my head, and I flicked and swirled my tongue over her. She gripped my head and rocked her hips under me. I liked the way she chanted my name, though I could hardly hear her.
Hope’s orgasm came harder and faster than before. She clenched her teeth and arched her back, and she bucked in my grip. I kept her under my tongue as well as I could until her body relaxed, and she suddenly squirmed away from me.
“Sensitive! Too sensitive!” Hope said, and she rolled onto her belly with her hand between her legs.
She talked into the sheets. “Oh God, Adam. That was intense.”
I enjoyed my little win while Hope calmed down, but it couldn’t last long. My hard-on ached to be in her. I climbed onto the bed and over her body, and I kissed her neck until she shrugged her shoulders to push me away.
“What are you doing?” Hope asked, but she didn’t need my answer. My cock rested on her ass, and she reached to touch my balls. She pushed herself up on her elbows and her knees, and the well-lubricated folds between her legs gleamed in the lamplight.
I steadied Hope with my hand on her hip, held my hard shaft in the other hand, and worked its sensitive head into her. “Oh, little pony!” I caught my breath and closed my eyes. “You feel good.”