Chrissie’s tongue swept over her lips, leaving a glistening trail. My hand slowly moved from her cheek, across her neck and over her shoulder, delving into her open blouse. I ran a finger over the top of her dainty, half-cupped bra, relishing the feel of her breast, rising and falling with every deep breath.
Chrissie, my hand still around her bra, sat up and I watched as she undid then slid her fingers into her slacks. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, her little fingers delve down. She moved her digits around and pulled them from the confines of her trousers. She brought her shiny fingers out and leant over, wiping her fingers on my mouth.
I wrapped my fingers tighter in her hair.
“Taste me, Tom,” Chrissie rasped.
I saw her fingers slide across her cunt, again. She brought the fingers up and wiped them across my face again. I grabbed her hand and forced her fingers into my mouth. We both knew who had the real power here.
I leant over and licked the top of one breast, moving, slowly, to the other. My right hand moved down to the top of her trousers and slipped inside, feeling her warmth immediately. My fingers felt her wispy pussy hair and I could feel her wetness. A finger slid, easily, between her labia and I pierced her cunt. My left hand pulled her copper-red hair back and I leant in, biting her neck. I pulled my wet fingers from Chrissie’s trousers and wiped them across her lips. She tried to bite my fingers. I took my hand away from her lips and slapped her, gently, but a slap nonetheless.
Chrissie smiled at me, knowing full well what she was doing.
I stood up, my arrogant cock firm in my chinos. I took her hand and lifted her. Chrissie looked at me, so full of desire. I walked us to the bedroom, now our bedroom, and quietly closed the door.
I stood her in front of me and whispered, “Relax, Chrissie. Take a deep breath, and just relax.”
I could see her chest rise and fall ’til she composed herself.
I brought my lips to hers, and gently sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. I unhurriedly took her blouse off, Chrissie’s eyes wondering what I had in mind. The thin straps of her bra lazily fell off her shoulders.
“Turn around, darling,” I murmured.
Chrissie, a half-smile on her lips, turned. I lingered on the tiny clasp, holding the material together, ’til I silently unbound it. I took the straps in my hand and edged them off her body.
“Turn around,” I whispered, again.
Chrissie slowly turned, her face unwavering, her small breasts full and proud. My fingers gently swept over each nipple, fondling each one, gently, in kind. Chrissie’s breath was on my neck, her hands on my waist. I needed to slow our passion down. This desirable woman would have her night of submission another time.
“Ohh, Tom…what you do to me,” she sighed.
“No, Chrissie,” I said, quietly. “It’s what you do to me,” and I sucked in her lip again.
I leant down on my knees and finished stripping Chrissie of her trousers. She lightly stepped out of them, her body now relaxed. I playfully tugged at her stained panties, my hands around her and feeling her firm ass. My hands trailed down her thighs and further along her muscled legs. I slowly brought them up, Chrissie’s hands on my head, holding her steady.
I grabbed both sides of the flimsy material, and pulled her panties down, down over her tight butt, teasing myself as much as her. In moments, her sparse red hair was visible to me, again. I leant in, and as I pulled her soft panties down, I ran my tongue up her wet labia, splitting her lips. The tip of my tongue nudged her mostly hidden clit. I could feel Chrissie quiver, and push her cunt onto my face. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to spank her.
Chrissie slowly lifted each foot, allowing the delicate material to be free from her body. I picked them up, and lovingly felt the wetness she had left for me.
I picked them up as I rose, and lifting them to her mouth, sighed, “Open.” Chrissie’s mouth was still in a silent ‘Ooo’ so I slipped them between her glossy lips, our eyes never left the other’s.
She looked so hot with her panties stuffed in her mouth. I leant in and kissed her panty-filled mouth. I pulled them out after a few minutes and dropped them to the floor as Chrissie now began to strip me of my trousers.
Slowly and methodically she did what she was getting so good at, stripping her brother. Chrissie was on her knees, and demurely looking up at me, whilst she carefully unzipped my chinos. Her tiny hand ‘accidentally’ swooned across the impression of my hardness, hidden, somewhat, by my shorts. Chrissie leant in and tongued the hardness.
“No, Chrissie. Please. No,” I beckoned. “Not…not yet.”
I saw the little pout across her face and smiled. I kicked off my trousers then Chrissie continued her subtle strip-tease of me. My hands were flowing through her adorable, red hair as she played me, the way I had played her. Tantalizingly slowly, she grasped my boxers and pulled them down, my hard prick interrupting their journey.
I could tell she was smiling as she purposely pulled the front lower, making my cock spring up like a bobbing toy. I held her head firm by her hair so she couldn’t lean in and take me in her mouth. Chrissie had enough power over me right now.
Chrissie stood and played with my boxers, teasing me, but finally pushed them into her mouth, her body almost quaking with desire. She nonchalantly dropped them.
We stood, naked, in front of each other. We both waited, waiting to see who would give in first. I loved this little game, the whole dynamic of it. Chrissie brought a single finger to my chest and slowly ran it over my body. I stood firm, in more ways than one.
I brought my hand to her cheek, and lingeringly, brushed the tips of my fingers over her. Chrissie’s hands delved lower, and grasping my cock, squeezed it. I could feel my pre-cum ooze out. She brought her wet hand to her mouth, and tormenting me, slid her tongue along her hand, swallowing my sap.
She smiled when finished with this seductive act.
“Why don’t you light a few candles, Chrissie?” I asked.
She raised her eyebrows and turned, with a flourish, and did so. I found her phone and put some music on through her Sonos. I adjusted the pillows on the bed as Chrissie lit the last of the scented candles.
“Come here, darling woman,” I whispered.
Chrissie came to me and we slowly kissed.
“Let’s go to bed,” I touchingly said, as I clambered up. “Here, Chrissie. Come up here.”
I was sitting near the headboard and motioned Chrissie to come. As only she can, she slithered towards the bed, her eyes burning into mine. She stopped at my feet, her head bent over and kissing each foot as she licked each in turn. Her little body moved up further, and as she did so, she tongued my legs. My hand found her soft hair, and I stroked her. I silently spread my legs, but Chrissie knew. I looked down and marvelled at her gentle curves, from her back down to her delicious ass. I tried, hopelessly, to control my growing cock. I knew I’d lose that battle.
Chrissie was between my legs, only inches from my wet prick. She looked up at me, and her eyes never leaving mine, gently lifted my desperate cock and opened her mouth. Her head came down slowly ’til I could only see a mass of copper-red hair covering my groin.