was back, and as she placed her empty glass on the table, her lips reached over to mine. Accepting the invitation willingly, I lower my head, taking Apple-Pie’s lips in another kiss. As the kiss deepens, Apple Pie fell against the cushions and my upper body followed her, whilst my feet remained on the floor.
Apple-Pie tasted of champagne, and as our tongues became more forceful, I groaned deep in my throat. My cock surging to life as it pressed against my zipper when Apple-Pie gave a moan of her own. Apple-Pie’s hands were clamoring all over my back. Never staying in one place for too long as her hips arched up against mine.
Eager to touch more of Apple-Pie, I swiftly remove the vest and bra she is wearing, breaking the kiss to pull back and stare at my bounty. Apple-Pie’s flesh is alabaster against the sunlight which is streaking through the window. As I continue to gaze at her, my hands trace the throbbing vein from her throat, trailing down to her tits before coming to rest at her navel. As I leave a feather light path, Apple-Pie’s stomach quivers, her breathing deepens as her areoles swell and the buds come to life, hardening under my stare. Apple-Pie’s arms reach out to me; her touch hesitant as she cups my chin and licks her lips as her eyes became dewy with lust.
“Time to move this to the bedroom Apple-Pie.”
MSD
Shit, this was really happening. After everything that has happened in the last three weeks, Crabby was going to make me his. We were going to have sex. We were about to become lovers. Frustrated because Crabby has stopped touching me, the walk to the bedroom seems to take an eternity. When we do finally reach the room, Crabby placed me on the bed and drew the curtains, then he walked around to light the candles either he or Sugar Jay have placed earlier. My gaze never leaves Crabby as he wandered about. Nor did I drop my eyes when he stood before me and stripped himself. My gaze becoming saucers as he revealed a well-toned body. A small smattering of hair surrounds his navel, trailing down to hide behind his pants. Pants Crabby was in the process of removing and still I was unable to move, as I naïvely gazed at him. My eyes lingering on his cock once he has it free. I’ve seen pictures, I’ve watched a couple of porn movies, but nothing has prepared me for the sight of Crabby.
Nervously, I swallowed the saliva, which is building up in my mouth. A part of me wants to reach out and touch him. To feel him inside me. Another part of me wanted to run.
“It’s okay to be apprehensive Apple-Pie.”
“It is.”
“Sure. Apart from what we’ve done in the hospital, it’s been five years since I was with a woman.”
“Are you telling me you’re nervous Crabby?”
Crabby came and sat down beside me on the bed. One of his hands held one of mine, while the fingers of his other hand trailed through my hair as he swept it back.
“Shit Apple-Pie. All I want to do is get it into your panties. Look at my cock.”
With an uneasy giggle, I follow Crabby’s instructions and watch as he drops my hand to cup his cock. His hand enclosing the shaft as he rubs himself. Goo was leaking from the top and still he continues to stroke himself.
“Can I touch it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because when I cum, I’m going to be in your body deep. Not over your hand like a couple of high school kids fooling around on a first date.”
My clit is on fire, and as I continue to stare at Crabby’s body, I can feel the heat and dampness gathering in my pussy. It’s only then I realize I’m still semi dress and eagerly, I undo the catch of my shorts and lift my hips as I push the material down. When I reach the cast of the plaster on my leg, Crabby’s hand comes to rest on mine as he gently removes the remaining clothes.
Crabby’s loud groan has me jerking my eyes up to his face, where I discover his gaze is on my naked form. His hands are now moving over my body. His fingers linger around my