I want to taste you first

My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He groaned into my mouth, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer.

Steve's hand trailed down from my neck, his fingers brushing against my collarbone, then further down, cupping my breast over my shirt. I gasped, breaking the kiss, my head tilting back, exposing my neck. He took the opportunity to place soft kisses along my jawline, his hand still massaging my breast, his thumb rubbing against my nipple, now hard and sensitive, my body arching into his touch.

I moaned, my hands moving to his hair, holding him close. He responded by pushing me back against the couch, his body covering mine. His hands found the hem of my shirt, slowly pushing it up, his fingers grazing my skin, leaving a trail of fire.

He unbuttoned his shirt, removed my shirt, sat back, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. "You're beautiful, Mabel," his voice thick with desire. His hands reached behind me, unhooking my bra with ease. My breasts spilled out, and he groaned, his head dipping to capture one nipple in his mouth.

I arched into him, a moan escaping my lips as he sucked and teased my nipple. His hand cupped my other breast, his thumb rubbing against the hardened nipple, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Since you opened the door for me, I've been wanting to fuck you, Mabel," he said, his voice raw with need. "But I want to take my time with you. I want to taste you, make you come apart. Let's move to your room, I want to be more comfortable when I make you scream my name.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, his hands trailing down my body, making me shiver with anticipation.

I nodded, my mind too fogged with desire to form words. I stood up, taking his hand, and led him to my room. As we entered, he pulled me back into his arms, his lips finding mine again. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he was trying to memorize me. I could feel the heat building between my legs, my panties growing damp.

I wanted more, needed more. I reached for his belt, unbuckling it, then moving on to the button and zipper of his pants. He helped me push them down, along with his boxers, stepping out of them once they pooled at his feet.

Now naked, he was a sight to behold. His body was toned and muscled, his cock hard and ready. I reached out, wrapping my hand around it, feeling the smooth skin, the hardness underneath. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly, his hips moving slightly, fucking my hand, his cock twitching in my grip.

He reached out, stopping me. "Not yet," he said, his voice ragged. "I want to taste you first.”

His fingers dipped into the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips, helping him push it down. He pushed me gently onto the bed, then he joined me on the bed, his body covering mine, his hardness pressing against my thigh, making me moan softly.

He went for my lips, kissing me slowly, deeply. His hands explored my body, touching, caressing, teasing. He moved down my body, his lips trailing fire wherever they touched. When he reached my breasts, he took his time, lavishing attention on each one, until I was writhing beneath him.

His lips moved down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel. I could feel his breath on my core, and I squirmed, needing more.

"Steve, please," I begged, my voice pleading, my body aching for his touch.

His hands went to my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Leaving the bed, he knelt down, his face now leveled with my slit, still covered by my lace panties. He hooked his fingers under the fabric, slowly pulling them down, his eyes never leaving my center, his gaze intense and hungry

"Fuck, Mabel," he groaned, his fingers tracing my slit, feeling the wetness. "You're so wet.”

I moaned in response, my hips moving slightly, seeking more of his touch. His tongue parted my folds, finding my clit, and I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed. He licked and sucked, his tongue teasing me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, my body tightening, my breath coming in short gasps. Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled back, his fingers replacing his tongue, drawing out my pleasure, making me beg for release. “Steve…,” I moaned, my voice filled with desperation.

He chuckled, his fingers sliding in and out of me, his thumb rubbing against my clit. He brought me to the brink again, and again, until I was a writhing mess, pleading for release.

Finally, he relented, his mouth covering my core, his tongue and fingers working in harmony. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm approaching. "Steve," I gasped, "I'm going to come.”

I came apart, my body convulsing, my scream echoing through the room. His name on my lips. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out my orgasm, until I was a panting mess, trembling mess, my body sensitive to his every touch.

He moved back up to the bed, his lips finding mine. I could taste myself on him, and it sent a fresh wave of desire through me. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his hard length, feeling him pulse in my grip, making me moan softly. I really needed to feel him in me.

"Mabel," he warned, his voice strained. He groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with my strokes.

“I want to fuck you, I need to be inside you. Mabel. I want to feel you come around my cock this time."

I nodded, my body still trembling from my orgasm, but already eager for more. "I want that too, Steve. But we need a condom. I have some in my drawer."

He nodded, moving towards the drawer I indicated. He found the condoms, taking one out and opening it. He rolled it onto his cock, then turned to me, his eyes filled with desire.

I guided him to my entrance, lifting my hips to meet him. He pushed in slowly, I couldn't take him in fully. We both groaned, our bodies trembling with the effort to hold back. “Uh! So tight, Mabel.” he groaned.

He started to move, slow and steady, waiting for me to adjust to his size, his hips grinding against mine. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans.

I could feel another orgasm building, my body tightening around him. He seemed to sense it, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent, not changing the pace. I broke the kiss, my head falling back, my body tensing as the wave of pleasure hit me.

Steve followed me over the edge, his body shuddering, his groan echoing mine. He collapsed on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

After a moment, he rolled off me, a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at me, his eyes soft. "That was amazing, Mabel," he said, his voice still thick with desire. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.