The Glass Knot-mmf (7 page)

As
the material fell away from my breasts his gaze burned into my chest. His eyes
were unblinking, his breaths short and shallow.

I
tossed the bra aside and tweaked my already taut nipples. I liked my nipples,
they were pale and small, cute I had been told, and they were really sensitive,
incredibly responsive to any kind of stimulation.

“I’ve
seen plenty of women’s tits on the beach this week,” he said breathily. “But
none as beautiful as yours, Laura. None that I could simply stare at all
night.”

“I
hope you’ll
do more
than stare.” I could hardly keep the lust from my voice. “I’d like to feel your
lips, your tongue, the stubble on your chin scratching over them.”

He
swallowed and shifted from one foot to the other. “Okay.”

“But
first things first,” I said, hooking my thumbs beneath the elastic of my
panties. “You said you wanted me to take off my clothes. I haven’t quite done
that yet.” Very slowly I began to roll the scrap of silk and lace down. Inch by
inch revealing my thin landing strip of pale brown pubic hair, and praying that
the damp gusset wouldn’t be too obvious as it slid down my legs.  

He
stared at the juncture of my thighs as I kicked my pile of clothes away then
stood totally naked before him.

“Josh,”
I whispered.

“You’re
exquisite,” he said softly. “And so neat.”

“You
mean compared to a man?”

He
nodded, still staring at my pussy. “Yes, compared to Nick, compared to me, no
dangly bits, just softness and curves in all the right places.”

I
suppressed a giggle. “I’m glad you think so.”

His
gaze met mine. The sexual tension fizzing between us straightened my mouth and
beat down my mirth.

“Oh,
I more than think so. Laura, please, I want to touch you.”

“And
I want to touch you, so take off your clothes too, Josh.”

Briskly,
he removed his shoes and socks, shucked down his jeans and began to unbutton
his shirt. It hung down over his boxers, hiding the outline of his cock.

“I
don’t normally wear underwear,” he said. “It just gets in the way.”

“Lucky
Nick,” I said. Impatience trickled through me as Josh fumbled with his shirt buttons,
so I walked over, reached out, and with thankfully steady hands, undid his
shirt. “There we go,” I said, gently pushing it over his wide, smooth
shoulders. It slid down his arms and onto the floor with a quiet whoosh.

He
blew out a long, low breath that breezed over my breasts, tightening my nipples
farther.

“Laura,”
he murmured. “Are you sure?”

“Oh,
yes.” I was feasting on the sight of his golden chest. A small collection of
blond hairs sat in the center of his sternum, and his nipples, like mine, were
small and pale. “I want you to touch me, explore my body, and discover what it’s
like to be with a woman. I want you to learn how to make a woman come.”

“But—?”

“There’s
no buts.” I stepped back and looked down at his tight black boxers. His erect
cock was tenting the material, and I couldn’t help but admire what must be an
impressive girth to be creating such a large bulge. “Josh, your need is
obvious, it’s there before us and was stabbing into me when we danced, but with
a woman, the signs that she is turned on are more subtle.”

“What
do you mean?”

“Look
for the clues.” Once again I tweaked my nipples. “My breasts are desperate for
you, they feel heavy and hypersensitive, my nipples so hard and seeking any
kind of stimulation they can get.” I lowered my voice. “Just the breeze of your
breath is making them tingle.”

He
stared down at me. “It is?”

I
swallowed and nodded. “Sometimes I think I could come just with the sensation
of a man with a talented tongue sucking and playing with my nipples.”

“Nick
tells me I have a talented tongue.”

“I
don’t doubt that for a second, but you may have to hone your talents when it comes
to using your tongue on my—”

“On
your—”

“My
breasts and…my pussy.”

He
smoothed his palm over my sleek hair, following the shape of my skull until he
cradled my cheek. His gaze was intense and unblinking, and I saw a glimmer of
confidence and self-assurance growing. “I want to make you come, Laura. I want
to taste you, kiss you. I want to put my dick in you and find out what it feels
like to be buried, balls deep, in a beautiful woman.”

My
breath hitched at his tumble of erotic words, and my mind was held hostage to a
series of carnal images.

“But
mostly I want to make this night memorable,” he said, “because this is my one
pass, my one chance, not just to be with you, but to be with someone other than
Nick. After tonight it will only ever be him, for the rest of my life.”

I
shuddered out the breath I’d been holding. Of course, that was how it was. I
hadn’t fooled myself into thinking there would ever be anything more between us.
Josh was right, we had to make this memorable. We had to make this more special
than anyone else’s first time, because this was his first and last.

“Not
that I don’t love him,” Josh said. “I do, more than—”

“More
than anything else in the world,” I finished. “I get that, I understand that,
so let’s take Nick out of the room and concentrate on us.”

Josh
closed his eyes. His lashes created shadows on his cheeks and his brows pulled
low. Then he opened them and the furrows in his forehead relaxed. “You’re
right, no more Nick.” The deep blue of his irises shone like the deepest depths
of the ocean. “Me and you. Josh and Laura, just for tonight. Just for one
night.”

“That
sounds absolutely perfect.” I stood on tiptoes and touched my mouth to his. The
feel of his soft warm lips, hesitant and barely parted, made it the most
delicate, wondrous kiss I’d ever experienced. I pulled back and smiled. “I
won’t break you know.”

He
swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “It’s just, Nick and I, we get a bit
rough sometimes, carried away. It doesn’t matter, we’re guys, we can take it,
but you will say if I’m too much for you, won’t you?”

My
heart swelled. His anxiety was deep and profound and very real. “Josh, I’ve had
slow sweet sex before and hard and fast sex too. I’ll tell you to stop if I
can’t take it, but something tells me you’re going to be a natural, so just
relax.”

He
smiled and dropped his shoulders a fraction. “Thank you.”

I
reached for his hand and pulled him toward the bed. “Lie down with me.”
Shifting onto the mattress, I rested back so I was semi propped up on the
mountain of pillows. I tossed the chocolate to the floor.

He
crawled next to me, staring at every shift and wobble of my breasts as I
settled.

“Touch
me, like this,” I whispered, tweaking my nipple again.

He
copied me, playing with my opposite nipple.

I
fluttered my eyes shut. Breast stimulation had always been high on my list of
foreplay and his big, firm fingers were simply perfect.

“Does
that feel nice?” he asked.

“Mmm,
lovely.” I scooped my whole breast into my palm and squeezed the soft flesh.
Again he copied me, then to my delight, dropped his head and took my nipple
into his mouth.

I
released a small moan of encouragement and threaded my fingers into his hair.
It was soft and thick and feathered over the back of my hand like silk ribbons.

He
was busy with his tongue. Plucking my taut areola, he switched to the other
breast. Before I knew it he was kneading both of my breasts and sharing his oral
attention between each nipple.

“Oh,
Josh, you’re doing it so right,” I murmured. “Yes, just like that.” I arched my
back and smoothed my hands over his warm shoulders. “Your mouth feels
wonderful.”

But
his attentions were sending white-hot fingers of lust straight to my pussy. I
wouldn’t be able to keep up a slow seduction for much longer. My clit needed
attention, I needed filling. It had been so long.

After
a few minutes I captured his cheeks in my hands and lifted his face to mine.
“Josh, oh God, I’m so turned on.”

His
mouth was wet and his lips pliant, his breaths faster than they’d been before.
“Show me,” he said.

Staring
into his heavy gaze, I slid my hand down over my breasts and belly. “Here.” I
parted my legs, dipped my fingers through my silken folds and into the entrance
of my pussy. Instantly they were coated in my juices. I withdrew and held my
shiny fingers between us. “I’m so wet and ready for you,” I said. “Look.”

He
studied my fingers for a few seconds, then wrapped his hand around my wrist and
brought them to his lips. He drew my wet fingers into his mouth, closed his
eyes and sucked, his cheeks hollowing and the suction making my digits tingle.

My
heart pounded and a pulse thrummed in my clit. “Josh,” I said quietly. It was
one of the sexiest things I’d ever witnessed.

Pulling
my fingers out, he smiled down at me. “My first taste of woman,” he said. “I
want more.”

A
tremble attacked my stomach and spread to all four of my limbs. “There’s plenty
more,” I said, parting my legs. “Go find it.”

A
flash of apprehension crossed his eyes.

“I’ll
help you,” I said. “I’ll show you what I like.” I ran my damp fingers down the
side of his cheek. “It will all be good, you’ll see.”

He
nodded and as I shifted upward on the bed he settled between my legs. I was
spread open for his gaze, and although the light in the room was dim, I knew I
was very much on display. Every crease and fold, every pubic hair would be
there for him to see. My wetness would be obvious glistening around my
entrance.

I
absorbed his expression as he looked at a pussy for the first time. It was one
of fascination, curiosity and also, I was pleased to see, hunger.

Encouraged,
I pressed my middle finger over my clit and gave a few small rotations. “Touch
me,” I said, “touch my clit like this.”

He
adjusted his wide shoulders and with the pad of his index finger copied my
action. It wasn’t quite as firm as I wanted, but I wasn’t about to criticize
him at this stage. “Mmm, yes,” I said, “that’s nice, can you feel how swollen
it is?”

“Yes,”
he said.

He
leaned forward and touched his tongue to my clit, repeated the same movement as
his fingers.

“Ah,
ah, yes,” I gasped, fisting the sheets. He’d taken me by surprise. I’d expected
to have to coax him into oral sex. But it seemed he had other ideas and was
ready and more than willing.

“Ah,
fuck, you taste delicious, I could eat you all night,” he said, upping the
pressure and the pace.

“Oh,
Josh, you weren’t lying about your talented tongue.”

He
grunted an answer, sucked and rotated around and over my clit. Before long a
pressure was building in my belly. Growing and climbing to a point where
release would soon be inevitable. My breaths became ragged, my heart thumped. I
dropped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. Stars flashed before me, big
sparks of white light that seemed to coincide with the movements of his clever
tongue.

Suddenly
he stopped.

“Oh,
heaven help me,” I moaned as my clit buzzed in frustration.

“Did
I do that right?” he asked.

“Jesus,
do you even need to ask? One more second and I would have come.”

“You
would have?”

I
opened my eyes and stared down at his wet chin hovering over my mound. “Yes,
Josh, you did that perfect, more than perfect. But now, now I just need you to
get inside me.”

He
grinned, a smile that held more than a little male pride and a good dose of
lust. “I’ll get a condom.” He left the bed and scrabbled in the pocket of his
jeans.

Returning,
he pushed down his boxers and tossed them aside.

I
looked at his cock, looked at his face, looked back at his cock. It was a truly
magnificent cock, thick and long and circumcised. The slit was wide, the groove
beneath the glans deep. The shaft that rose from a neat thatch of blond pubic
hair was a deep rose color with a single straight vein running up the center of
the underside.

“Laura,”
he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

I
shook my head. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Are
you sure?”

I
caught his gaze. “You have a very lovely cock,” I said, then realized never
before had I complimented a guy on the appearance of his dick.

He
smiled, tore the condom wrapper and pulled out the thin circle of latex.
“Thanks, and you have a very nice pussy, not that I’m an expert.”

A
small giggle escaped my lips. We were being so polite.

Within
seconds the condom was on and he was laying over me, elbows bent either side of
my head as he took his weight.