“You have nice hands” Part 1

“You have nice hands” she said, giving me a coy grin over the candlelit table. I smiled, and looked her in the eyes, our gaze locking just long enough to build the tension that had been present since I picked her up. We both knew what was going to go down later that evening. It was inevitable. I looked down at my food and made a quip about how she looked almost as delectable as the buttery pasta on my plate. She blushed, and the rest of the meal seemed to go by in a blur. 

Even in the car, she was teasing me. Rubbing my already hard cock over my pants, playing with the waistband, she was making it very difficult to concentrate on driving. It was honestly a wonder we made it home in one piece. 

But we did, and from there things escalated quite quickly. I picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom, where I dropped her, not unlike a sack of potatoes. Without giving her time to catch her breath from the impact, I pressed my mouth into hers, and positioned myself on top of her, kissing her deep and long. She was already gasping after the first 20 seconds in the bedroom, good gasps, gasps that let me know that she was dripping. I guess I can have that effect on some gals. In one swift motion I brought her shirt over her head, and mine over my head. The window was open and our skin prickled deliciously in the cool Autumn air. Skin on skin contact was always a massive turn on for me, and as I felt her hands brushing the ultrasensitive spots on my flanks, I shivered with anticipation. I began kissing her neck, working my way ever so slowly down to the space in between her breasts. With ease I unclipped her bra and was presented with some gorgeous tits. I began to work my kisses towards the nipple of her right breast, which was already hard, and began to play with the other one with my hand. Soon enough, I was making her moan just with the little flicks of my tongue over her nipple. But that was just the appetizer. Soon, I grew bored, and began working my way down with the kisses once again. I unbuttoned her pants, and pulled back both those and her panties, no formalities. I then began the second course. Quickly, she realized that my skill with the tongue was not something to be trifled with, and I had her convulsing with pleasure in about a minute and thirty seconds. Her hand was on my head, pressing me deeper, and I was more than happy to oblige, rubbing concentric circles on her clit. These circles would alternate sizes, and even though she was writhing, I never let up.

It turned out she was a squirter, which I was alright with, and after she had caught her breath she confided in me that no one else had made her cum quite that hard before. I just gave her a gentle smile and with a twinkle in my eye reminded her that I hadn’t even introduced her to my “nice hands.” 

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dcmq1c/you_have_nice_hands_part_1