Turbulence

Their tongues untangled and his head lifted. His hair, longer, hand tossed from her fingers, covered his brow. He looked down at her as if he wanted to touch her but was unsure where to start. She arched ever so slowly, causing her breasts to heave upward. His eyes were drawn there. James dropped his face between them to rub the sides of his cheeks against her mounds. She stroked his hair and encouraged him further. It worked. His hand slipped under her sweater. His touch was cool from holding the beer.

Tammy shivered and sighed when contact tickled her intimately. James was good at the seduction a man gives a woman to make her grateful she was born a girl. There was such a delicate worshipping in the way his fingers grazed her skin. And when he reached her breast, he'd rub a nipple with just his index finger until it was painfully tight. Then he pinched it so desire would thread through each nerve in her tit and deliver the most delicious of sensation. She groaned deeply in her throat.

He used his tongue masterfully. It swept under her neck to her chin until his mouth covered hers. She enjoyed the kiss, but his hands were on her now, and she knew what followed. She wanted it desperately. The next step. The surrender.

As always, he knew her thoughts and understood her needs. He drew in a sharp breath, lifting her to a sitting position as he sat between her legs, sideways. He pulled her sweater over her head. He immediately dropped to her breasts. She’d put on a little weight. They didn’t bounce up as perkily as before, but from the look he gave them, it didn’t matter.
She reached behind her, unfastening her bra. He reached to the back of his neck and drew his shirt over his head and cast it aside. He moved on her, his mouth covering her left nipple before her back connected again with the loveseat. He suckled, licked and suckled more as he unsnapped the front to her jeans and eased the zipper down. He worked the tight pair down her long legs, stopping to pull off her UGG boots, then pulling them off the rest of the way.

“Are you cold?” James asked.

She became aware of her goose pimpled flesh. It wasn’t the chill. It was the thrill of having him again that left her shivering.

“No,” she purred as she let her fingers sweep over the damp lining of her panty between her thighs. He watched her intensely. There was another thing that only he knew. The deepest most erogenous zones ever to be shared by a man and a woman were plotted and charted between them both. She eased the cover of her panty over and played with her clit for him, deriving the correct response. His pupils dilated. His lids grew heavy, dreamy. He wanted her too.