Steph giggled nervously. Where have I been while all this has been going on?” she asked. “I always thought you two were so conservative.”
“Shows how much you know,” Lara said. She smiled and squeezed Hank’s hand. “We have a few friends who like to play the same games we enjoy.”
Steph took a swallow of her wine and looked at Brian. “You want to do this, don’t you?”
“Only if you do.”
Hank took Steph’s hand and placed it gently on the crotch of his shorts. “I want you very much, and I’d love to show you how good it can be with someone new.”
Steph sighed, torn between the indignation she ought to feel and the excitement that was making her pulse pound. Deciding that she did indeed want this, she relaxed her arm and let Hank use her hand to stroke his cock. She smiled and looked from Lara to Brian. “Why don’t you two go upstairs. I need a few minutes to get comfortable with this and I think Hank is just the one to help me do that.”
Arm in arm, Lara and Brian went upstairs and Hank, clad only in his shorts and socks, sat on the tweed sofa. “Why don’t you come and sit beside me?” Steph moved to the couch and sat with a few inches of space between her and Hank. “Baby, I’ve wanted you for a very long time, but I can wait until you’re ready. I want to touch you and hold you. I want to make you wet and hot.”
Steph sighed and leaned her head on the back of the sofa. Without touching her, Hank rested his head beside hers and spoke softly. “You know what I’d like to do? I’d like to take off that bra and watch your nipples get hard. I’d like to lick them and then blow on the wet skin. Your nipples will get as hard as tiny pebbles.”
Hank watched Steph’s body relax, then warm to the sound of his voice. “Then I’ll take one nipple between my thumb and index finger and pinch it, hard. You’ll think it should hurt, but it won’t. It will make your pussy twitch and you’ll have a hard time keeping your legs together. While I’m pinching one, I’ll take the other in my mouth and bite it gently.”
Steph’s eyes closed as Hank continued. “I’ll alternate, pinching one nipple and sucking and biting the other. Can you feel it, Steph? Can you feel my fingers and my teeth on your breasts? Tell me. Can you?”
“Yes,” Steph said, squirming, unsuccessfully trying to keep her body still.
Hank moved his mouth closer to Steph’s ear, his hot breath adding fuel to her fire. “Oh yes, I know how you feel.” He grasped the snap between the cups of Steph’s bra and unclipped the fastener. As he separated the sides, freeing her breasts, her hard, erect nipples reached for Hank’s mouth. “Like this,” he purred, pinching Steph’s left nipple. “And this.” He pinched the right. “And this.” He leaned over and nipped at her pebbled breast. “So delicious.”
When Steph reached out to touch Hank’s arm, he gently pressed her hand back onto the back of the sofa. “This is entirely for you. I want you to lie there and just enjoy. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
Her voice hoarse and breathless, Steph asked, “What exactly did you imagine?”
He leaned close to her face, his breath hot on the side of her neck. “I imagined breathing into your ear and watching you shiver with pleasure.” He caressed the skin on her cheeks and forehead with the pad of his index finger. “I imagined stroking your face and touching your lips with the tip of my tongue.” He licked the sensitive skin around the edges of her lips until it was almost torture for Steph not to rub the ticklish spot. He brushed his tongue along the joining of her lips until her mouth opened. “And I dreamed of tasting you.” He pressed his mouth against Steph’s until their tongues found each other and played deep inside the sensual depths.
“Oh, baby,” Hank purred when they separated. “I knew it would be this good.”
Steph opened her eyes and gazed at Hank. She should be ashamed of what was happening, but she wasn’t. She was revelling in the sensations and in the knowledge that this wasn’t her husband. This was a sensual man who wanted to make love with her. In the small part of her brain that was still capable of coherent thought, she realized that it was okay. No, she corrected herself. It was wonderful. She smiled.
“Oh yes, baby,” Hank said, almost able to read her mind. “Let me make love to you. Shall we go upstairs to where we can be more comfortable?”
Steph stood and, barefoot, wearing only her tiny, lace panties, she followed Hank upstairs to the guest room. While he ripped the spread off the bed and heaped the covers on the floor, she stood in the center of the room now eager to let Hank make love to her.
Hank turned and allowed his gaze to roam over Steph’s almost-naked body. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” he whispered.
“It is happening,” she purred, feeling sexual power and strength flow through her.
When she started to pull the tiny wisp of lace down over her hips, Hank knelt and took her hands. “Let me do this the way I’ve fantasized.” Then he pressed his mouth against her flat belly, flicking his tongue into her navel. He slowly lowered her undies and inhaled her fragrance. He helped Steph step out of her undies, then nudged her legs apart to make it easier for him to touch and taste and smell her.
He reached his tongue between her legs and pressed it against her swollen clit. He felt her legs tremble. “So excited,” he whispered, standing and scooping her into his arms and gently laying her on the cool sheets. He crawled between her spread legs and lowered his face to her cunt. He blew hot air through her pussy hair, further inflaming her, then brushed his chin lightly against her fur, just barely touching it, watching her hips buck and reach for him. “Tell me now, baby. Tell me how hot you are.”
“Oh God, Hank, I need you so much. I want you.”
“And I want you. My cock is so hard that most of me wants to climb onto you and fuck you until we both come. But I’m going to wait. I’m going to give you more pleasure than you think you can stand.” He brushed her pussy with his finger, then slid the length of her slit, parting her lips but not entering.
“That’s torture,” Steph moaned. She raised her hips but Hank kept his fingers just touching her.
Hank’s laugh was deep and sexy. “Yes. It certainly is.” He pressed just a tiny bit harder so his finger penetrated only a small way.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God.”
Hank tightened his tongue and flicked the tip over Steph’s hard, swollen clit.
With his breath on her skin, his tongue stroking her nub, and his finger rubbing her pussy lips, Steph could hold out no longer. “I’m going to come,” she cried.
As he felt her body begin to spasm, Hank forced three fingers deep into her body and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.
Waves of liquid heat pulsed through Steph’s body, filling her belly and cunt. He seemed to know just how to rub and lick, when to make it hard and when to stroke. Her orgasm continued for what seemed like hours.
“Hold on to it and don’t let it down,” Hank said as he climbed over her quivering body.
Steph wasn’t sure what he meant, but she concentrated on not relaxing, on reaching for more of the glorious sensations and not letting them ebb. When Hank plunged his fully erect cock into her soaking passage, it triggered more spasms of erotic pleasure. He thrust into her over and over until he climaxed and she came again.
“Lord,” Hank said as his breathing returned to normal. “It was even better than I dreamed.”
“It was fantastic,” Steph said.
Back in the kitchen in Harrison, Jessie listened to her friend’s story with increasing amazement. When Steph sat back on the kitchen