This is an excerpt (hope that's ok) from a novel called 'Late Night Sessions'
The process of removing clothing was a prolonged one, with each garment peeled away slowly, and with numerous kisses extending this exploration. Each new revealed possibility that came with the gradual shedding of clothing was tested in the darkness with fingers and lips. The familiar smell of his body made her giddy, and Vicky nuzzled her face into his chest hungrily, kissing lean flesh, and skin almost as soft as her own. It was easy to bare herself to him, and she did so with confidence, her usual self-consciousness entirely melted away
under the heat of his attention. In a single move she tugged her summer dress off over her head and cast it aside. At once she felt his fingers on her hips, then trailing upwards to cover her small breasts. His touch was skilful, and she thought fleetingly of his prowess with the guitar. She was the one being played now, with the sweet music of the senses being wrought upon her body. His hands glided over her no less delicately than they had the instrument, until her breathing was so rapid that she felt dizzy. Fingers gently massaged her nipples, bombarding her with a rolling wave of sensation that coursed down through her stomach, making her tense one moment and
languid the next.
“Here.”
She unclipped her bra, pulling it away from her chest, then reached for his hand, guiding it back to her breast. She heard a low sigh of pleasure escape his lips as he drew her nipple out between his forefinger and thumb. His mouth was soft against her, gently teasing at the already sensitised mound of her flesh, barely stimulating the nerves there, but just maintaining a low hum of sensation that gradually overwhelmed her. His hand went to her other breast, manipulating her left nipple as he suckled the right one. She clung to him,
digging her fingers hard into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged sobs as her body quaked uncontrollably. When she thought she could stand no more, she let herself fall back, his sleeping bag warm beneath her. He followed her down, resting his weight against her, swapping over so that he took her less stimulated left nipple between his lips, his beard tickling her breasts as his hands covered her. She was powerless to resist. It was easy to shift her position, opening her legs so that he could lie between her thighs. She liked the weight of him there, the feel of his body against hers, but even this did not distract him from his attention to her breasts.
Sensation rolled through her body in glorious arcs that made her hips thrust upwards and her thighs clench. Vicky felt the pressure build within her, impossibly strong as her sex ached for contact and release. She was shaking with it as she pushed upwards, trying to nuzzle her clitoris against him. She almost begged him for release, not knowing how he might react. The shuddering in her body grew ever more powerful, the sensations in her nipples filled her consciousness, and from them trickled down a mounting sense of pleasure that set
her most secret places aflame. The tender lining of her sex clenched involuntarily, and then clenched again, fuelling her pleasure until at last the gentle action of his mouth on her body carried her over the threshold. She rocked against him as the orgasm shook her, hardly able to believe what was happening even as the first wave of ecstasy hit her.
www.amazon.com/Late-Night...599-4428442
The process of removing clothing was a prolonged one, with each garment peeled away slowly, and with numerous kisses extending this exploration. Each new revealed possibility that came with the gradual shedding of clothing was tested in the darkness with fingers and lips. The familiar smell of his body made her giddy, and Vicky nuzzled her face into his chest hungrily, kissing lean flesh, and skin almost as soft as her own. It was easy to bare herself to him, and she did so with confidence, her usual self-consciousness entirely melted away
under the heat of his attention. In a single move she tugged her summer dress off over her head and cast it aside. At once she felt his fingers on her hips, then trailing upwards to cover her small breasts. His touch was skilful, and she thought fleetingly of his prowess with the guitar. She was the one being played now, with the sweet music of the senses being wrought upon her body. His hands glided over her no less delicately than they had the instrument, until her breathing was so rapid that she felt dizzy. Fingers gently massaged her nipples, bombarding her with a rolling wave of sensation that coursed down through her stomach, making her tense one moment and
languid the next.
“Here.”
She unclipped her bra, pulling it away from her chest, then reached for his hand, guiding it back to her breast. She heard a low sigh of pleasure escape his lips as he drew her nipple out between his forefinger and thumb. His mouth was soft against her, gently teasing at the already sensitised mound of her flesh, barely stimulating the nerves there, but just maintaining a low hum of sensation that gradually overwhelmed her. His hand went to her other breast, manipulating her left nipple as he suckled the right one. She clung to him,
digging her fingers hard into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged sobs as her body quaked uncontrollably. When she thought she could stand no more, she let herself fall back, his sleeping bag warm beneath her. He followed her down, resting his weight against her, swapping over so that he took her less stimulated left nipple between his lips, his beard tickling her breasts as his hands covered her. She was powerless to resist. It was easy to shift her position, opening her legs so that he could lie between her thighs. She liked the weight of him there, the feel of his body against hers, but even this did not distract him from his attention to her breasts.
Sensation rolled through her body in glorious arcs that made her hips thrust upwards and her thighs clench. Vicky felt the pressure build within her, impossibly strong as her sex ached for contact and release. She was shaking with it as she pushed upwards, trying to nuzzle her clitoris against him. She almost begged him for release, not knowing how he might react. The shuddering in her body grew ever more powerful, the sensations in her nipples filled her consciousness, and from them trickled down a mounting sense of pleasure that set
her most secret places aflame. The tender lining of her sex clenched involuntarily, and then clenched again, fuelling her pleasure until at last the gentle action of his mouth on her body carried her over the threshold. She rocked against him as the orgasm shook her, hardly able to believe what was happening even as the first wave of ecstasy hit her.
www.amazon.com/Late-Night...599-4428442
