“Not to worry. We’re just going to fool around. Correction, I am going to fool around. You’re just going to lie there nice and still and do a little forgetting. Are you all right with that?”
Women just don’t get it. Men, dolts that we are, will take whatever we’re offered in the way of sexual favors. We’re very easy to please in that regard. Very. And telling a guy you want to do him is definitely not a turnoff in any male dictionary I’ve ever read. Knowing all that, though, he said, “Well, I don’t know.” Men, bless our doltish hearts, don’t want to appear easy, either.
“I don’t know” was apparently a green light to Charmaine because she placed her hands on either side of his head and half lay on him, with her nipples nestled in his chest hairs. She even brushed herself from side to side to give him the full effect. “Do you like that?” she asked in a sultry, hot silk voice.
“Are my eyeballs rolling around in my head like a pinball machine?”
She laughed. Then, just before she placed her lips over his, she murmured, “I love your mouth.”
“I love that you love my mouth,” he murmured back.
“I just want to kiss you.”
He couldn’t have spoken then if he’d wanted to. And he didn’t—want to, that is. He was too busy holding on to the bedsheets.
Charmaine licked his lips. Not little catlike laps either. With wide swathes of her tongue, she wet him down. Then she bit him for smiling. Then she glided her mouth over his till they fit together perfectly. Then she inserted her tongue in his mouth, deeply. When he tried to reciprocate, she pulled back, but he was so far gone by then, it didn’t matter much.
“My show,” she insisted, lacing her fingers with his and placing his hands above his head.
“Whatever you say.” I’m no dummy.
“Are your ears still so sensitive?”
Oh, boy! “Nope. Not anymore.” He got rock hard just thinking about how sensitive his ears were and all the ways Charmaine knew to heighten that sensitivity.
She did every one of them now, one by one, as if she were following the Cosmo Step-by-Step Guide to Driving Your Man up the Wall. She blew into his ear. She nipped his lobe, then sucked on it. She inserted the tip of her sweet tongue inside. Ear sex, to be sure.
He bucked his hips up off the mattress, hoping Charmaine would take the hint and let him take over.
“Uh-uh-uh!” She unlaced her fingers from his but ordered him, “Leave your hands above your head.” She scooted herself farther down his body so that she sat on his thighs now; along the way her behind brushed over his erection causing him to groan aloud.
She just smiled, like the born seductress she was.
And, Dieu, she was so beautiful, with her wild black hair and dancing eyes. Her breasts were full… so full they overflowed his palms… at least, they used to. They were high, considering their size, and tipped with large pink nipples, which were erect now… hopefully because she was as aroused as he was. No, no one can be that aroused, he decided. Charmaine prided herself on a small waist, much like Southern belles of old, but her hips flared out nicely. She was shin but curvy, no anorexic model type. Pure woman.
“Honey, let me…” he said in a husky voice he barely recognized. “I need to touch you.”
She shook her head. “Not yet. I need to touch you first.”
But she wasn’t doing any touching. She was just staring at him, all over. “You are so beautiful,” she said, mirroring the same sentiment he’d just thought about her.
“Men are not beautiful.”
“You are. I remember the first time I ever saw you. You were walking ahead of me across campus. You wore a white T-shirt and tight jeans. I took one look at you, and I told my roommate, ‘That guy has a butt to die for.’ ”
“You did not!”
“Yes, I did. That’s the one thing about you that all the women comment on. Even today. Your rock solid tushie.”