1. Marcy's Playground 11 by loyalsock


    Date: 5/30/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... collarbone. &#034Sex is great, sweet star. Intimacy is priceless.&#034 Jean-Luc kneaded and kissed my breast through my shirt. Suddenly I understood. &#034Hey,&#034 I said. He stopped suckling me to look up. &#034It's not just sex you want to teach me, is it? It's knowing. It's knowing you. It's knowing myself. It's knowing who I could be, at my best. It's knowing who we are together.&#034 Jean-Luc smiled wide and caressed my cheek. &#034Now you get it. It's knowing that we're better,&#034 he caressed my cheek, &#034when we touch deep.&#034 He rubbed his fingers over the wet patch on my shirt, zeroing in on my nipple. I arched my chest into him. &#034I want to know that when I touch you, you feel it in more places than just where I'm touching you.&#034 He stopped touching my nipple to put a finger over my heart. &#034Because you do that for me, baby. Every time.&#034 Wow. &#034None of this is what I expected,&#034 I said. &#034Love never is,&#034 Jean-Luc said. He rolled me under him. The weight of his body on mine was delicious. He kissed me, and it was the slow, sensuous dance that went from appetizing to driving me wild. He ground his hips against mine, gently. I could feel the start of his erection, still a new and wondrous sensation to me. &#034Sweet star, I was thinking,&#034 he said when he broke off the kiss. &#034What?&#034 I asked. &#034Your list. You don't have to do all those things. You don't have to do any of those things. You just have to wait until enough ...
    ... time has passed between each thing you do, before you feel comfortable enough in your skin to try something new.&#034 &#034I'm comfortable enough now,&#034 I said. He didn't say no, but I could see that doubt in his face. Instead he said, &#034Well, maybe I can help you get there.&#034 Jean-Luc kissed me again. I had a moment where I felt grateful and lucky, and then I was lost in the kiss. He rubbed his hips against me, and slid his hand between us to find my breast again. &#034I really like this,&#034 I whisper. Jean-Luc chuckled and kept going. He rolled off me slightly, so just part of his body is over mine. He caressed his hand over my breasts in a figure eight pattern. Ooooh. I really like that. He caressed down my belly, up my sides, over my breasts again. I reached for him and mimicked his motions, but on his chest. I had the distinct feeling that they aren't doing quite as much for him as they are for me. Jean-Luc very slowly took off my shirt. The way he looked at me while he does it taught me something else. It's like how Evan looked at Heather. With a deep caring that resonates. It made me feel more naked than being naked. But I trusted him. I giggled. &#034Sweet star?&#034 I reached up to kiss him. He turned the light out, and suddenly everything was different: all touch, no sight. He reached under my skirt and rubbed me through my underwear. &#034Do you want me?&#034 he asked. &#034All the time,&#034 I whispered. &#034Like, literally, every single minute. It's ...
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