Hillary by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Hillary by loyalsock

... said. "I've dreamed of that, and of you." He bent to gently kiss her and felt some of the tension ease out of her. "You have?" Hillary said, not quite believing him. He chuckled. "Oh yes, I have." He began massaging her shoulders and felt her start to relax again, leaning into his strong hands as they caressed and massaged her muscles. "If you sit up here I can do this better." Hillary stood, stretching with catlike grace, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, then sat on the bed. Rob motioned for her to stay put and got up long enough to pop open the bottle of champagne and pour two glasses. He chuckled again. "If I haven't been thinking about you, then why would I have had this?" Hillary shrugged, not used to this kind of flattery. "You could have had it for someone else entirely," she said softly. He turned her to face him and set down his glass so he could hold her properly as he kissed her. "Not for someone else, Hillary. Only for you." He gently tugged on her shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into her skirt, reaching up under it so he touched the bare skin of her back. His lips moved over hers as his hands stroked her back, ever so gently teasing the swells of her breasts as he almost, but not quite, tried to stroke them. Hillary felt her breath growing shaky and her mind slipped away leaving only sensation behind. She was grateful that she was sitting, for it suddenly seemed as if all her bones had turned to mush, no longer ...

... supporting her body. She giggled slightly, startling Rob, as she thought of one thing that *definitely* shouldn't have turned to mush... He drew back when he felt her giggle, and saw a devilish expression in her eyes. "What is it?" he asked. She grinned impishly. "I was just thinking how every time you touch me, its as if I no longer have any bones inside me at all." She reached out a tentative hand to touch the bulge beneath his pants. "I can't say I do the same thing to you." "You most certainly don't!." He pulled her against him as he lay back on the bed, bringing her to lie on top of him. She ducked her head as he pulled her shirt over her head in one quick motion. His hands reached up to touch her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, then cupping one breast in each hand. He leaned forward to kiss them. "Very nice," he told her appreciatively. "Almost as good as I dreamed." "Almost!" Hillary acted without thinking and swiped the pillow from beneath his head, hitting him soundly with it. "It's not nice to insult the girl you're trying to seduce." He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it until it grew hard under his tongue. "No insult intended," he said slowly, between kisses. Hillary forgot what she had considered an insult, and gave herself up to the sensations that coursed through her body. Each time his tongue touched her nipple, it was as if there was a line leading directly to between her legs, and should could feel herself growing wetter every moment. As ...