Hillary by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Hillary by loyalsock

... he caressed and kissed her, Rob slid his hands under the back of her short skirt and began to gently rub her buttocks. "You," he said softly, "have one hell of a nice ass." Hillary slipped out from under his hold to lie beside him. She waited a moment until she had her breathing under control again and commented, playing with a button on his shirt, "It's not fair, you know. You have me half undressed already." Rob stood and quickly stripped, leaving Hillary to stare at his wonderful body. He grinned down at her. "Well?" Hillary stood and slowly, seductively, slipped the skirt and panties over her hips. She then knelt before Rob on the bed, wrapping her arms around Rob's body. "Nice," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Very nice." Her hands snaked up around him, until she reached the base of his neck and wound her fingers through his hair. She tugged gently, bringing his lips to meet hers as she leaned back, pulling him down on top of her. Her hands caressed his buttocks as their tongues fenced. Her breathing grew ragged as Rob rolled over to lie beside her, one hand lazily tracing a circle around one breast. "You do have a very nice body," he said softly, his eyes holding Hillary's captive. She felt as if she were sinking in sensation, her mind caught by his eyes and by the feeling of his hand as it teased her body. His hand moved up to gently cup her breast, his thumb lightly brushing the nipple. "You have very nice breasts," he whispered, as he bent his ...

... head to take the nipple in his mouth. Hillary felt as if shocks coursed through her as his tongue lightly teased the nipple till it was rigid. Then his tongue trailed down the side of her breasts, and he nuzzled the hollow between before moving to gently lick the other nipple until it too was hard. Hillary found it hard to think, and knew that if he continued much longer, she wasn't going to be able to hold back. "Rob," she whispered, her voice barely audible. It was so hard to even think. "Rob, if you don't stop I'm going to..." "Good," he interrupted softly. She could almost feel his mouth smile against her breast. His hand gently drifted down, over her flat stomach, feeling the muscles jump, until he lightly brushed the dewy wet mound of curls at the juncture of her legs. He pressed his hand against her, feeling her press her hips against his palm as she moaned. He slipped one finger into the warm folds, finding her center of pleasure hidden inside. He gently rolled it under his finger, his tongue still teasing her nipples, until she moaned and writhed beneath his hand. He felt her tense, and quickly moved to capture her lips with his own, pinning her beneath his hard body as he felt her release with a warm rush against his hand. Slowly, she relaxed, opening her eyes to see him staring down at her, a soft, amused expression in his eyes. She blushed. "You look like you did that day on the roof," she said softly. "So do you..." he whispered, brushing her lips with his, then ...