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Nick lowered his mouth to each of her nipples, closing his lips over them, his tongue swirling around. Her eyes closed, and he heard her moan, moving his other hand up to the apex of her smooth thighs. His fingers slipped inside her bikini and felt her wet heat, stroking her clit as she pulled him closer by the drawstrings of his bathing suit.
“Show me yours, first,” she said playfully, leaning back on the counter and waiting, watching.
Without hesitation, Nick dropped his shorts, peeling his T-shirt off over his head. Amy couldn’t conceal her smile, and he watched as she, with excruciating slowness, looped her fingers around the strings of her bikini bottoms, loosening them. Her slim hips now bare, she lazily slid off the counter, letting the remaining threads of her nakedness fall to the floor. Nick glimpsed only the slightest strip of hair between her thighs, reaching out to feel her, his hands smoothing the contours of her hips. He knelt to the floor behind her, dragging his lips over her tan lines, his fingers sliding over her wetness.
“Taste me,” he heard Amy say. Obediently, he slid his tongue between her thighs, sucking on her clit, spreading her legs further apart and sliding two fingers inside of her. He licked her slowly, gradually intensifying the pressure as her sighs got louder. Nick smiled inwardly. Now he had her under his control, he thought.
One of her hands buried in his thick brown hair, pulling, moaning louder. Nick stopped, giving her clit a wet kiss before standing up behind her and pressing his erection against her ass. He pulled Amy’s torso up so her back lay against his chest, cupping one of her breasts in one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She bit her lip, tossing her head to the side, digging her nails into his arms.
“Are you ready for me?” he murmured into her ear, stroking her slowly.
She pushed him until he was backed up against the opposite wall. Turning to face him, looking deeply into his eyes, she asked, her voice husky, “the question is, Nick, are you ready for me?”
He laughed. “I’ll try to be gentle,” he said, brushing the hair from her eyes and wrapping his arm around her midsection.
“Don’t,” she replied, turning to extract a few condoms from a drawer and tossing them on the counter.
She fell to her knees before him, licked her lips, and gestured for him to approach. “Come here.”
This wasn’t the way he had pictured this situation. In his version, he’d seduced her and had his way with her. Still, he figured that with his age and experience he could still show her a few moves.
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