She walks with him a few paces, until the backs of his knees touch a kitchen chair and he sits, heavily, his face still buried between her breasts. She straddles him, on his lap, and arches her back to press her breasts towards him. She can feel his erection growing against her through the fabric of their jeans, and she wriggles her hips just slightly back and forth, rubbing herself against his hardening cock.

His hands find the buttons of her shirt and, fumbling, manage to undo them. She shrugs out of the shirt and lets it fall to the floor behind her, revealing a pretty lilac bra cupped around the soft globes of her breasts. His hands go immediately to her nipples, hard and ready under the fabric. Fingers gently squeezing her nipples, his palms gently lift and cup the weight of her breasts in a loving caress. She leans into his touch, hungry for more, and kisses his jawbone. Shivers course through him and soon her hands are inside his unbuttoned shirt, tracing the paths of those shivers down his chest and back.

He unhooks her bra, freeing her heavy breasts to fall against his chest, as she pushes his shirt off his shoulders. They clasp together, bodies aflame, tongues and lips a mad tangle. She locks her ankles behind the back of the kitchen chair that holds them, bucking her hips against his groin. They can feel the heat and wetness through the fabric of each other’s jeans, and their breath is already coming hard and fast. He slides a hand along her crotch, and then pulls away, leaving her gasping.

She stands up then, wriggling out of her jeans, standing before him wearing only desire-soaked panties. She walks around behind him, and, kissing his neck, slides her arms around his waist. His hands reach up and back to trail through her hair and clutch at her head, and he lets out a desperate groan when he feels her hands slowly unfasten his fly. His cock, held tightly in the jeans for so long, bounces free. She pulls him up to a standing position then, letting his trousers fall to the floor. He steps out of them as she moves back around in front of him.

She drops to her knees, and grasps his hard cock through his boxers. She gives it a few firm strokes then wraps her lips around the head. The fabric diffuses the heat and the moisture of her breath, sending intense sensations to places she’s not even touching. Finally, unable to restrain himself, he lifts the waistband of the boxers past his cock, freeing it to the air, and looks at her with eyes full of need.

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"You can't test courage cautiously." --- Annie Dillard