Cat and Mouse Part 2_(0)

Josie opened her eyes whilst their lips met, it was a strange sensation, hesitant and sensual. His eyes were closed, his long dark lashes fluttering as he concentrated on his task. Me, I’m that task. Josie felt her chest expand in a rush. He likes me. She closed her eyes, content to experiment.

His kisses didn’t stay soft and gentle for long. Harry licked her crevices, feeling the moist insides of her mouth with his tongue, then he broke away and kissed her neck, one hand massaging a breast, the other attempting to undo buttons. He gave up, kissed her quickly on the lips and slid a hand up the inside the material to the lace of her bra. He flicked a finger over her nipple, kissed her hard on her nape and reclaimed her mouth.

He was breathing pretty hard. Josie liked that he was aroused and she wanted to be naked with him, he seemed so intent, so focused. She wondered if it had been some time since his last fuck. Discretion prevented her from asking. Instead, she undid a button on his jeans and plunged her hand into his warm crotch. The reward was mesmerising. He was big and hard. AND he wore boxers. Josie smiled as he kissed the exact point her cleavage commenced and worked his way up to her collarbone with slick kisses.

In a moment of weakness, Harry did something telling. He cupped her face in both his hands and looked into her eyes. He made her feel as though her irises were the centre of his universe. Josie blinked, unsure. She squeezed his ample pole, in the palm of the hand she had wedged down his pants and he tilted his head back and rolled his eyes. Bingo.

“I see you like that”, she purred.

“Oh Honey, you have no idea.”

“Oh I think I do.” She murmured the words against the warmth of his lips.

Helpfully, Harry undid the zipper of his jeans, giving her freedom to flex her fingers.

“Thank you.”

She started to cautiously stroke his warm, hard cock, working out what he liked. He shivered and shook, Josie found it fascinating to watch. She wondered if he might cum very quickly if she continued. Harry read her mind.

“I have a surprise.”

“You do?”

“Yeah”, he smiled his heart-melting, lopsided grin. “Can you take your pants off?”

Josie laughed aloud.

“Maybe later?”

“O.K, maybe you’re right. Where is your fridge?”

“Behind you”

He sauntered over to the fridge with his backpack and Josie watched, intrigued. He glanced back.

“You can’t look.”

She busied herself finding a suitable album for their mood, leafing through her vinyl until Harry came to stand beside her. In an intimate gesture, he played with the skin on her lower back whilst she selected something good. Josie placed the needle on the track and faced him, gyrating her hips. She raised her hands above her head and danced, writhing her delicate fingers. Harry, opportunist, tugged her thin shirt up, over her breasts so she could easily slip out of it.

Josie watched his face. Her breasts were probably her best feature and today, her ample rack was nestled in her best bra. Josie smiled privately, ‘just in case’ had become ‘thank-fucking-god’. Her black, lacy number cupped her ample, pale, fleshy mounds perfectly. He looked impressed. She let her hands fall down to her sides, a little bit shy now she was semi-clothed. He’s standing in front of you with his fly undone. Josie laughed. She couldn’t help it. Harry looked down.

“I forgot I was semi dressed.”

“We got distracted.”

“Yeah. Oh man, you have the most amazing body”.

Josie beamed. Harry ran his big, broad, warm hands up and down the length of her back. He was so close his heat radiated. She stretched towards him, feeling her way in the strange immediacy.

“And you, smell… Awesome.” Josie said softly.

She nearly died from the intensity of the moment, very nearly melting off into the atmosphere.