...Curtis pressed his lips to hers. She responded timidly at first, then opened up and kissed him back. She stroked Curtis’s chest as their tongues entwined and hungered for more. She was vaguely aware of the songs changing as they were lost in each other. This was nice, but all she wanted was for him to tear off her clothes and ravage her.
“I want you so bad,” she whispered, then turned away. “Oh God! I can’t believe I said that!”
He chuckled and pulled her closer. “It’s okay. I like a vocal girl. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want…and like. It turns me on,” he said, as he brushed her hair to one side and sucked on her neck.
After a minute, he slid his hands up her ribs and cupped her breasts through her shirt. She swayed a little as he pinched her nipples with his thumbs.
“Now don’t you faint on me.” He took off his hat and tossed it on the couch, then danced her backward until she was leaning against the wall outside the bedroom. “See if you can hold up this wall while I do sinful things to you.”
She listened to the music as Curtis took control. A fiddle, a guitar, and words about love and loss were just background sounds to her.
Curtis unbuttoned her blouse. Her skin tingled as he parted the material. She opened her eyes and dared a peek at him. He was staring at her chest.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, then kissed the top of each breast.
“Should I take this off?” she asked, reaching for her bra strap.
“No, no. I’ll take care of everything. Tonight’s your night, Sher.”
Curtis kissed her throat as he unhooked and removed her bra. She arched her back and angled her chest toward him. How could she have been nervous and afraid? This was wonderful.
She gasped as Curtis’s wet tongue slid across her right nipple. Seconds later, his hot mouth closed around her breast. She clutched his shoulders as he suckled her. Rick had never spent any time trying to arouse her. Foreplay had been foreign to him. Curtis lightly grazed her nipple with his teeth, and she jumped as a bolt of lightning shot through her.
“Yes,” she panted. “That’s so…different and hot. I love it. Don’t stop.”
“Good. I want to take my time with ya tonight. Torture you slow, so you feel every bit of it.” He unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She shivered as Curtis toyed with the top of her pantyhose.
“I guess these are next,” he said, his voice a deep purr.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Curtis rolled down her stockings, stroking her legs as he went. Her head swam, and every nerve in her body quivered. She groaned as Curtis licked one of her nipples. This was agonizing. Why wouldn’t he just take her to bed?
Curtis’s strong hands caressed her calves as he stripped her pantyhose away. She swallowed hard as she realized that his head was at the same level as her black panties. What would he do next? He stood and looked her straight in the eye.
“You’re not nervous no more, are ya?” he asked with a wink.
“Hell no.” She kissed him full on the mouth and started to unbutton his jeans. What was he waiting for?
Curtis took her hands off his pants and rested her palms on his shoulders. “Now, now, you wait. I’m gonna take my time and give ya everything you deserve.” He trailed his fingers down her belly. “That is, if ya want me to.”
“Oh, I do. More than anything.”
“Good. Then let me work my magic. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
The music changed again, and a fast-paced song filled the room as Curtis inched her satin panties down. He helped her step out of them, and she stood before him naked.
Curtis caressed her inner thighs. She parted her legs and he traced the outline of her slick, soft folds with his fingers. Sparks shot through her, and she whimpered. “Oh, dear God!”
“Easy, baby, easy.”
Sherrie closed her eyes as Curtis pushed a finger inside her. Her heart hammered out of control as he probed her most sensitive places. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d known pleasures like this. Curtis suckled her breasts as his fingers worked magic in her body. His long fingers were strong and skilled from playing the guitar for so many years.
After a few seconds, she realized that Curtis was stroking her in time to the music. Each note made her whimper and twitch. How long would this divine torture continue?...