She's The One

Spontaneous

Denise was confused a moment. She opened her eyes and remembered where she was. She smiled, feeling giddy. She glances up at Tom, still sleeping. He was just beautiful, end of story. She felt a jolt of desire looking at his lips. That kiss was.. just..wow. Denise couldn't think of any word to describe it. He was so vocal in his pleasure, and it was so intensely arousing. As she watches him, he moves a bit, moaning softly. She bites her lip at the sound. She feels him getting hard against her belly. Gods, he is obviously well endowed, as many have said. She's not sure if she should just stay still? Maybe try and get up off the couch? Help him out? She rolls her eyes at her dumb ideas. He breathes in quick, then moans again, but says her name. She gasps, feeling him move against her stomach. She closes her eyes, feeling her heart pounding hard. This was so incredibly hot. Just knowing he was dreaming of her this way makes it difficult to keep her hands off of him. He whimpers like he is close to orgasm. Fuck, she really wants to touch him. She reaches out and moves his sweaty hair from his cheek. He rolls over away from her and sighs.  Denise decides to try and sleep some more.  She must have dozed off because the next thing she hears is Tom moving to stand up.  He turns around and she smiles at him gently. He blushes, embarrassed. "I...I'm not sure what did or said Denise. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, " He tells her, trying to adjust his pants. She shakes her head. "Not at all," she tells him, still feeling aroused but knowing he needs to set the pace here. She can't help but look him over. Tom sees how she looks him over. Her pupils were blown out. "Denise? Um, are you ok?" She blinks a few times. "Yes, sorry. I'm fine, Tom. But, um... just a bit turned on. I'll be good. " As he stood there, he wasn't getting anxious. If anything, he was more aroused at her reaction to him. He was still a bit wary about trying anything, but she was so understanding about his issue. She was a hell of a woman. He sits down on the couch and doesn't think. "Denise....can I touch you?" He asks. She licks her lips. "Yes....please," She replies shakily. He scoots close to her, feeling the heat of her body. She reaches up and caresses his cheek, moving to run her finger over his lips. He opens his mouth, nibbling and licking her fingers. She pants, saying his name on a moan. He takes her hand then, kissing and biting her wrist, kissing up her arm. She whimpered, and she heard him moan. "Denise...,"He whispers, pulling her shirt to the side a bit to place hot, open mouth kisses and bites onto her neck. She swears she could come from this alone. "Oh god... Tom," She feels herself trembling. He glances up into her eyes, "Can I have you? Can I try?" He asks softly. She kisses him gently. "Yes.. no worries, ok? I'm not going anywhere. " At that,he devours her lips, licking into her mouth. He stands up, and she follows him to the bedroom. She's surprised as he pushes her against the closed door, rolling his hips against her core,making her cry out. "Denise....I'm...so close...sorry," He says. She kisses him fiercely, moving her thigh so he can rut against her. Knowing he wanted her so badly after so long of not being intimate with anyone is intoxicating and arousing. He cries out, holding her tight against the wall, moving quickly against her thigh. He makes gorgeous feral noises that make her watch his every move. She leans in, speaking into his ear. " Take your pleasure, love. Come for me. Make a mess on my thigh, " She says, biting on his neck. He stops suddenly, sobbing out his pleasure, saying her name. "That's perfect....so beautiful." He slides down shakily onto the floor, laying down, breathing hard. She kisses his forehead, moving the wet hair from his face. He looks adoringly at her. "Denise..." She smiles at him before curling up on the floor next to him, letting him soak the experience in.