Linda’s breathing deepened. She leaned forward a little more, resting her elbows on her knees. She was inviting more.
Mark slowly, carefully, slipped his hands under the hem of her top. The first touch of his bare hands on her bare lower back made them both inhale sharply. Her skin was soft, smooth and warm.
He worked her lower back, making slow circles with his thumbs on both sides of her spine. Her knit shirt bunched upward with his movements. He moved higher, allowing his palms to glide over the gentle curve of her mid-back. Then he let his hands drift to her sides. His fingertips brushed the outer swells of her breasts, barely, just the softest graze of skin against skin. He paused, testing to see how she would react.
Linda’s only answer was to let her head fall back a fraction and exhale a long breath. He did it again, a little firmer this time. Still no protest. Another quiet moan, deeper this time.
Mark’s heart hammered in his chest. This was the point of no return. He slid both hands forward, slowly and nervously, until his palms finally cupped the full, soft weight of her breasts. The knit top bunched higher as his hands moved beneath it. Her nipples, already hard, brushed against his palms.
Linda’s back arched slightly, pressing her breasts into his hands.
At the same moment her right hand reached behind her, searching. Her fingers closed gently around his cock, which was thick and fully erect now. It was hot and pulsing in her grip.
Neither of them spoke.
Their hands were finally where they had both wanted them for hours. The fire crackled in front of them, and the storm raged outside.
“Sweetheart,” she said, voice low and warm, “you’ve taken such good care of me today. Let me take care of you for a while.”
She eased forward off the cushion and turned, facing him and settling onto her knees between his spread thighs.
Her hands went to the knot at his waist. She tugged the belt free, parted the robe slowly, and pushed the thick terry cloth aside until he was fully exposed to her. His cock stood hard and heavy against his stomach.
She placed her palms on his thighs first, rubbing slow circles upward. She slid higher, over the tops of his thighs, then up his arms, feeling the muscles of his forearms and then biceps. When she reached his shoulders she leaned in. Her thinly covered breasts brushed the length of his cock as she kneaded the broad muscles of his shoulders.
She pulled back just enough to let her hands glide down his chest, tracing the line of hair that ran between his pecs and then down his stomach.
Finally her hands settled on his cock. One hand wrapped gently around the base. Her other cupped his balls, lifting and rolling them in her palm. She took her time, stroking him slowly from the base of his cock to its head. She relished feeling his velvet-soft skin over his rigid shaft.
She watched his face the whole time.
“Can Mommy give you a kiss?” she whispered.
Mark could only nod.
Linda leaned forward. She started with soft kisses along the underside. She pressed her lips to the warm skin, working her way up inch by inch. When she reached the head she kissed it once, twice, then let her tongue come out and licked a long stripe from the base all the way to the tip. She tasted the bead of precum gathered there, lapping it up with her tongue.