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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 02

Date: 2/1/2016, Categories: True Story, First Time, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

the street were eyes upon him as he traced a hand down the curve of her spine. Fiona shivered against him, asking, "Will you come in?" Mutely he nodded, and followed. Night seemed to take on a surreal quality, and her home, which he'd been to a good number of times within the last month was strangely unfamiliar to him, made more foreign still by her room, a place he'd not yet visited. Even with the light, it seemed insubstantial and ethereal, her slender body the only real thing near to him. She was the first to act, her hands roaming over his body, pulling him down for another kiss. No hesitation for his own part, he eagerly responded, enjoying the feel of her soft curves. Fiona pulled away briefly, eyes wide and anxious at the growing tension between them. "You know..." He knew, she'd said it once, and he only dimly heard her say it again while he nodded understanding. Jahn would be her first, as he'd been Jenny's, but she wasn't didn't want the rough sexy sex her sister liked, she wanted gentle sexuality. Making love, not fucking. No problem. Clothing seemed to fall away, and he enjoyed each exposure of unexplored skin with new enthusiasm, fingers and lips eager to claim all of them. The brunette's response was the same, exploring his flesh as if it were clay to be shaped in her hands. They moved together as one to the bed, nude in the half-light of the room, their shared arousal evident, when a stray thought occurred to him. He didn't have any condoms with him. Jenny ... didn't like them, and he really hadn't expected the night lo lead here. Whether it was the stricken expression on his face, or his sudden halt that alarmed Fiona, he didn't know, but she reacted with the same hurt expression that had struck a chord with him before. "Don't you want to...?" she asked, voice trembling. Stumbling over himself to assure her that he very much _did_ want her, he explained. "I ah, don't have any protection." Relief washed over her face, and her eyes cut toward the bathroom, a flush of embarrassment rather than arousal on her cheeks. Following her gaze, he saw that she was not actually looking within, but at the dresser next to it, where a small bottle lay. Oh, oh damn. She had planned for this, had decided that she would be ready even if he wasn't. "It's... taken care of" she said, faintly, dark hair shifting around her face as she looked down. He lifted her chin, tilting her face upward, kissed her again, and took her to bed. His entire body seemed to have entered a state of relaxation, with the exception of his cock, which was more than ready for her. Her touch upon it was as light as her kisses on his lips, and she almost seemed to look as if she were wondering whether that were for her. She allowed him to guide her, taking control of her flesh, hands sliding from her bare breasts, to her hips, and then legs, gently pulling them apart. Breath quickening, she grasped his wrist as he manipulated her body to the place he would take her. Her cleft, ...