Jo slowly slid up Tom's chest, her spine sliding over his crotch. She sat her beautiful ass in his lap and began to grind her butt into Tom's lap. The sensation was intoxicating, but Tom wanted so much to free his pent-up member and impale Jo on it. Nevertheless, Tom let her play her game, prolonging his agony in the knowledge that the pleasure was as much in the journey as the destination.
Tom let his hands slid down Jo's body, flowing over the muscles that undulated beneath her mahogany skin. "Mmmm," Jo purred, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder. Tom turned his head to bury his mouth in the nape of her neck. Jo turned as well to meet his lips with her own, and they opened to one another, their tongues sliding and thrusting. Tom's hands roamed, one traveling north to a melon-sized breast, the other slipping between Jo's thighs and sliding over the inside of her leg.
Tom's hand stroked her thigh, moving up and up until he pressed his fingers into her crotch, rubbing her through the thin silk of the thong panties. Tom felt the heat and damp that lay there, and Jo groaned pleasurably through their kisses. She placed one arm around the back of his neck, pulling Tom's face into hers and Tom responded by sliding his hand up onto her belly, a gentle stoke over her hard abdominals, before slipping his hand under the thong.
Suddenly, before Tom's fingers could reach Jo's hot slit, she thrust against him and stood up. Jo spun to face Tom, and grinned a sly grin, as if to say, "Not so fast." She continued to sway and move her body sensuously, while she slid her own hands over her chest, her tits, her belly, and then down into her thong. Tom watched, his breath coming harder, as Jo's eyes shut when her fingers dug down into her hidden snatch. She rubbed herself, thrusting her hips against her thrusting fingers, then slowly drew her hand out of her panties. |