Chapter 28

• "There are two types of speed: slow and pain." As those cruel fingers crept down her ribcage to her waist, Amanda mumbled and opened her eyes. She noticed that his attention was focused on her breasts when she opened her eyes. His eyes burned with heat as he slowly raised them to hers, wrapping his hands around her ribcage and elevating her breasts just a little with his palms. He asked with his crooked smile, "You prefer fast? He was making fun of her, and she said, "Let's just say I like to use my time effectively. He said, trailing a finger lazily between her breasts to her chin, "Some things are supposed to take longer," and leaned in to kiss her once again. To prolong the pleasure, he mumbled before breaking off for a tender kiss. He said, blowing warm air down her neck and across her shoulder, "Some things only the barest whisper." He took her hand and kissed the inside of her elbow and her wrist, saying, "Others demand a kiss." He massaged the flesh of her inner thighs while saying, "Others require a firmer hand," as his hand landed on her bare thighs. He avoided touching her pussy, which was covered in pantyhose. Amanda briefly allowed her doubts to return as she pondered whether she had taken on too much with Ernest Kesler and his sophisticated brand of pleasure. Her worries vanished as his hands rose from her thighs and she felt his thumbs brush over her nipples, adding fuel to the fire of her desire for him. His slight stubbled face caressed the delicate flesh of her breasts, catching her breath before his lips caressed the same firm nubs his thumbs had played with. As his lips, teeth, and tongue laved her nipples, she lost herself in the sensations. As his skilled mouth took her nipples as fully as he took her mouth and body when he kissed her, his moans of excitement only served to feed her own. She struggled to maintain her composure and tangled her fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. A short while later, she drew his head away from her breasts and brought their mouths together at the perfect angle so that they were skin-to-skin and smokin' hot with the anticipation of what was to follow. She repositioned herself, straddling his thighs without interrupting the passionate, moist contact of their kiss, and put her hands on his shoulders. She rocked gently and purposefully against Ernest's throbbing cock while Ernest controlled her movements by wrapping his hands over her hips and letting them drop to cup her ass. He blew warm air over her bare breasts as she self-consciously said, "One of us is wearing too many clothing." He teased her with a crooked grin as he bounced her hips against his cock once again and said, "I guess that's not you." She said, "You're not just a gorgeous face," and backed away from the prominent bulge in his pants. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you complaining?" She lowered her hands to his belt buckle and said, "Maybe, I did warn you that I was all about efficiency. He was amused by the changes in her and said, "You don't want my help then? "No, I believe we can all agree that you move way too slowly. Remember, I've taken your pants off before. I'm so knowledgeable now, "She spoke airily, grateful for the light conversation that helped her get over her anxiety and gave her the appearance of being more confident than she actually was. She cautiously lowered the zip after flicking open the button. He raised his hips from the bed as she wriggled deeper down his legs, lowering the cotton of his underwear and his soft slacks. She slid back up his body after his pants were loose, self-consciously swaying her shoulders and hips as he supported himself on his arms and watched her every move. Ernest could no longer take her mocking after feeling her warm breath touch his cock. He took her by the arms and rolled her to her back on the bed as he stood up. He yelled, "My time!" and knelt down next to her. His fingers hooked into the sides of her pants as he kissed down her body, feeling her tremble beneath him. He began by kissing her belly and then moved to her thighs, grinning as he did so. As he continued down her legs, he heard a faint groan of protest.
• His desire to ensure that this was a memorable first time for them was fueled by the shiver of anticipation he felt from her as he kissed back up her legs. He moved closer to the throbbing heat of her pussy while massaging the muscles of her thighs.
• Oh God, she cried aloud in her head. He had perfected the art of kissing and holding her. She was the one who was experiencing new sensations and real hot desire for the first time in her life. Of course he would; after all, he was Ernest Kesler and would have done this a thousand times with a thousand women. She had never felt this way about Alecks. As soon as she felt Ernest's hands open her thighs wider and give her a tentative kiss on the pussy, her head exploded in a million different ways.