Chapter 153: Heart shaped box 004

With her standing only a step away, wearing a sultry smile, he found the courage to answer, "Yeah."

She reached out and traced a fingertip down his chest. "I didn't have time to get you anything in return. But maybe there's something we could give each other for Valentine's?"

Holy shit! This can't really be happening, can it?

"Kiss me before we think about this too much and ruin the moment," she said as her arm slipped behind his back and she leaned in.

The first touch of their lips was soft — a mere peck. Chris wrapped his arms around her; one hand below her shoulders and the other in the small of her back. She let out a little moan and pressed her lips to his again. The second kiss lingered. It was still soft, but their tongues slipped over each other, and he felt her shudder.

"Oh my," she breathed as their lips parted — but only by an inch or so. He could feel her warm breath tickling his face. "That was... Mmm."

He took the initiative, kissing her again — harder this time. Her arms squeezed tighter, pressing her breasts against his chest. They both gasped when they broke from the kiss.

Her voice a breathless whisper, she said, "Bedroom?"

He nodded, daring to let one hand slide down to her ass.

Her eyebrows twitched upward, and it dawned on him that she didn't know where it was. "Oh... Uhm..."

She chuckled and stepped back, letting one of her hands slide from his back and down his arm until she clasped his hand. She nodded, and he led her down the hall, unable to take his eyes off her.

As soon as they were next to the bed, she reached for the tail of his shirt and pulled it up. She traced the muscles of his abdomen with her fingers and moaned. "This is what pushed me over the edge. Delicious. Take it off."

He didn't need to be told twice, and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it away while her caress moved up to his chest.

"When you answered the door with your shirt off..." She shivered. "Oh my." She glanced down for a moment at her sweater, and then looked back into his eyes and twitched her eyebrows.

Chris reached for the tail of her sweater and pulled it upward. His heart beat fast as her tummy came into view. It wasn't exactly flat, but for a woman in her thirties who had two kids, it was incredible. The sweater slid higher, revealing her bra, straining to contain her large breasts. She raised her arms overhead, causing the globes to lift as well, and jiggle just a bit. His eyes fixed on them as he hurried to remove the sweater. As soon as her arms were free, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She slipped it off, dropped it at her feet, and cupped her breasts in her hands.

"You can look all you want now. Like them?"

"Love them," he said as he drank in the sight. Her breasts were heavy — pendulous — and capped with large nipples standing out erect from arousal. They were easily the biggest tits he'd ever seen up close.

Alyssa stepped in close again, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats, and then his underwear. She jerked both down at the same time, causing his cock to spring free and bob in the open air.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned as she curled her fingers around it. "Oh my. You're really hard."

"Oh god, that feels good," he said as he cupped her left breast in his hand, feeling the weight, warmth, and softness of it.

He'd always been self-conscious about the shape of his cock. The head was pointy, and the ridge flared, giving it a distinct arrowhead appearance. Alyssa didn't seem to mind, and actually seemed fascinated by it. She ran a fingertip along the ridge, and then to the point, making him throb. A drop of pre-cum welled up, and she smoothed it into his skin.

She moaned when his finger pressed against her nipple, her back arching and her grip on his cock tightening for a moment. "You're making me so wet. I've got to get these jeans off."

He was happy to help with that.

Chris popped open the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. He heard the clatter of her kicking off her shoes, but his attention was focused elsewhere. He let his thumb drag along her white cotton panties, and she whimpered from the touch. The zipper had no more than reached the bottom of the teeth before she hooked her fingers beneath the denim to push it down.

The jeans were tight, and it took quite a bit of wriggling to get them past the flare of her hips. Her panties slipped down a little in the process, revealing a patch of blonde curls on her mound. She sat down on the bed, lifted her legs toward him, and wiggled her sock-clad toes.

He pulled the denim down her smooth, gorgeous legs. Once her feet were free, she lay back on the bed and beckoned him with a crooked finger.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling her body, and dropped down onto his hands to kiss her. She reached between their bodies as they shared a hungry, needy kiss, and pressed his erection tight against her panties.

He couldn't resist the temptation of her breasts. In the same motion as he ended the kiss, he rocked back on his hands and gave one of the stiff nipples a flick of his tongue.

Alyssa whimpered and twined her fingers into his hair. "Oh, yes."

There was no way to count how many times he'd daydreamed about this. He licked and suckled her nipples, starting off soft and slow. She writhed and moaned beneath him, lifting her hips to grind her sex against him. As he increased the pressure, sucking harder, gasps joined her moans, and her fingers tightened in his hair.

Back and forth he went, sometimes teasing a nipple for only a second before switching to its twin. He sucked ever harder, until he was drawing her areola between his lips as well. Alyssa whimpered encouragement all the while, the sound of her voice and her sexy words making him throb.

"Oh yes, Chris. Harder. Oh yes. So good. You do that so good."

He was in heaven. Despite the incessant throbbing of his cock, the way she responded to his ministrations kept him at the task. To have a woman he'd fantasized about for so long expressing such pleasure was like a drug, and he couldn't get enough.

"Please. More. I need more. I'm aching," she gasped out, pressing on his head at the same time.

He gave each nipple a final kiss, prompting her to say, "Please," one more time. His next kiss was lower, between her breasts. He shifted his knees backward, allowing him to kiss her tummy a few inches above the navel.