Gathering Fallen Rocks Ch. 09

"Does this feel as comfortable to you, as it does to me? I don't want to rush you or frighten you, but you need to know this is important to me."

Gail put her arms around Howard's waist. "Yes. I'm not ... I've never been around men ... very much. You don't frighten me ... at least, not that way. I mean, not like ... like Ricky did. I feel good when you touch me, sort of warm, with a tingle. I like it." A blush rose up her face when she admitted, "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do."

"Oh Baby, you don't do anything. You let me kiss you. Just lie there and feel good. That's enough. If you want to touch me, do it. Just don't stop me from touching you. Can I have one of those kisses?"

Gail raised her head and gave him a slow, tender kiss, parting her lips slightly, finding it easier this time than she ever had before. She relaxed her tongue as she pushed the middle of her tongue against his lips and then made several gentle sucking motions with her cheeks. It was the only kiss she watched on the VCR tape, and the first time she tired it on Howard, she was surprised how easy it was and how good it felt, soft and easy when his lips yielded to hers. She put her head back on the pillow for a moment, but she wanted to try that again. While Howard breathed deeply, she moved her arms up his back and lifted her head again, tilting it to one side. This time she put the tip of her tongue inside her lower teeth and relaxed her tongue as she pushed the middle of her tongue against his lips. When he opened his mouth, she slid her tongue under his and relaxed her tongue, letting Howard take over the kiss. He moved his tongue from side to side across hers, the different textures pleasing both of them.

Howard moved his arms to pull her closer to him and deepened the kiss. He gently sucked her tongue into his mouth and allowed her to do the same to his. He moved slowly, letting her discover what felt good to her and took delight in her soft moans of pleasure. The inside of her mouth was so wet he could taste her. The wetness spread across her lips, easing his mouth as he slid across her lips.

He imagined what her other lips would feel like when he could touch them with his tongue. He could smell her musk and knew she was wet. As he kissed her, he used his knee to separate her thighs and moved between her legs. When she tried to tighten her thighs, he soothed her.

"Sh-h-h sh-h-h Baby, I remember. I just want to be close to you."

She relaxed her thighs, tightened them again, and then relaxed more, opening herself to feel him against her. She moved her hips, feeling his hardness.

Howard stopped kissing long enough to say, "Be still, Baby. Just enjoy knowing how I feel when I can touch you."

As he kissed her, he moved one hand from behind her to slowly hovering over her breast, barely touching the nipple with the palm of his hand. It was a slow movement as his palm went in a gentle circle, a bare touch of the nipple which grew from soft to firm and then it hardened. He rested his palm on her breast, his thumb in her cleavage and his fingers around the outside of her breast. He flexed his fingers, pressing into the softness of her breast, enjoying her swiftly indrawn breath and long, deep exhale, showing her acceptance of his hand on her.

She was trembling. He could feel the inside of her thighs quiver and her breath shaking. He moved his hand back around her and lifted her pelvis to let her know she could press herself against him. His mouth trailed across to the soft spot under her ear as chills collected across her shoulders, down her backbone, and along her arms. He had found one of those special places he knew he could always use to stimulate her.

His erection was hard as he rested against her. He wanted to move, the urge to find his own release throbbed in him. Yet he would not, he could not. He must wait. He wanted her badly, hurting from the wanting. She did not trust him yet, and he would see that she did trust before he went any farther.

While he kissed her, he moved his other hand from behind her, lightly hovering over the other breast, barely touching the nipple with the tips of his fingers. It was a slow movement as his fingers moved in a circle, a little more pressure than he used on the other nipple, feeling it grow from soft to firm and then hard as he captured the areola between his thumb and fingers, not touching the nipple. He rested his palm on her breast, his thumb in her cleavage and his fingers around the outside of her breast. He flexed his fingers, pressing into the softness with more pressure as his palm moved against her nipple. This time she gasped, arched her back and pressed against him, capturing his hand, shivered, and lowered her back. She panted as a shudder surged through her.

He was surprised to feel a release of moisture as the muscles in her lower belly throbbed. She whimpered through a small climax, her hands grabbing his shoulders as she lifted her hips. He could feel her moisture soaking her panties, his boxer shorts, and drenching his balls with heat. He rested his mouth against her neck as she shook. He did not intend to take her so far, but could not resist a smile against her skin, knowing that she could climax merely from stimulation of her breasts.

"Howard..." her voice was full of surprise and a little fear.

"It's okay, Baby, just enjoy it."

He rested most of his weight against her, waiting until he felt her breathing return to normal. He moved to lie beside her, with his arm still under her, he rolled her over and pulled her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Go to sleep, Baby." He held her until she was relaxed and breathing deeply.

"I'm wet, Howard."

"I know, Sweetheart. I am too. It's alright. It's wonderful."