Grace Takes a Time Out Ch. 13

"What?"

"The new room, silly. Let's see what it's like with the new paint." Still whispering in his ear, but now her hands have found their way under his clothes.

"Ahh. OK." He starts to turn around but she holds him tight, resisting.

"Just a minute." and her hands continue to explore, making his skin tingle and he can feel an erection building. She moves her hands up and pulls his shirt off over his head then slides them down to push his shorts and underwear to the floor. She kneels behind him and reaches around to untie his shoes: "Foot." she says, tapping one and he lifts it out of the shoe; then the other and he is completely stripped. As she stands her hands run up his calves, thighs, hips, waist, and then in front to his chest before descending again to stroke his penis. "You have a beautiful body, mister naked man. What should I do with it?" she whispers to him, still from behind, her hands still stroking, ever so slowly.

"Anything you think would feel good to you or me," he replies, again leaning back into her; he can feel her breasts through her shirt against his bare back.

Again, very quietly so he has to listen carefully she says: "Anything I think would feel good to you? That gives me an idea – want to hear it and vote?" He shakes his head 'no'. "Good, because I'd out-vote you. While I'm doing what I think will feel good to you, you can think about what you can do that will feel good to me. Fair is fair." He nods 'yes'; he is breathing more rapidly now, expecting something, but not knowing what. "You close your eyes now." and as she says this she comes round in front of him, one hand still gently stroking him "Keep them closed, that's right, I don't want to have to blindfold you. Now I'll lead, you follow, and I'll tell you what to do."

She grips his erection just a little tighter than she needs to just to stoke it, pulls gently to lead him, and after a slight hesitation he figures it out and follows her, eyes still closed, around to one side of the bed where she stops, turns him around, still by his erection, so his back is to the bed and gently pushes him until his calves touch it. "Sit." she directs; "lie down, turn 90°, and slide over so you are right in the center. That's right, good. There. Keep your eyes closed: I don't want to have to put a pillow over your head!"

She quickly and silently removes her shirt and bra then climbs on to the bed on her hands and knees and moves near so her head is above his erection. He feels the bed shake as she moves around on it, but resists opening his eyes. "Still closed? Good. Now we're going to play a game called 'how long can you hold it' in which you stay silent, eyes closed, and you're allowed to say only one word, 'stop', if you think you are too close to orgasm. If you misjudge and shoot all over me or yourself or the bed, the game is over. Got it?" He nods 'yes' and his hands shift uneasily on the bed sheets as his breathing tightens.

"Good; here we go." She sits down on her heels then leans forward so her breasts are above his erection, and squeezes them around it and moves back and forth a few inches. "Did you ever imagine your big, hard, penetrator between my tits, sliding, sliding back and forth? How does that feel?" She asks in a soft, innocent sounding, sexy voice; after a couple of minutes she continues in the same voice: "Good. You're doing well. I'd hate to have you lose it and blow your load all over my neck and my yummy tits, 'cause then I'd have to wipe them off and lick my hands and fingers clean; can you imagine that?"

"Stop!" he calls out and she immediately pulls away. He's breathing really hard, but his eyes are still closed.

"Oh dear, too much? Let's give you a minute to catch your breath and calm down." And she sits silently for what seems a long time to Peter, but probably is less than a minute. She shifts her position back up to hands and knees again, her head above his erection, and lowers herself so she can brace his erection with one hand as she licks the opposite side, up and down, and up and down. "Maybe this is easier for you?" She continues until she has gone around the whole thing a couple of times and his breathing rate is back up. Peter is trying to block everything out and all he can hear is his charging heart beat and all he can feel is her tongue on his dick. She changes her method: she curves the thumb and index finger of one hand toward each other making a big enough circle that as she strokes his erection she has the lightest touch she can manage but he can still feel, almost feather light; while she's doing that she leans her head down further between his legs and licks his balls alternately, together, drawing one at a time between her lips.

Within 10 seconds he calls out again "Stop!" and she does, pulling her head up and hands away. He's panting now. She moves over, still hands and knees, spreading his legs so there's room for her and puts her hands on his thighs and slides them up to his stomach and back, slowly, gently.

"You OK mister naked man?" she asks in her soft, innocent, sexy voice. "Try to relax, don't fight it. I'll give you a minute." She continues to run her hands up and down him while at the same time trying to maneuver herself so one or the other of her tits brushes his erection as she goes in each direction. She's grinning ear to ear, watching him, taking in all the details of his handsome body. Then she takes his erection in one hand, gives it a couple of gentle strokes, and drops down so she's lying on and between his legs and thighs, her shoulders held up by her elbows on the bed, and simply swallows it whole. He just kind of gurgles. She attacks it with enthusiasm – mouth, lips, tongue - in and out rapidly. She's taking no prisoners this time. He groans, stiffens, clenches his fists as he tries to resist.

"Stop" he cries, but she doesn't and within moments he thrusts back at her and comes with a loud groan and "Ohhhhhhh!" over and over as he feels each pulse of ejaculation and they seem to last so long and he feels the flow like every drop is a gallon. She continues for a few more seconds after his last spurt, and then pulls herself up to hands and knees, climbs over his legs, and sits on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, licking her lips.

"That was fun, and I didn't spill a drop!" she says lightly and happily, then turns toward him and asks: "Feel good to you?"

He lies there panting, not moving any other part of his body, eyes now open and staring at the newly painted ceiling. "Ask me again when my brain reboots. I mean - if."