Keith pushed Esmé's
bicycle with one hand and held her hand with the other. She lived a
ten minute's bike ride away from the café, and rode her bike to
work.
He put the bike against
the wall of his sitting-room and pulled her into an embrace. Esmé
always enjoyed his kisses. He kissed as if he meant and enjoyed it,
not as a necessary prelude to sex to be got through as quickly as
possible. His tongue was strong and mobile, his lips full and sexy.
He kissed her mouth, her chin, her eyes and eyebrows, her neck. His
own arousal was obvious. It kindled her desire. With her hands she
rubbed the woody she could feel through his jeans and pressed herself
against him.
He lifted her T-shirt
over her head and kissed her shoulders and her neck, tracing a line
down towards her breasts. He undid her bra and in a moment she felt
the warmth of his mouth on her nipples. For a moment he used just
his lips and tongue. She gave a groan of pleasure when his teeth
grazed them. A sharp electric line of pleasure ran through her body
to her groin.
“Come through,” he
urged, his eyes dark with lust.
On the bed, he undid the
top button of her jeans and pulled down the zip. He tugged them off
her. She was wearing a red thong with embroidered black roses.
“Sexy!” was his laconic comment before he pulled their waistband
down with his teeth and started licking the folds of her pussy. “Oh
yes, Key, oh God that's good!” He lifted his head and smiled. She
felt a rush of love for him. Don't! she told herself. He's
gay. Don't fall in love with him. But she couldn't really think
straight with his mouth on her, his tongue inside her, his hands
stroking her chest and sides.
He took off his T-shirt
and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood in front of her in his boxers,
his erection tenting the fabric. The tip of his cock was wet with
pre-cum. In a slow striptease, he wriggled out of his boxers, and
his cock popped free.
“C'mere!” she said.
He moved up to her and she took him into her mouth.
“Wait, let me put on a
cock-jacket,” he said.
“I hate them.”
“Ezz, we've been
through this. I don't want you to get anythin'.” She knew what he
meant by anything. She smiled a little, sadly. Why did she
have to fall in love with a bloke who wasn't just gay but also poz?
Sometimes life was such a fucking bitch.
He rolled the condom onto
himself and then entered her, his eyes never leaving hers. His
tongue had brought her close, and he angled himself so that each
thrust rubbed against her clitoris sending waves of pleasure through
her whole body.
She came first, and that
brought him to the edge too. He kissed her frantically and then she
felt him thicken even further inside her. His hands gripped her
shoulders tight. He arched his back and he pressed himself deeper
into her as he climaxed.
[The pic shows someone much like I imagine Keith, but Esmé has curly brown hair]
[The pic shows someone much like I imagine Keith, but Esmé has curly brown hair]
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