Thomas stripped her off her clothes, starting from her top, revealing her ample bosom, blocked by a black bra.
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He looked at it for a moment, he wanted to touch it, and test how it feels. His friends back then who had experienced sex told him that it was fluffy and soft, and touching felt like heaven.
He couldn’t wait to test it himself, and so he grabbed one mountain and squeezed it, and it was indeed very soft, fluffy, and warm.
Erica let out a moan as Thomas played with it, and finally, he removed the bra by pulling it off. And there he saw a peach-colored nipple, and it was enticing. He wanted to try sucking it, and since she was basically surrendering her whole being to him, he dug in.
He sucked, slurped, and licked around the nipples.
Erica arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as Thomas’s mouth worked against her sensitive skin. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
"You’re... better at this than I expected," she breathed, her voice caught between a taunt and a confession.
Thomas pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "I have watched a lot of porn before this."
His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her stomach, until they reached the waistband of her panty. He paused there, his fingers playing with the garter.
"Second thoughts?" Erica challenged, though her rapid breathing betrayed her own eagerness.
Thomas smirked. "Just savoring the moment."
Slowly, he slid his fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear, feeling her warmth against his fingertips. Erica inhaled sharply, her eyes locked with his, that playful defiance still dancing in them despite her quickening breath.
"Don’t tease me," she whispered, a command disguised as a plea.
Thomas chuckled low in his throat. "Wasn’t that exactly what you were doing to me earlier?"
He pulled the last piece of fabric down her legs with deliberate slowness, watching her expression shift from anticipation to impatience. When she was finally bare beneath him, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her—all smooth curves and flushed skin in the dim light of the room.
"Like what you see?" she asked, her confidence unwavering even in her vulnerability.
"More than you know," Thomas admitted.
"Eat me," Erica commanded.
"With pleasure."
He moved down her body, trailing kisses along her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath his lips.
Erica’s breathing quickened as he settled between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips firmly. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him with half-lidded eyes, a challenge still evident in her gaze despite her obvious arousal.
"I didn’t think you’d actually—" Her words cut off with a sharp gasp as Thomas’s mouth found her most sensitive spot.
Her head fell back, fingers clutching at the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Thomas worked with surprising skill, alternating between gentle and firm, reading her body’s responses with an intuition that belied his supposed inexperience.
"Oh my…"
Erica’s back arched as Thomas continued his ministrations, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her thighs trembled on either side of his head.
"Wait," she panted, tugging him upward. "Come here."
Thomas complied, moving up her body until they were face to face. Erica’s eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed, hair splayed wildly across the pillow.
"Your turn," she whispered, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
With nimble fingers, she undid them one by one, pushing the fabric off his shoulders to reveal his toned chest. Her hands explored him, tracing the contours of his muscles, the scars from previous encounters with the undead.
And his body was hot, to the point she reached down on his erected shaft and she gasped at how hard it was in her palm.
"You’re quite... impressive," she whispered, a genuine note of appreciation mingling with her teasing tone.
Thomas watched her face, finding unexpected satisfaction in the way her eyes widened, the almost reverent way her fingertips explored him.
"Take off your pants," she commanded huskily. "I want to see all of you."
Thomas obliged, shedding the last of his clothing until they were both naked, revealing his six inches shaft.
Erica grabbed onto it and started pumping it up and down.
"You like that?" she whispered
"Yes," he admitted, the single word strained.
Erica smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held over him in this moment. She continued her rhythmic movements, watching his face with undisguised pleasure as his composure began to crack.
She moved her mouth closer and took him into her warmth, one inch at a time. Thomas inhaled sharply, his hand instinctively moving to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair. The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat enveloping him as Erica sucked him.
It lasted for two…three…four minutes, and Thomas could feel something gushing.
"Wait," Thomas gasped, gently pulling her away. "I’m close—"
Erica released him with a deliberate slowness, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. "We can’t have that happening too soon, can we?" she teased, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. Her hands splayed across his chest as she positioned herself above him, her eyes never leaving his.
Thomas’s hands found her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she began to move. Erica set a languid pace at first, rising and falling with deliberate slowness, her head tilted back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat.
"You feel..." Thomas’s words dissolved into a groan as she clenched around him.
Erica smiled down at him, her hair falling like a curtain around her face. "Use your words, Commander," she teased, rotating her hips in a way that made his breath catch.
Thomas responded by thrusting upward, disrupting her rhythm and drawing a surprised gasp from her lips. Her composure faltered momentarily, replaced by raw pleasure.
"Better than I imagined," he finished.
Moments later.
Thomas felt himself approaching the edge, the pressure building with each roll of Erica’s hips. His hands gripped her tighter, guiding her movements, matching her thrust for thrust.
"I’m close," he warned, his voice strained.
Erica’s eyes locked with his, her pupils dilated with desire. "Inside," she breathed. "I want to feel you."
He flipped her suddenly, pinning her beneath him without breaking their connection. Erica’s eyes widened in surprise before darkening with approval. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as he established a new, more intense rhythm.
"I’m coming!"
And then it happened. His semen gushed forth inside of her. Seconds later, Thomas collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily.
So this is how sex feels like. It felt so good, and to think that his first is with a beautiful woman, he couldn’t be more satisfied.
It wasn’t until a minute passed when Erica spoke.
"Ready for round 2?" Erica asked, looking at him with a mischievous smile.
"Let me rest first," Thomas said.