“I’d like you to take it off.”

John rubbed his trembling hands along the tops of his tense thighs as if this was the first time he had undressed Victoria. Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to spring. He held his emotions at bay and concentrated on her body. One moment at a time. However, it didn’t stop his blood from rushing away from his head, straight to his cock. “Come here,” he said in a voice he could hardly recognize. A primal hoarseness surged from his chest, cloaked in the desperate desire to hold her soft body in his arms.

Slowly, Victoria came to him, lowering herself to straddle his pelvis. On her knees, she lifted herself slightly so that she stared down at him. Her braids made a curtain around his face as he gazed up at her. “Is this okay?” she whispered above him.

“Yes.” His hands found her thighs, squeezed their thickness, and slid up to her hips. John pulled her downward against his growing erection and released a sigh. Her softness pressed against his hardness, creating a delicious sensation. He groaned under her weight and closed his eyes as Victoria ground her hips in a circle. John arched away from the couch, lifting his hips to make contact with hers. He breathed through her gentle rocking, pushing and pulling her by the waist. When she set her own pace, he dragged his hands past her stomach, and settled on her full breasts. Even encased in flannel, he still felt her stiff peaks pressing against her bra, waiting to be released. He ran his fingers along the surface of her exposed skin. It was warm to the touch. A thin sheen of dewy perspiration coated her neck and the valley between her breasts. Blindly, he fell upon her buttons and undid them one at a time. Cock straining against his jeans, Victoria’s slow grinding became an uncomfortable pleasure. When John finally opened his eyes, he sighed.

Light filtered from the kitchen, casting a glow on his dark living room and illuminating Victoria’s face. Her eyelids were heavy as she locked eyes with him. She bit her bottom lip as she clung to his shoulders. Braids swayed against her face, covering the crease of her brow as she continued to swivel on top of him. Now exposed, she shrugged out of her sleeves and tossed the top on the floor. John cupped her ample cleavage, slipping his fingers under the barrier her bra created. When he brushed against her stiff nipples, she exhaled sharply and squeezed her eyes shut. “Johnny,” she breathed.