Lust and Lies 04 - Pretty Maids in a Row

long hair to the ends. She heard him inhale slowly and guessed he was smelling her hair by the way the strands moved along her cheek.
    Her own fingers followed the trail of her hair to where it ended at his nose, and she drew a picture of his face with gentle hands. The tiny stubble on his jawline revealed his beard had begun to sprout. It struck Holly that, although Jerry's intentions may not have been completely honorable to begin with, this experience of seeing without sight was one she would always remember.
    He sat very still for her loving exploration. His breathing was so shallow, she could barely hear it. He seemed to be waiting for her to decide which direction this game would take. So she did. Keeping her thumb on his mouth for guidance, Holly leaned forward until her mouth contacted his. Her kiss was sweet and he responded in kind. In the past Jerry had always been the aggressor, making all the first moves. Could she take the lead, tonight of all nights?
    Holly kissed him again as she closed the small space between them. Her hands moved to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He parted his lips and teeth when her tongue asked for a deeper kiss. Yet still he remained passive.
    Her stomach contracted when she realized he wanted even more from her before he would act. Perhaps the experiment was working because she was sure she knew what he wanted her to do.
    She moved her hand to his shoulder and traveled down his arm to capture his hand. Slowly, trembling inside with uncertainty, she brought his hand to her breast and held it there, until he kneaded the flesh on his own. Relaxing his fingers a moment later, he rotated his palm over the tip with a restrained patience he had never before exhibited. Holly sighed as she felt her nipple harden for him. His sound of masculine approval melted into her mouth and the pulse between her legs sprang to life.
    This much she had permitted before. She needed to show him he did not have to stop this time. Her hand shook slightly as she searched for the buttons on his shirt, clumsily opening them from collar to belt buckle.
    Jerry removed his hand from her breast and lay back on the bed, as if to say, Do with me as you will. She pushed the shirt aside and discovered the thick mat of springy hair on his chest. She had never seen him shirtless and was pleasantly surprised by what her touch learned. Hard muscles reacted to her unskilled movements. She had not known a man's nipples were as sensitive as a woman's but his flinch and the tightened nubs quickly educated her and made her smile confidently in the dark.
    Holly suddenly understood why Jerry had planned the game. In the darkness she could do things she would never dare if she could see him watching her. Her cheeks warmed just imagining it but she was greedy to know more of his secrets. Her nerve was bolstered when his sharp intake of breath followed her stroking of his flat stomach. She moved her hand lower and lower still.
    Through the thickness of material and zipper she found the part of him that she would soon welcome into her body. She straightened and shaped him beneath his slacks, and felt his sex grow in length and breadth. She firmly shut out the knowledge that this would be an instrument of pain before the pleasure.
    After a moment he moved her hand away, gave it a reassuring squeeze and got up off the bed. The rasping sound of a zipper being lowered echoed through the room, formally sealing her fate. Other sounds inspired her imagination. In her mind Holly saw him removing his shirt, slipping off his shoes, and discarding his trousers and underwear. She supposed she should do the same but couldn't bring herself to be so nonchalant about it.
    Jerry's hand brushed her arm then, grasping her elbow, he helped her rise. She felt the heat radiating from his body as he brought her close for another passionate kiss. His male scent would have warned her of his fierce arousal even if his erection had not been pressed against her stomach.
    He proved quite adept at undressing her in spite of the lack of light and in no time he was lowering her nude body onto the bed. His hands kneaded her generous curves as his mouth loved one breast then the other. The pounding heartbeat in her lower body grew stronger and she felt the dampness of desire accumulate.
    She almost felt relieved when he moved his heavier weight onto her, pressing her into the mattress. His breath was coming in short, erratic puffs in between urgent