From this angle I could see her breasts pressed flat under her chest against the dark, polished wood, her arms out to the sides, gripping the edges. H...er head was turned in my direction, cheek resting on the tabletop, and she’d wrapped a scarf around her head, blindfolding herself. My towel felt suddenly tight and I undid the knot, letting it fall to the floor as I stepped slowly to the table. ‘Oh, Christ, Liz.’ It was all I could manage as I drank in the sight of her, spread and waiting, sexy. I asked if she'd ever had sex before (assumed she had, because she was moving so fast with me that night), and when she said no, I backed off. Didn't want to start her off this way -- so we took a few weeks to get deeper into foreplay, and then about a month after we started dating, we snuck out for a night (the old "I'll tell my parents I'm relaxing @ my best friends, you tell them you're at your best friend's" trick), got a hotel room. We were naked and in the shower together, she was jerking. As she caressed my breast in hot kisses..the kisses hotter hotter.darker upon my breast. massage grew fierce. Dark as she squeezed softly licking my nipple. Warm kisses flew to my vagina.as she began stroking me.. rubbing stroking,stroking.pulling tight.. as she deepthroated me softly and gave me a dark warm rimjob.‘yes my angel’’’yes..silence’ as the rimjob got darker.darker hotter.hotter. Feeling her open my legs gazing..devilishly. De’delicious’ she. Growled.’ Biting my nipple, stroking me. When we got to the house, I saved Keven from wondering where things stood by selecting the guest room next to the master. ‘I’ll take this bedroom,’ I said, and I smiled at him and the slightly disappointed expression my comment elicited. ‘Though I don’t know how many nights I’ll sleep in it.’ That perked him up. Keven pulled me into a gentle embrace and whispered in my ear. ‘I’m happy we’ve moved to this level in our relationship, but…’ He seemed to be choosing his words with care. ‘I don’t.