Chapter 508

• I kissed her deeply, feeling the excitement washing through me, and after we broke the kiss, Trish looked like she had just remembered something. “Look at me,” she said, “Lying here, all tingly, while you’re still rarin’ to go.” She reached down with her left hand, and stroked once along my cock through my jeans, with her thumb and forefinger.
• “It’s okay,” I said, smiling, “It’s not a race.”
• “I know,” Trish answered, “but now it’s your turn,” and she stroked my rock-hard tool again, through my jeans, and added, “Besides, if that was your idea of foreplay, I can’t wait to see what happens when you get serious.” She used her left hand to unbuckle my belt, and then she undid the stud on my jeans, and unzipped my fly, while I watched, looking down, almost breathless with excitement. She reached inside my fly, and after she had gently touched the leaking end of my cock with her left thumb, she moved closer to kiss me very gently, and with her mouth so close to mine I could feel her breath on my lips, she said, “Come on, Mister Stockton, I think you can take it from here,” and she pulled on the waistband of my jeans, signalling that it was time to take them off. “I would really like you inside me, Mark,” she said, “If you’re feeling the same way.”