Vic stood there before a half-naked Devi, knowing that his mouth was at least partially open. There was not a thing about her body that wasn’t beautiful, from her wide hips, hiding just underneath a pair of tight-fitting jeans with a low waistband, to the pair of breasts that she had revealed to him, hanging sensually and adorned with wide dark areolas culminating in large perky nipples. There was a crassness to Marek’s earlier description of them that did them absolutely no justice.

Devi’s face meanwhile told its own story. With her mouth in a thin line and one eyebrow slightly raised, it’s as if she was saying, “Here I am, what’re you going to do about it?”

“Devi, I – I’m.”

“Speechless?” she prompted.

He opened his mouth to talk but no coherent thoughts would come out.

“So what’s it going to be?” Devi continued, raising her chin as if in challenge, “Are you going to deny yourself for no good reason?”

“I don’t want to,” Vic said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“So what’s stopping you then?”

“Nothing,” he said, deflated.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” he said, confidently now and then crossed the few steps that separated them and put his mouth on hers. There was only a brief moment of hesitation on Devi’s part until she hungrily returned the kiss. Devi’s lips were full and warm and he couldn’t help himself but to give her top lip a nibble with his teeth as he kissed her and she responded to the gesture by slipping her tongue into his mouth, her softness exploring his own tongue.

There was no helping his hands. Though they had started on her bare shoulders they quickly moved over her back, his fingers digging into her as he tried to press her into him, her breasts caught between their two bodies. And in no time at all his hands slid down her back, reaching the edge of her jeans and without hesitating going even lower, sliding into her pants and over the soft fabric of her panties, so low that each hand covered one lobe of her behind, the dizzying curves were well-defined under his fingers.

“Oh,” Devi murmured as she felt him squeeze her buns, pushing his hips further into his and he knew she would clearly feel his erection pressed against her. Without ever stopping kissing him, her hands, which were also exploring his back now moved lower, quickly passing his stomach which sent a shudder of anticipation through him. She fumbled with his pants in quick motions, as if worried that he might slip away from her, until she finally got them undone, and slipped his hardness from out of them and let it press into her hand.

Now it was his turn to “oh” as his lips travelled from her mouth, kissing her down her cheek and towards her neck, where he pressed his lips against her in greedy sucking kisses. She tilted her head away from him, exposing more of her soft tender neck to his mouth, while her own hand, with his member resting in it from the palm to the tips of her fingers, squeezed lightly around him and began to slide back and forth.

With Devi’s soft hand working on him between his legs, the possibilities in his mind opened up like a flower. Maybe she had been right and that he was holding himself back unnecessarily. What would happen if he’d stopped and really let himself feel everything? With this body responding to his own touch, doing things to him that felt nothing like when he did the same to himself, he wanted more of her.

His kissing now took him down her neck and over her shoulder, his hands slipping out from her pants and holding onto her hips, the sensual fullness of her under his touch. Further his lips traveled, over the curve of her clavicle and then lower still, the upper reaches of her bosom and Devi arched her back slightly at his touch, throwing her head backwards and releasing a soft moan from her throat. Her hand slowed down on his member, but did not let go, but he did not mind. He still enjoyed the earnest softness of her on his most private part, and also seeing her body react to his touch, to what seemed now like the unquenchable appetite of his lips that kissed her breasts, and that moved ever lower.

Then finally in a little electric crackle that seemed to pass between them, Vic took the plunge and slipped one of Devi’s nipples completely into his mouth. She sighed, and almost melted over him, nearly letting go of his member but still keeping her hand there, as his tongue explored the dark brown nub that was the size of a small grape. As she writhed under his touch while his mouth did its work, he noticed that she especially liked when his lips pressed hard over her nipple, as she would suck air in through her teeth, and give him a few frenzied strokes with her hand.

With his mouth over her breast, and his tongue generously licking her up and down, his mind quickly considered his next steps, he wanted to take his hand, slide it down her belly, slip in to her pants and her panties and let his fingers find the welcoming moistness below. The image in his head was so vivid that he was almost there, and then his fingers were down there, and they were undoing her button and he was about to do what he had imagined but then, just as suddenly, he could not. There was still business; unfinished business that needed attending to that was more than just the hotness burning in his loins that were now screaming for release.

Now was not the time, so his hands and his mouth let her go, but this time oh so reluctantly and he looked into her surprised eyes and said, “Sorry, I’m so sorry. There’s just – there’s something I need to do. And as he put himself back in his pants he left Devi standing there in his own room, shirt off and pants undone, and he wondered if she would ever even look in his direction again.