where the bathroom is?”
She turned to look at Hull, expecting him to be heading towards the bathroom , but instead, he was standing directly behind her. She went to speak, but he leaned forward, placing his hands on her hips and bending so that he could kiss her.
She shut her eyes and parted her lips to his tongue. He explored her mouth, and he tasted like the mint gum he was almost always chewing. She wrapped her arms around him, without even meaning to do it.
The kiss broke, and Rebecca opened her eyes. The man she had once loved was looking down at her.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s fine,” Rebecca said. She went to step back, but he caught her by the arms and pulled her close. They kissed again. Rebecca didn’t know what she was doing; she knew that she shouldn’t be kissing the man who had joined the Navy just to get away from her, the man she had crushed, the man who had a broken heart because of her, but she couldn’t stop herself. So she did kiss him, and her hands travelled along his back as his slid up from her hips, taking her shirt up with them.
They broke their kiss long enough for her to pull the shirt over her head, and then they were kissing again, with Rebecca in only her jeans and a bra. She placed her hands on Hull’s stomach, reaching under his shirt. His abs were hard and defined. His hands were on her back, but one slid around to her chest, his fingertips brushing along her soft skin until he was at her bra. He groped her, her nipple hard and pushing against his palm. His finger hooked into the top of her bra cup and pulled it down, freeing one of her breasts, large and pale with a dark red areola.
His fingers found her nipple, pinching and rolling it softly between his thumb and index finger. He broke the kiss next, lowering his head so that he could kiss her exposed breast, planting a series of small kisses around her nipple before finally he was done teasing her, and his lips brushed against her nipple before they parted and his tongue snaked out, the tip flicking back and forth over the sensitive nub.
Rebecca tilted her head back and groaned, her eyes shut. Her hand found the back of his head, rubbing there atop his buzzed hair. He sucked on her nipple steadily but softly, pulling and pinching it with his teeth as his tongue worked its magic. Hull ground his hips forward so that his pelvis rubbed against hers, and the young woman felt his hard cock, trapped by his shorts, yearning to get out.
Soon her other breast was out, her bra tugged down but still on, and his lips were there, sucking on the newly freed nipple. Rebecca bent, careful not to break Hull’s hold on her breasts, and she reached down and felt his rigid member through his shorts. He responded by grinding forward again, against her palm. She gripped him, flexing her thin fingers around his cock. He pulled away from her breasts, and she knelt down before she could stop herself, sitting on her knees just inside the foyer. She reached up to the man’s fly and undid his zipper. Hull helped her, unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang forward, large and throbbing, the base disappearing in a bush of wiry pubic hair.
Rebecca took his cock in her hand, gave it a soft squeeze, and Hull moaned. She smiled up to him, and he looked down to her.
“Suck it,” he said, and the young beautiful woman did just that.
She leaned forward, parting her lips as she did so. His hard member sliding past her lips. She went slowly, using her tongue to tease him, sliding it back and forth on the sensitive underside of his cock.
Hull’s hand went to the back of her hair, his fingers taking hold of her hair there. He controlled the pace, working her mouth back and forth over his cock. He pushed his hips forward when he pulled her head in, shoving the bulbous head of his dick down her throat. She gagged, but she took it.
Hull was the one to stop the blowjob, pulling her hair, so