Start slow

For a response, I ran my tongue past her lips and into her mouth. I felt her hot breath on my face as our tongues twined about one another. I wanted to touch every part of her at once, but I had to settle for roaming my hands all over her body. I clutched her firm ass, while my other hand traveled over her thin waist and up to her shoulder. I ran my fingers down over the nape of her neck, to her chest and onto her breast, her stiff nipple slipping between my fingers. I raised my head and squeezed her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth.

"Oh, yes, John," she breathed in my ear. "Take off your clothes. I want to feel you."

I felt my way down her arm to her hand and took it to place on the waistband of my shorts. Then I lifted my hips, encouraging her to remove my shorts herself. She grasped my shorts in both hands and slowly tugged them over my rock hard cock. I didn't think she could see in dark, but as soon as my prick was free of the fabric, it slapped against my belly audibly, and I heard her gasp. Once my pants were off, I felt her small hands crawling up my legs. The sensations as her fingers moved over my flesh was like electricity, sending shivers of delight into my quivering penis.

And then her fingers touched my balls, and I heard her intake of breath.