Chrissie did, and watched in awe as Forrest knelt before her, his fingers brushing against the inside of her knee as he drew the zipper down. She never thought she would have Forrest on his knees in front of her. It was beautiful to watch, and his touch was leaving her shivering.
He got one boot off, and then the other. Before Chrissie got a chance to wriggle her toes, Forrest was getting to his feet and pulling her up. Then he was kissing her again, exploring every part of her mouth, his tongue rubbing against hers before he sucked in into his mouth. Chrissie trembled, clinging onto his biceps hard enough she was sure she was going to leave marks.
“Tell me that you’re sure,” Forrest panted as he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “Tell me you want this. If you don’t, I’ll leave you alone.”
Chrissie couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ve made my position clear, and you’re asking me if I’m sure?”
“I have to be certain that you want this. It’s your first time, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
He couldn’t never do that. Chrissie tugged his head down.
“You are not going anywhere until I’ve been thoroughly wrung out. If sex is as great as people say it is, who better to show me than a coach?”
Forrest’s eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared. His hands ran down her back and grasped her backside.
“Then you’d better get out of this dress. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“I might need some help.” Chrissie bit her lip as she started to draw the straps over her shoulders. “I did have to breathe in and wriggle a lot to put it on without help.”
Forrest hesitated. Then he helped her get the straps off her arms before tugging her dress down. With the cut of the dress, Chrissie hadn’t worn a bra, the dress giving her enough support. Now they spilled out, and the hunger in Forrest’s face flared up. Leaving her dress at her waist, he drew her close and bent his head, his mouth on her breasts. The gentle ministrations as he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipples left Chrissie feeling boneless. She held onto his shoulders, running her fingers through his hair as he sucked and tasted one breast, and then the other. Closing her eyes, she let the sensation ripple through her, and her pussy clenched in time to his hands flexing on her backside. Her panties had to be soaked by now.
Rita had told her the foreplay could be just as incredible as the sex. Now Chrissie knew what she meant.
Suddenly, Forrest was leaning her back, lowering her onto the bed. He released her breasts, moving slowly down her body. He kissed her belly, tugging her dress over her hips and down her legs. When he licked a line across her stomach, just above the waistband of her thong, Chrissie’s hips came up off the bed.
He shot her a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t think you would be the type to wear a thong, Chrissie.”
“Rita said I would ruin the line of the dress.” Chrissie wriggled. “And it’s uncomfortable. Can you take it off me?”
“With pleasure.”
Forrest peeled her thong down her thighs, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Then he rose up and looked over her body. Chrissie had never shown her naked body to anyone. Even at school during gym class, she had changed in the toilet cubicle. She had a natural reaction to cover her body and hide herself. But the look in Forrest’s eyes stopped her from doing that.
“God, you have no idea how gorgeous you look.” Forrest licked his lips as he slipped his shirt off. “I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t imagined this so many times.”
“Really? And you still tried to turn me down?”
“I know, I’m an idiot.”
Forrest dropped his shirt. Then he unbuttoned his jeans. Chrissie rose up on her elbows and watched him as he kicked off his shoes, tugging his socks off and throwing them aside. She couldn’t look away as he pushed his jeans down, taking his boxers with them. Kicking them off, now he stood at the foot of the bed, fully naked.
And fucking amazing.
Chrissie was sure her eyes were really round as she stared at his cock. Sure, she was not an idiot, and she had seen her fair share of porn. But seeing it in real life was something else.
She licked her lips, which had Forrest groaning.
“God, Chrissie, don’t look at me like that. I’m barely holding on, as it is.”
“I…oh…” Chrissie felt her cheeks going red. “I’m sorry, I…”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s an ego boost.” Forrest knelt, his cock moving out of sight. Then he tugged her legs. “Come a bit closer.”
Chrissie shifted down, feeling her nerves picking up. Now she was seeing him fully naked, things were finally sinking in to her. She really was going to do this.