He kissed his way down her lower stomach, just to where her bikini line would start if she had one. He kissed the right side of her torso, never touch...ng where she desperately needed to be touched. Biting on her inner thigh, he pacified the bitten skin with a slew of butterfly kisses when she cried out in pleasure. Ellie grabbed his head and pulled him up to look her in the eyes. “Are you sure about this? I mean, once this happens, we can’t take it back.” To answer her, he leaned in and zeroed. The muscular blonde reminded him of that senior swimmer he had admired from afar during his first year at Yale. The two women were in his eyes the perfect pairing, opposites physically and emotionally yet closely linked spiritually like sisters or... maybe... lovers. Loosing the leash from his chair, he instructed the brunette to bring her companion to the stone bench behind him. As he watched contentedly, she literally ran to the side of her larger, more muscular friend, Untying the breast. This was his first time. He hoped, and it looked like that on his face, that he’d done okay. He wore that simpleton’s expression on his face, the one in which said to others did I do it right? “Wow Max” and she took another deep breath of air, “and you’ve…you’ve never had,” and she did it again. She had to take a deep breath of air so she could relax. “You really have never…had…sex before…in your entire lifetime?” Her eyes were big, her mouth was open, and Grace’s expression or expressions said. "Michael can you please go to the kitchen and ask Jane to bring out more wine?" It was obvious that she was very nearly sending her "child" to his room and I saw the flush rise from his neck to his cheeks. I stood up slowly and faced the mama bear. "Trish, I can go do that for you so Michael can entertain out here." My smile was bright and I took the half step back that caused my body to brush against him. She seem mollified that I was leaving his vicinity and turned to go. I looked brightly.