Our lips come together in a perfect fit. Even though we’ve known each other only two days, nothing is awkward.
I tease her lips with my tongue, more gently than the unbridled lust of yesterday, and she welcomes me in for a long, deep kiss.
As I press myself against her leg, she pushes back against my hardness. My fingers glide up over her bare flesh to discover her breast encased in lace.
I pull back and smile at her. “You’re not always braless, then.”
“Not when I’m hoping to have company.” She smiles and runs her finger in a straight line down my nose, over my lips, and down to my chin.
Her eyes drift shut as I inch my way under the edge of the lace. “You had company yesterday too.”
Her breast is even smoother and softer than her belly.
“Yeah, but yesterday I thought you were a spoiled ass who was about to leave, so I didn’t care about sexy undies.”
“And now?” I find her pebbled nipple. The sensation of the delicate yet firm nub in my fingers and the sight of her back arching away from the bed are like lightening to my throbbing dick.
“Now, I think you’re a bit less spoiled. And a bit less of an ass. And you might be worth a bit of an effort. You’re still about to leave, though.”
I dip my head to her belly and plant a row of kisses from one side of her waist to the other, while I scoop the cup of her bra under her breast and free the tantalizing pink bud that’s calling for my mouth.
Pushing up her T-shirt, I glide my tongue up her body till I find my prize and lock my lips around it. She sighs and arches again, pressing up against my mouth.
Seeing how much she likes it gives me a level of satisfaction that rivals my own pleasure.
She pushes her fingers through my hair as I continue the tongue circles and move my hand down to stroke her inner thigh. Her legs drop open slightly as I inch my hand higher and find her heat. My heart races for this amazing, unique woman who wants me as much as I want her.
She gasps, reaches for the hem of my T-shirt, and lifts it. I pop her nipple out of my mouth and raise my arms so she can pull it all the way off.
Then she skims her fingers across my bare shoulders, down my chest, and over both my nipples, leaving a trail of sparks behind. A fresh surge of desire rushes through me for the independent soul who needs no one, but right now wants me.
I’m consumed by the need to yank off her clothes and bury my face between her legs. But I want it to last longer than that. I want the warmup to go on and on until she can’t bear it.
I dot kisses up the side of her soft, warm neck as I tease between her legs with gentle strokes.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “It’s unbearable,” she breathes.
“In a good way?” I ask, as I make my way up to suck on her ear lobe and bury my face in the coconut scent of her hair.
“Hell, yes.” She pulls back a little and shifts her head to look at me. “I’ve never wanted anything as much in my life.”
She holds my face and takes my top lip between hers, then the bottom, then strokes her tongue against mine as I slip my hand inside her pants and into her underwear.
I disappear into the heady combination of the warm wetness on my fingers and the warm wetness of her mouth on mine, and when she reaches down and unbuckles my belt, it almost pushes me over the edge.
Pulling away to save myself, I slide down her body, and kiss that creamy belly again. But this time I inch her clothes down, my lips making contact with every new spot of flesh as it’s revealed.
The excitement of seeing the blonde hairs is too much, I have to have her. I shove her pants and underwear down to her knees and bury my face in the soft downy patch.
“Hold on.” She lifts up on her elbows to look at me.
Oh, God, does she want me to stop? “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no. But it’s weird with my yoga pants stuck around my knees. I can’t move my legs.”
She flaps them up and down like a mermaid and laughs.
Laughter during sex. A new one for me. A refreshing new one.
