Hegasps and nips at my bottom lip.KnowingIhave the power to provoke that reaction makes me want to turn him on all the more.
Ishove his shirt higher, pull my lips from his, and drop my mouth to his chest, kissing a line to a nipple.It’stight under my tongue and a little salty—a reminder of all his amazing, thoughtful work today—andIdon’t thinkI’dever tire of sucking on it.
Hishead falls back with a groan. “Christ,Rose.That’sexactly whatIwant to do to you.”
Hepushes me off him, pulls my shirt over my head, and scoops a bra cup under my breast in one smooth motion.
BeforeIknow it, he’s turned the tables and my nipple is in his mouth, his tongue circling as he sucks.
Iplunge my fingers back through his hair, holding his head in the spotIdon’t want it to leave.Inever imagined being so comfortable pushing my breast into the mouth of a manI’veknown for such a short time.Butin just that one conversation this evening,Isuddenly saw him.Andhe became the first person to see me.Tosee thingsIhadn’t even realized about myself.It’slike we had a lifetime of getting to know each other in just a few minutes.
Theworld melts away as my heart pounds faster, my throbbing center becomes hotter and wetter, and my desperation for him skyrockets.
Connorcontinues to tease my nipple as he slides his hands inside the back of my pants thatI’mnow very happy are loose, grabs a bare butt cheek in each hand, and pulls me hard against his hips.
Rightin this second, as the need overwhelms me,IknowI’mnot going to step back from this.Weare definitely going to have sex.Possiblyright here on the stairs.
Hisfirm dick throbs against me through his jeans.Ineed to get a sense of it, to try to figure out whatI’mdealing with.Asdesperate asIam for him,Ican’t help but be nervous—not only about being naked with someone and having a part of someone’s body inside the most intimate part of mine, but also because it’s been a long time, soI’llneed a moment to adjust.
Whenmy fingers find his hard outline, he comes up for air and releases a low growl that rumbles in his chest.BeforeIknow it, he’s scooped the other bra cup down and his tongue is lighting a fire on my other nipple.
Hishardness is long and thick, which is a tiny bit scary.
Butthe fear is washed away by the pleasure of his mouth on me as his hand pushes deeper down the back of my pants until his finger reaches between my legs.Whenhe finds the heat at my core, we groan together and lean into each other.
Hisfinger on me makes me realize how slickIam.MaybeIdon’t need to worry about his size.Ipress my hand harder against him, and his cock twitches against my palm.
Hishand stills with the tip of his finger poised at my entrance.Helifts his head and looks at me, his eyes foggy, face flushed, hair fallen across his forehead.
Helooks like sex.
“Isthis okay?”Hisvoice is husky and dripping with desire.
Iunbutton his jeans and ease down the zipper. “Doesthat answer your question?”
“Oh, thankGod,” he pants, as his mouth finds mine again and his finger glides into me.
Airflies from my lungs, the sensation of him inside me brand new and yet instantly so very right.Ipush back down on him, almost sitting on his hand, wanting as much of him inside me asIcan get.
And, finally,Islip my hands inside his boxers and take his hot, smooth dick between my fingers.
Helifts his mouth from mine to release a moan and, eyes tight shut, he presses himself into my grip and curls his finger inside me.
It’smore thanIcan bear.I’mconsumed by the need to have him, and have him right now.
Wepull our hands out of each other’s underwear at the same time.
“Ineed you so much,Rose.”Hiswords are a breathless whisper.
Eyeslocked on my breasts, he unhooks my bra, slides it off my shoulders, and drops it to the floor. “Youare so beautiful.AndIcan’t wait to feel you and taste you.”
Heplants his lips on my forehead and dots kisses down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, between my breasts, and in a trail to my belly.Thenhe sinks to his knees and teases the flesh right above my pants with his tongue before undoing them and shimmying them down to my thighs.
Pressinghis lips just above the top edge of my panties, he looks up at me through the thick lashes that are the same variety of colors as his stubble. “Pinklace, huh?”
ThankGodIrecently bought a whole new batch of underwear.Myothers were all so oldIthought they might not make it through another wash cycle.
“Youlike?”
