She sits on the edge of the bed, staring at me. I feel insecure, completely undressed and vulnerable to her gaze. Wondering how much of me she’s truly seeing. Not just the superficial stuff. My muscled body, or scars from falling off my bike and trying crazy ass stunts on the court. But the fear I have that this is something real. Something I’ve never had before. That she’s made me want her for more than a couple of nights of fun.
I grab her hands until she’s standing again. My hand reaches for the bottom of her dress, and I slowly lift it up. Running my fingers over her soft skin, never breaking contact, until I pull it over her head and throw it on the floor behind us.
All she’s left in are her lacy bra and panties, and her heels. “You are a sight for sore eyes.”
She bursts out laughing. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting considering I’m buck naked and trying to be sweet. “Sorry. I just never understood that phrase, and it’s kind of cheesy.”
“Okay,” I breathe out. “You are stunning. Every. Single. Inch.” I drive the point home by tracing the outline of her bra until I reach the back and undo the clasp.
“You’re pretty good at that.” Her voice is shaky. I’m not sure if it’s from nerves or the fact that I can take a bra off one-handed in less than thirty seconds. A result of lots of practice, but she doesn’t need to have that confirmed. Not now, and not ever.
“Mhm,” I mumble. She starts to take her panties off, but I stop her. “That’s my job.”
I ease her onto her bed until she’s lying down. Her long brown hair fans out above her, and she looks ethereal. I study every inch of exposed skin. Tonight, will be one she never forgets.
Twenty
Serena
Bentley towers over me, domineering and unafraid to take what he wants. He’s most definitely the wolf and I’m the prey. I watch him taking in my body on full display. Yearning for something I’ve been holding out on giving him. The reward at the end of the chase. I wasn’t putting this off because I wanted to tease him. That would be cruel, and I’m not that sort of woman. I wanted to make sure it was right…for both of us. That I could trust him. I haven’t seen his face grace the font of a tabloid in weeks. At least, not with another woman. It’s mostly him hanging out with teammates or shooting hoops with Derrick. That’s how I know he’s trustworthy, and tonight will be perfect.
He leans over me until his face is mere inches away from mine. “Are you still good? I don’t want to stop what we’ve started, but I will if you have any doubts.”
His fingers brush a stray hair off my forehead and the gentleness turns me on more than when he picked me up and carried me to my room. The soft side that he doesn’t show anyone else is precisely why I’m falling for him. “I’m good.”
Nodding his understanding, he kisses along my jawline, pausing to nip at my ear. He gently sucks on my lobe and heat rushes south. Who would have known I’m a sucker for my ears being played with? I turn my head until my lips brush against his. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth melds to mine, and it’s pure perfection. It’s as if my lips were made for his. They make me forget all the rejection in my past. The hurt so many, especially those who were supposed to love me unconditionally, have caused me to disappear. All that matters is right now, with him.
His mouth breaks away from mine and works down my neck, settling on my right nipple. He bites down. Not too hard, but hard enough to no longer know the difference between pain and pleasure.
I squirm under the attention his mouth and tongue give me. His dick twitches with the friction. “Stop torturing me already,” I all but pant.
He doesn’t respond, but I can feel him smile against my skin. He gives attention to the other nipple, but nowhere near as much as he did the first. My body is on fire and he hasn't even entered me yet. I swear if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to scream out of frustration.
I move my hand to his head and tangle my fingers in his hair. Maybe if I guide him further down, he’ll take the hint. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and I know I will go off like a firework at the slightest touch.
Finally, he works his way down. His tongue gliding a path down my stomach. He reaches one hand up to pinch my nipple, and the other to my warm center. Feeling how much I want him through the lace fabric. “I think you’re almost ready for me.” His voice is gruff. As if it’s taking everything in him not to devour me. His breath against my thighs sends shivers through my body. I’m going to lose it before he’s done anything. This is one of those times I wish foreplay didn’t exist. The wait until the main attraction is almost painful.
Using his teeth, he pulls down the edge of my panties and shimmies them down my legs. I start to kick my heels off, but he places a hand on my foot. A silent command to leave them on. That’s kind of weird, but whatever floats his boat.
Before I can ask what’s taking so long, I feel his breath against my clit. He doesn’t start off slow, either. He’s done taking his time, and within minutes…I’m seeing stars. Son of a bitch, I should have listened to Hazel all those months ago and had fun until I found someone to be serious with. Because I feel like I did in my younger days when every slight touch would make me explode. He doesn’t relent, though. Only grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him. And I’m left riding wave after wave of ecstasy.
I can’t take anymore and I push his head back, needing a break from the onslaught of feeling. He arches an eyebrow and stares at me from the edge of the bed. “Had enough already?”
“It’s, um, been a while.” Embarrassment rushes through me, and I’m sure my face is bright red. Even though I’m far from being a virgin, I feel like I’m at a different level than he is when it comes to sex.
“It’s all good. We can take this as slow or fast as you want.” He climbs onto the bed next to me and pulls me closer to him.
“I’m okay now. That was just intense.” He’s obviously mastered the art of going down on women. While a part of me is jealous, I know that none of the women before me matter. At least, not right now.
“Do you want to keep going?” He sounds sincere, but I know that stopping now would be torture for him. And me, if I’m being honest. I need to feel him inside me. To connect with him physically the way we connect on our virtual dates and when we see each other.
“Yes,” I nod. “There are condoms in the top drawer of the nightstand." I point above me to the furniture in question. Even though it’s the only one by my bed.
“So, you were prepared for tonight.” It’s not a question. I may act like I don’t want this to only be physical, but I can’t deny the way he makes me feel. How he makes me want more. He reaches over us and grabs the square foil packet out of the drawer. “What if it’s not big enough?”
“Someone is a little sure of themselves,” I wave him off. “We’ll manage because as much as I want you right now, you aren’t coming near me without protection.”
