The first time. He let out a rough breath, relieved there would more of this together. “Let me undress you.”
“Can I do the same for you?”
“Please.”
Her fingers slid around the top button, touching his bare skin for a split second before moving to the next one. Again and again, she grazed his chest with her nimble touch, undoing him in more ways than one. He stayed where he was until she had his shirt off, then reached for her. His turn, now, and he savoured the act of baring her flesh. He traced the hem of her shirt as he gathered the delicate fabric in his hands, bringing them around her body to carefully lift the shirt up and over her head. Then he held it between them, leaning in for a slow, exploring kiss.
Kerry’s kisses matched the way she looked at him. Teasing, curious. Sexy in a way that seemed to have no limit. Each slide of her tongue was erotic in a whole new way, making him bold. He wanted to look at her, spread her out and feast his eyes, but he couldn't back up enough, couldn't let go of her for even a second. His hands drifted to her pants, and she helped him. The fabric gave way and he felt the shape of her. Curves and muscle, dips and valleys of warm skin. Her bottom fit perfectly in his hands, filling his spread wide fingers as he lifted her up and somehow got them on to the bed together.
He lost himself in the taste of her, the sweeping, head-spinning arousal sparked by each deep open-mouthed kiss. She touched him, too, all over. Her fingers lingered on his jaw, then his chest, and headed for his belt when he halted her.
Soon enough. But he needed to slow down, or he'd be inside her and it would be over before he even got a good look at her. “It’s been a while,” he rasped, stilling her hand with his. He rolled her onto her back and pushed himself up so he was above her. He put his hands on her hips, and she lifted so he could peel off her panties. “Let me just have a minute with you here. God, look at you. You’re so pretty.”
He liked the way her eyes went warm and soft at the compliment. It was true, though. She was pretty. He liked everything about the way she looked spread out beneath him. The soft flutter at the base of her neck, the deep pink of her lips, flushed and swollen. The bright gaze looking up at him.
It was always her eyes that got him the worst. The way she’d looked at him, really looked at him, when he took Becca to her first appointment. The way she’d watched him through meetings, and every damn time they bumped into each other.
The way her gaze had lingered just long enough in his kitchen to know she was twisted up the same way he was—it had been an invitation then, and it was again now.
“What are you thinking?”
“I like the way you look at me,” he murmured. “I always have.”
She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, colliding them together for another searing kiss. He chuckled. "I'm trying to take my time here."
Her eyes crinkled. "And I'm trying to get you inside me."
He couldn't resist that. “I have condoms.” He grinned and hopped off the bed, which made Kerry laugh. “What?”
“You have the energy of a man who hasn’t been laid in some time.”
“That’s an understatement.”
She smiled wickedly. “I know the feeling.”
“Has it been a while for you, Ms. Humphrey?”
He crawled back on top of her, protection now in hand.
“Since I moved here,” she whispered.Since they’d met.
Raw, animalistic hunger surged through him. He kissed her mouth until her lips were swollen, then kept going, tasting her neck, her breasts plump in his hands. She took off her bra and he swirled his tongue around her nipples until they stood proud, then gently pulled on them with his mouth until she was shaking beneath him. He’d planned to fuck her first. He needed to be inside her something fierce, but she’d waited a long time for this, for him, and he didn’t think Kerry had been in the habit of denying herself pleasure in the past.
He had months of pleasure to make up for.
He kissed down her belly, loving the way it quivered as he got closer to her thighs, to the lovely, warm centre of her. Her scent made his mouth water, and when her legs fell wide apart, when he saw the dark, tight curls give way to a soft, pink pussy, glistening for him, he forgot all about the condoms and bowed his head for his first taste.
She went taut as soon as his tongue slicked against bare skin. He reached beneath her, bracing his arms under her legs, his hands finding her hips and the curve of her waist. Her back arched as she spread herself wider for him. Inviting him to lick more, suck more. He did. He explored first, then settled in where she seemed to like it best. He went from soft to firm and back to soft. Slow licks. Eager pulls on her clit as she seemed to get closer.
If he could make her come like this, he'd feel like a king. If she came first, it would be okay if he didn't last long once he got inside her, if he lost control. But God, he wanted to feel her come on his cock, too. He wanted it all. He wanted this feeling to last all night, wanted her pleasure to last all night.
He lifted his head."Tell me what you need."
"Fingers," she said, her eyes dancing. "Put your fingers inside me."
He held her gaze as he touched her. Watched her face as he slid one finger, then two into her tight pussy. Her expression shifted, her eyes got more hooded, and then unfocused, as he found the spots inside her that pushed her closer to the edge. Ducking his head again, he added his mouth.Come for me, he thought. He wanted that. It was selfish. He wanted it for her, of course, but he wanted it for himself, too.
It was primal and elemental. The kind of egotistical feeling he might be discomforted by later on, but right now made him feel ten feet tall.
