“Want to see it? I recall you being fascinated with its hardened state.”
My hands move to my buckle, releasing the tension of my belt. The button and zipper of my jeans follow when she doesn’t protest. Bree’s eyes grow with interest; I fight my smile. Her scientific interest is blending with her womanly desire. My own desire to see her reaction refuses to allow me to delay the ‘big reveal.’
My dick practically jumps in my hand, eager to meet her. This was not the plan. We were supposed to get acquainted and determine if our chemistry was on par, but now, I’m pulling out my hard dick and laying it against my stomach for her perusal.
“Itdoesgrow more.” Her whisper is full of awe.
Hiking up her skirt, she straddles me to get a better look. This is the first time a woman has climbed into my lap for the sake of science, yet it’s still hot; my dick twitches its approval of her nearness. Her lip gloss is M.I.A. due to her excessive lip biting. I want to taste her lips—both sets.
“It looked good this morning, but it’s beautiful like this.” The tip of her pink tongue pokes out to moisten her lips.I want to taste that, too. “Can I touch it?”
Her question is a formality; her hand is already reaching for it. Cuffing her wrists with my hands, I pull her to me until our noses almost touch. Her mind is awash with so many thoughts; I can almost see the cogs spinning in her brain.
“You’ll have to kiss me first.”
Taking advantage of her parted lips, I run the tip along the seam of her lips before pressing forward. Her small yet breathy gasp gives me the opening I need. She smells like jasmine and tastes like mint. I deepen the kiss with a moan, savoring her flavor. Bree’s hands fall to my chest and for a brief moment, I wonder if she’ll push away from me. Instead, she rests her hands on my pecs and returns the kiss. Just like everything she does, her kiss is part curiosity and part instinct, but it’s all sexy. My restraint slips a little and I find myself gripping her ass hard, pulling her closer.
I ignore the warning signs. I should be pushing her away and canceling this experiment. I didn’t expect to go this far this fast. I’ve known her less than twenty-four hours, and I already want too much. I rarely want to kiss anyone, yet I’m all into this kiss, willing to do it for hours. I should run; there’s something more potent about Bree that my mind and heart should fear, but my dick is running the show. She freezes when my hands find her zipper and begin unzipping her dress.
“I want to see you,” I explain with a kiss under her ear.
“It’s only fair.” Her statement is wispy yet sultry. I’m immediately addicted to her aroused voice.
I should push her out of my lapand end this experiment.
Her dress falls to display her big, lush mounds of happiness, chocolate tipped, hard, and ready for my mouth. I’m mesmerized until I feel the air on my chest. I’ve stared long enough to not notice Bree unbuttoning my shirt.
Her next words rock me, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been.
“I want to watch you cum, Jason.”
Run. Run. Run!
“Okay. Is that a scientific request?”
“Sorta. I want to learn how you like to be touched.”
Damn.No one has ever cared about what I liked. I’m used to just making it happen. I suck a nipple in my mouth. I can’t resist. I revel in her soft moans and whimpers as I feast on her sweet, sweet tits. They’re perfect. I vary the intensity of my sucks and nips learning how she likes it. My dick is aching by the time I master it, but I cannot have her tonight. I need to build her up to this. There is a reason why she hasn’t climaxed before.
“Go for it.”
Her soft hand grips my dick like it’s made from glass. I suck my teeth. I’ve never been so needy for a woman that her hand on my dick has the power to make me want so much. Her first few strokes are pure torture. They feel good but aren’t designed to get her what she wants. Wrapping my hand around her smaller one, I lace our fingers together to teach her the best way to get me there.
I could have been cock deep in any other woman right now, but somehow, this step back is sexier and more intimate. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each breath, her eyes are big as she studies my dick like it’s modern technology, and her lips are still pouty from our kisses. Her glasses make her look like a very good girl, doing incredibly dirty things.
I moan at the thought.
“You like that?” Bree asks, though her eyes are still focused on my dick.
“Far more than I should,” I grumble.
“Huh?”
“Nothing. You can’t fuck anyone during this process. I don’t want any novices undoing my progress,” I tell her. My brain screams at the possessiveness of my words.
“And, you?”
“I’ll be too busy focusing on making your pussy scream.”
