I brushed my lips against hers. A small sigh escaped her lips.
“Why not?”
“B-because it hurts to stand for too long.”
I stepped back, remembering her injury. “That’s not a problem.”
Scooping her up in my arms, I swiftly carried her to the bottom bed of the bunk beds that were in the room. Wouldn’t have been my first choice but I had to make due with what was available.
“How’s your ankle?” I asked, staring down into her half-closed eyes, our lips barely touching as I hovered over her.
“Better.” She surprised me by lifting her head and capturing my lips.
My surprise didn’t last for too long, however, as I parted my lips, allowing myself to experience the feel of our mouths tasting one another. I reached down, moving my hand underneath the turtleneck shirt she wore, feeling the tender skin of her waist and abdomen.
“I’m going to take your shirt off now,” I stated, pulling back from her lips. Kissing was no longer enough and I needed to make it clear my intentions for that night.
“The door—”
“Is locked. No one’s walking in on us,” I reassured. I paused for a moment, ensuring that she was okay with what was about to happen.
A slight tilt of her head gave me the go ahead.
“Fuck!” I cursed when I sat up and smacked my head against the wooden boards of the top bunk.
Deborah giggled, but then asked, “Are you okay?”
“I fucking hate bunk beds. Next time we’ll have more room.” The next time we were in this position, would be in my bed where we had more than enough room to explore one another’s bodies. But I didn’t have time to think about that. I needed to concentrate on the woman in front of me at that moment.
Reaching down, I pulled Deborah’s shirt free from her body, leaving her nude from the waist up, save for the black bra she wore. I licked my lips before leaning down and outlining the tops of her breasts with my tongue. I moaned against the feel of her soft, supple skin.
Her chest rose as she arched her back slightly, obviously turned on.
“I’m going to take off your bra now,” I informed her, looking up into her eyes.
She nodded, and I moved my hands around to the back clasp, undoing the bind that hid her breasts from me. I glanced up at her face. She bit her lower lip, uncertain. I swallowed, wanting to tell her she needn’t be nervous. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. But words failed me. Action would have to do.
I lowered my head to her breast, encircling her taut nipple with my lips. Her body reacted instantly, jerking upward, her back arching, but I wouldn’t let up. She tasted too sweet. The little moans that escaped her mouth were too enticing for me not to keep trying to pull them from her. I licked a line down the middle of her breasts before moving over to give the second one the same treatment as the first.
My cock attempted to bust through the zipper of my jeans and yet I couldn’t stop. I squeezed with my hands, pleased to see her breasts fit perfectly into them.
“Robert,” she let out on a whisper-moan, her head twisting from side to side against the pillows on the bed.
I heard the need in her voice. She needed more. I did to.
Forcing myself to pull away, I carefully sat back on my haunches, mindful of the damn top bunk. Next, I removed the sweater I’d been wearing along with the T-shirt I had on underneath before pressing our bodies together again, so I could capture her lips.
Deborah’s hands went to my hair. Enjoying the feel of her hands on me, I groaned against her lips.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” I questioned before dipping my head into the crook of her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin there.
“Please,” she begged.
My cock jumped against my pants, at the need and want I heard in her voice. At that point, it was either remove the rest of our clothing or come in my jeans.
I lifted, my hands going to the buttons of Deborah’s jeans. I made quick work of undoing the button and zipper, pulling her pants down to reveal her smooth legs. The only thing that stood between me and ecstasy were the cotton panties she wore. My hands went to the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips, aiding me in pulling them down to meet her jeans. After completely removing her clothing, I sat back again, admiring her taut body.
“I’m going to taste you.”
