She dropped her head, bringing her eyes back up to his after a moment. A bit of embarrassment shone there. He was grateful she didn’t try to hide it from him. He wanted to see it all, the uncertainty, the need, the excitement, everything that came along with connecting with a new person in this way.
“A little of both. It’s been a while since I’ve done this. In theory, it seemed like a great idea. But now…”
He stood up straight, pulling slightly away from her as he regarded her carefully.
“We’ve done this before, Vanessa. Or was it so forgettable you don’t remember?”
She dropped her eyes, the deep brown skin on her face morphing into a mauve blush.
“I haven’t forgotten. It was… incredible.”
Her voice was breathless, as if she were having a hard time controlling the air in and out of her lungs.
“Are you having second thoughts? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“No.” She raised her hand to his chest, parting the open flaps of the material covering it, and resting her palm against his flesh. “I didn’t mean for you to stop. I just meant it’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”
She rubbed her hands up and down her upper arms as if she were suddenly cold. “That night in your guest room was fantastic. It wasn’t planned, though. It kind of happened out of the blue. And it might’ve been a fluke that it was so good the last time.”
She looked up into his eyes, granting him the chance to see the vulnerability in them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve planned a seduction, and even though I know I started this back at the catering hall, the reality kinda hit me when I walked in the door. I was sort of hoping to follow your lead so I wouldn’t goof it up too much.” She huffed, wrapping her arms around herself before she spoke again. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed. That’s all.”
He kissed her again, placing his forehead against hers as he chuckled a bit.
“In case you didn’t know, before that night in the guest room, it’d been a while for me too.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her to him, bringing her fully against his body. “Our mutual dry spells aside, after knowing what it’s like to be inside you, to have you so hot and tight around my cock I could hardly breathe, I don’t think we need to worry about how this is gonna turn out.”
“Really?”
He could feel the lines of his forehead bunching together in confusion. Then he realized she was serious. She honestly didn’t know how absolutely irresistible she was.
“I’ve been half-hard all night thinking about sliding into you. Idon’t care how out of practice either of us are, the reality will always outdo the fantasy.”
“Fantasy, huh? Care to share?”
There she went again. Teasing him with her words. In the time he’d known her, he was learning so much about her. She was playful with him when she felt comfortable, shy when she was uncertain, and pensive when she was vulnerable.
They’d been in this house less than ten minutes and he’d seen her run the range of those emotions. She felt deeply, even when she tried to hide behind her posh veneer, all her emotions rooted down into the depths of her soul. And in this moment, he was the man fortunate enough to get to see it all play out.
“I’ve had a million fantasies about you since that first meeting in Jersey. Hell, since the night you let me touch you. All of ’em on replay, trapped in my head with nowhere to go.” He let his fingers grace her shoulders, relishing the shiver she gifted him with when his flesh met hers.
She was such a responsive lover. And as evolved as he should be as a grown-ass man, his ego relished every shiver, every moan she offered him. He treasured every reaction she blessed him with when she was naked beneath him.
“My favorite one to date was sitting on my couch watching those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
She fanned herself quickly with her hand, before looking at him. “It’s suddenly boiling in here.”
“Well, I could open a window.” He smirked as he moved in closer. “But considering how vocal you were the last time, I don’t think we want to give my neighbors that kind of show. Or maybe we do. You tell me.”
He reached for her waist, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. He laced his fingers through hers and headed toward the steps, but halfway there he felt resistance from her. He turned around andfound her staring up at him with a grin that was just this side of mischievous.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I just thought since there’s a perfectly good couch here, we’d spend a little time working on your fantasy.”
And just like that he went from half-hard to painfully so, his cock trapped behind his zipper, begging to be free.
Without a word, he course-corrected and cut a path to the couch. He removed his shirt slowly, giving her time to change her mind. To say it turned him on when, instead of backing away, she stepped closer to him was an understatement. She was grabbing at the placket of his tuxedo pants and undoing it with great ease, all the while setting his body aflame.
He watched her watching him. She seemed to take a perverse sort of pleasure in the slow glide of his zipper down his bulge. She rested a warm hand on his abdomen, making him ache for the moment she’d slide it down and take hold of him. Instead of giving him what he wanted in that drawn out second, she slid her hand up his abs, between his pecs and snaked it around the back of his neck until her fingers found their way into his hair grazing against his scalp.
