I don’t know what else to say or how to navigate this. She’s going to crash at my place again tonight; I think it’s clear we both want that. But what is becoming even clearer is there’s more we want from each other than company. More than this chaste thank-you kiss on the cheek.
Do we want more thanthat?
I think so, at least, but I admit I’m not entirely sure. “Are you tipsy?” I ask delicately, not wanting to insult her, but also not wanting to let anything happen when she isn’t in a perfectly clear state of mind to make the decision.
Her eyes open, and she releases her hold on my neck. “No,” she says.
I hold her tight around the waist. “I’m going to kiss you.”
She widens her eyes and licks her lips. Her breath comes in little puffs, nervous and excited. The same as mine. She nods and lifts her face to mine, bringing her nose as close to mine as she can on tiptoe.
I brush my lips against hers, and her sweet, orange-scented breath fills my senses. But just a touch of those plush lips sends my cock into overdrive, and suddenly, my brain is no longer in control.
There is no thinking my way through this. No rational thought that’s going to protect me from how complicated I know this is going to get.
For now, though, it’s simple.
I want her, and I want her bad.
She tastes divine, and I open my mouth, exploring her depths with my tongue. She mewls against my lips, her hips pressing against my already stiff cock, and I know I’m fucked. Done for. This woman tastes like an angel and is hiding curves that I know were meant to be worshipped. I want to lay her out on my bed and taste every inch of her skin. I want to see her pussy, watch as I touch the trembling flesh. My body is in control now, and I’m just a helpless participant, following the demands of my desire for her.
Her hair is fisted between my fingers and her tits are crushed against my chest. “You want this?” I pant. “It’s not too late to say no, and I’ll take a cold shower and sleep on the—”
I can’t even get the offer out before she’s rasping, “I want this. I want you. If you want me, then God, Franco…please…”
While it’s nowhere near as picture-perfect as it is in the movies, we kiss and grope and strip out of our clothes the entire stumbling walk up the stairs to my bedroom.
By the time we make it to the bed, Chloe’s sweater is gone, and she’s fumbling with the button on her cargo pants. I stop her with a hand.
“That’s my job,” I growl, looking pointedly at her body. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
I can see her entire body tremble under my gaze. Her nipples are so hard I can see the thick peaks just begging to be nibbled through the cups of her bra. She stands with her hands at her sides, looking like she has absolutely no idea what to do.
I shuck off my jeans and socks but leave on my boxer briefs. If I expose my cock just yet, that’ll be it. Once my skin touches hers, there’ll be no going back. And I want to take my time with this.
She stands there wide-eyed, her lips parted, those erect buds practically shredding through her bra. I close the space between us and lift her chin so our eyes meet, and I just look at her.
“You’re beautiful, Chloe,” I say, picking up a lock of her hair between two fingers. “And I want to see every inch of you.”
She shivers, harder this time, but her eyes never leave mine. “You’re unbelievable,” she whispers. “Not like I don’t believe you. I mean like, you’re so gorgeous.”
“Thank you, baby.” I’m glad she likes what she sees, but right now, all I care about is how hungry I am for her.
I start with the button on her pants, unfastening it easily. Then I work the zipper down and urge the waistband away from her hips.
Chloe’s got some curves to her, and I got just a taste of her last night when my dick cuddled up her to ass like it was magnetically attracted.
She’s wearing boy short-type underwear today, and I shove those down, exposing her trimmed mound. She gasps, a thrilling sound that’s heavy with wanting. She clutches my bare shoulders as she steps out of the panties. I toss them aside and look at her. Her hair spills over her shoulders as her cheeks flush. I’m so goddamn hard, I want to get myself off fast so I can savor the experience and get hard again.
But no. I’m not going to blow in ten seconds like a kid. I’m going to take my sweet time, no matter how my dick protests.
She shivers and crosses her arms lightly over her chest.
I shove aside the blankets, and she dives into my bed headfirst, making me laugh. “There’s so much more to you than meets the eye,” I tell her. “You’re serious and quiet, but you’re not. You’re funny and snarky and playful.”
“I’m also really, really turned on,” she adds.
I laugh again and climb in bed beside her. I tug the covers over her legs to warm her feet and lie on my side next to her. My raging hard-on knocks into the outside of her thigh as I tuck in closer. “Lie still.”
