Oh. My. God.
His chest, his abs, and that V.
Oh, man, this escalated quickly.
He didn’t say anything; he just stood there looking at me, waiting to see what I was going to say. Or rather, what I was going to do.
What was I going to do? There were so many options. Whip the towel off and hop on? I could start slow; I think that had been my intention when I came in here. To kiss him, and actually try to open myself up to him. When I say open, I didn’t mean my legs, but now I was feeling like that wasn’t a bad idea.
Without the plan I came in here with, I decided to just be present in the moment. I walked over to him in my shorts pajama set like I was a vixen who knew what she was doing.
His eyes never left mine, and I really liked that.
Something about his gaze made me feel like he knew inside my soul.
When I was six inches away, my hands reached out to touch him. His skin was hot and soft from the shower. Every bump of his abs sent tingles up my arms and through all the nerve in my body. He was so strong. Part of me ached to follow the lines down to something harder that was trying to escape the towel, but I wanted to really enjoy this moment, and right now he was letting me be in control.
I honestly had no clue what type of man Joel would be, sexually. I knew it would be good, that I’d always known. Chemistry was never our problem. But was he a dominant type of man? Did he like his women to be in control? My lower lip went in between my teeth in anticipation. I was about to find out.
Instead of following the rabbit hole down to his growing cock, my hands went up to his neck and pulled his head towards mine. Our eyes never left each other’s until the moment our lips met.
We started slow— teasing, tasting, but the more we tasted the more we wanted.
His hands went to my hips, bringing me flush against his hard-on. From then his fingers moved to my ass, gripping me, pulling me even closer.
My nails dug into his neck from the sheer need for him.
“Those nails,” he growled in my mouth, and I felt a fire light inside me.
“You like them?” I did it again, and he moaned, nodding.
Joel Kline moaning waseverythingin life.
“Fuck yeah.” He was getting more rushed, and vigorous.
“I said no expectations, though, are you sure?” He pulled back, just out of reach of my lips,giving me one last out. It only furthered my decision to really not let my own issues stop me in this.
Instead of answering him, I leaned in and licked his lips before latching onto his lower one, sucking, and my right hand moved down to touch his cock. Now he had my answer. We were adults, and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to play with him. I didn’t care what we did, but right now I just needed something from him.
“So fucking mine,” he swore and picked me up, tossing me on his large bed and covering my body with his. The fact that his towel stayed on during the movement was amazing. He really was good at everything. My legs wrapped around his pelvis, and he ground himself against me, making me bite whatever I could get on him to stop myself from screaming. He grunted from the pain, but it seemed to only spur him on more. He liked it, and I sure as hell didn’t mind dishing it out. I tended to be the girl that scratched, who left bruises and bite marks everywhere. At least I was his makeup artist, and could cover any of these up if I needed to.
Every movement of his towel-covered cock was rubbing against my sex, and I felt like just that friction could get me there.
When his hands went to my breasts, kneading them sharply, and he pinched my nipples hard,I came.
It was so unexpected that I didn’t have time to stifle the loud moan that flew from my mouth. He covered my lips with his to help muffle the sound, but I knew he didn’t stop it all.
