So I kissed her, pouring my heart into it as I explored her mouth with my tongue until she was moaning in pleasure in my arms.
It would be so easy to touch her. I sank my fingers into her soft sides and held on for dear life, afraid to give myself even an inch more, knowing I was teetering on the brink of my breaking point.
She clung to me, only this time, her hands moved up and down my back as she began to explore me. Her hands were a little shaky and uncertain at first, but when I moaned in appreciation, she grew bolder.
Our lips never broke their connection, but this was all new territory to us both.
I rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me. I thought she’d stop and save a bit of my insanity, but instead her hands moved from my back to my front.
Her soft touch was my undoing.
I growled and kissed her deeper. My body was already strung tight, but a small smile played across her lips, and I knew that she knew she was torturing me, and she liked it.
Her lips left mine as she trailed little kisses across my cheek to nibble on my earlobe.
I shivered when she lightly blew her scent there before continuing a path down my neck stopping at the juncture of my neck and shoulder as if she were picking the spot to mark me as hers.
That may have been presumptuous of me, but that’s how it felt. And then she kissed me hard there and blew her scent on the spot before continuing even lower.
Her fingertips played across my chest and the planes of my abs as her kisses followed.
My head was spinning in desire.
“That feels so good,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
She licked me and I moaned.
I looked down just as she glanced up at me and smiled.
It was the most sensuous and beautiful sight. It took my breath away.
“Don’t stop, doll.”
She smiled against my skin, shooting waves of awareness through me. I grew instantly hard and knew I was flagpoling. If she moved just a little to the right, she’d know it too.
I watched for that moment and loved seeing her eyes widen in surprise when she realized how crazy she was making me.
She looked down at it and licked those damn perfect lips once more.
“Touch me,” I begged in a ragged voice.
She shook her head.
I gulped, feeling the pain of rejection.
“Touch me first,” she whispered boldly.
I sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn’t have to ask me twice.
Rolling her off of me, I repositioned her once more as we moved to face each other side by side.
I stared into her eyes as my hand slid under her shirt to feel her soft skin.
She gave a shaky sigh, and I knew that touching me had equally affected her. And even better, I could feel her emotions and her needs as I explored her body for the first time.
My head dipped to capture her lips once more, then I pulled back and lifted her shirt over her head.
Her nerves picked up as she lay there, bare chested before me. Somehow, I knew she was trying to cover herself too.
