“I’ve wanted to touch you like this,” she confesses, her attention on my body.
That’s it. I clasp the back of her neck and draw her near. Her mouth is soft and lush. And I find myself making a noise of pure want, licking into her slick warmth, sucking the full curve of her bottom lip.
I imagined kissing Penelope Morrow countless times. For years. The reality of being able to sink into her mouth, kiss her at my leisure releases something deep inside me. I want her morethan I want to breathe, but I’m good with staying right here, learning her mouth, the sounds she makes, the way she moves and grasps at my shoulders like she needs to hang on.
The room is warm and quiet as we learn each other. I grow heavy and tight with want. She leans fully on me as we make out, our kisses growing deeper, wilder. I suck on her tongue, and she whimpers, angling her head to get in more. Then she does the same to me. It feels so good, I’m groaning, gripping her tight. Holding her hips, I slide my leg between hers and rock her back and forth over the length of my thigh. Letting her ride. She grinds on my leg with little jerking rocks that I don’t think she’s fully aware of.
I lose time. There’s just her mouth, her body,her.
I don’t know how long we go on. I can’t seem to stop kissing her. Sweat breaks out on my skin, hers blooms hot and damp. The need to feel more of it has me easing her shirt up and over her head. The glossy dark cloud of her hair settles over delicate shoulders. I take my first look and almost swallow my tongue.
Her bra is candy apple–red lace and holding two round creamy breasts that nearly spill out into my panting face. Jesus. I run a shaking hand along her tiny waist, up to those perfect, sweet tits.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“I’ll probably be doing that a lot,” I rasp. My hands aren’t steady as I cup her there.
We both make a sound of pleasure. She’s firm but soft, and I’m in heaven. I didn’t even know I was a boob man until now. I think it’s her. Nature made the perfect pair just for me.
Pen lets me fondle her with an amused but flushed expression. Unable to help myself, I groan and lean forward to kiss the deep swelling valley those pretty tits make. I kiss each one with reverence. Pen makes a needy little sound, squirming on my lap. My hard-on pulses beneath her peachy ass.
She’s so sensitive. Little goose bumps break out on her skin as I nuzzle along the edges of her bra. She smells like honey.
“You like this?” I murmur.
“Yes.” It comes out in breathless wonder.
Well, then. I’ll have to give her more attention. Reaching around to her back, my fingers find the clasp of her bra and flick it open. She shrugs a shoulder, letting the straps fall. I watch rapt, mouth open—most likely panting. Red lace slides down ivory skin, stopping like a taunt on the tips. Pen’s smile is a siren’s as she slowly lowers the bra and reveals herself.
I whimper, an actual whimper. They’re perfect, soft and round, the color of cream. Tight little nipples like honest-to-god rosebuds.
“Fuck.” I need a moment. I can’t... My hands cup her and lift those sweet buds to my waiting mouth. I lick one nipple, then the other. Each time she gasps, arches up to get more. And I’m lost. I suck one into my mouth as deep as it can get. My fingers pluck at the other nipple, caress and fondle those plush tits. Lick and suck. Loving how she moans and writhes, holding my head to her, demanding I pay proper homage.
I am converted. The most ardent acolyte.
“August?”
Dimly, I hear the faint whisper. I cup a breast in my hand and lash the rosy nipple with my tongue. “Yes.”
“August?”
“Present.” I could feast here for hours. But her touch on my cheek has me lifting my head to meet her wry gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, lids lowered over dark eyes glossy with desire.
“August, I’ve waited this long, you can fuck me now.”
Those words. It snaps me out of my fog and takes my breath.
“Sweets, Jesus, you’re going to undo me.” My lips ghost over hers because I can’t be this close and not kiss her. But I need to focus. This time is all about her. And I can’t be distracted.
“I am absolutely going to fuck you. A lot. As much and asoften as you’ll let me. But you told me this was an act of trust for you. Will you trust me now? To take the lead here and make it good for you? I promise I won’t let you down.”
“Okay.”
That’s all I need to hear. I ease her back onto the bed, and she lies on her side, watching with interest while I rip off my jeans—I’m too fucking hot to keep them on now. Taking her in my arms, I kiss her until she’s melting against me once more. My hands roam back to her breasts that tickle my chest, down the soft curve of her belly. All the while, my mouth moves with hers. Kisses that soothe, kisses that cajole, that tell her how fucking much I worship her.
She trembles when my hand slips under the band of her panties. And then I’m the one trembling. Because she’s so wet. Slick and swollen. God, I want to see her pussy. Spread those plush thighs and drink her in. But she’s never been touched here. Never been exposed that way. If it kills me, I’m going to take it slow.
With as much care as I can, I find the pearl of her clit and run a finger along its plump rise. Pen groans long and low, pressing herself against the pillows as her hips rise to meet me. It’s fucking beautiful.
