He just laughs and pulls up his T-shirt, revealing flat abs I’d like to eat dessert off of—if he’d ever let refined sugars touch his body.
Once again, I get to feast my eyes on his sculpted torso. It looks even better this time. His pecs are wide, firm, and curving, with tiny, dark nipples. And those huge, muscular arms. Welcome to the gun show, Cleo.
I lick my lips. If I were you, I’d just walk around naked all the time. Your body is so incredible. And I’m someone who has seen a lot of athletes’ bodies.
This is Minnesota. I can’t go anywhere without freezing my balls off, even when I have three layers of clothing on. He lies back down on the bed, and I cozy up to him. His chest against mine is my new favourite sensation, and I sling an arm around his neck to bring us closer.
Still, it’s a shame. I’ll just have to memorize every inch for my spank bank, I say.
You need to be a little more romantic, Mats chides.
What do you mean? I’m direct about sex. Isn’t that what guys like?
Guys aren’t all the same, he replies.
Instantly, I feel guilty. I have been obsessed with Mats’s body, possibly to the point of objectifying him. And I’ve been pushing my personal agenda of having sex, even as he’s been telling me to slow down.
I’m sorry. I know I can be impatient, I say.
He leans his head towards mine. The journey can be fun too.
Then he puts a warm hand on my cheek and brings my face closer, close enough to kiss. His kisses are so gentle that I feel delicate and cherished for the first time in my life. But then he finally parts my lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. I surrender to all the sensations. My bones turn liquid and I’m weak with desire. Mats strokes the bare skin of my waist and ribs, leaving a trail of scorching need.
God, your fingers are magical, I mutter between kisses. I can feel him smile against my lips.
He props himself up on one elbow and looks down at me, his gaze drifting over my breasts and tummy. There’s definitely heat in his dark eyes. Maybe by waiting, he means more foreplay? Because yes, please.
He runs his fingers under the straps of my bra, pulling them off my shoulders to expose more of my breasts. My back arches to offer myself to him.
Mats slips one hand behind me and deftly unsnaps my bra, pulls it off, and discards it. Then he focuses on my breasts, his eyes widening and his lips parting.
Beautiful. And so sexy, he murmurs.
I exhale slowly at his words. He caresses both my breasts, squeezing and lifting them and making heat ripple through my whole body. Then he traces my areolae and circles up to the nipples as he slowly lowers his head. When he finally fastens his mouth to one nipple and sucks, the pleasure is almost painful. I can feel my nipple hardening and then the gentle scrape of his teeth around it.
Fuuuck… oh, so good, I mumble, my brain too scrambled to be coherent. More, more, more is my only thought.
Mats pulls his mouth away and surveys me. My state of mindless lust seems to please him, because he smiles softly and bends his head to my other breast. As he kisses and sucks that nipple too, the sensation is an electrical current that runs from my breast directly to my pussy. I rub my thighs together. Am I going to fucking come from just nipple play?
God, how am I getting so turned on with my jeans still on? I groan.
He pulls away and chuckles. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He turns me onto my back, straddles me, and cups my breasts again.
Your nipples are incredible. So pink and pretty. And so responsive. He takes his time, sucking and squeezing and pinching my now-stiff nipples like it’s his newest fascination. I’ve never had anyone take so much time with just my breasts. And as much as I want his cock inside me, I won’t push Mats. He’s too stubborn.
Besides, this feels insanely good. I’m pretty sure there’s a damp spot on the outside of my jeans because I’m so wet.
It’s almost a relief when I feel him unzip my jeans and pull them down. I kick off my socks so now all I’m wearing is a pink thong.
Again, he sits back and takes me in. When his dark eyes cloud with desire, I feel treasured and beautiful.
This body, he hums as he runs his hands down my sides. He strokes my bare hips and then spreads my thighs. He can’t miss how wet I am, and, sure enough, there’s a low chuckle.
Did I do this to you, Cleo?
God, yes, I moan.
He runs his fingers across the satiny fabric of my thong, making lazy strokes at first and then finding the bump of my clit. He strokes my clit through the thong as I writhe on the bed, opening myself up for more. I feel his forefinger travel up and down, then he pushes the fabric up inside me—exactly where I want his cock. Then he returns to stroking my clit, faster this time. Even with my underwear still on, I come hard. My body stiffens and I gasp at the intense waves of pleasure that wash over me.
