God, she’s gorgeous. Her nipples are a dusty pink against the paleness of her skin. I can still make out the subtle tan line from her bathing suits worn over the summer.
An animalistic jealousy gushes over me, thinking about other men taking in what’s mine.
“Pants,” I bark out as I fist the denim on my knees in an attempt to keep myself from reaching out.
Bailey dutifully follows and tosses her clothes on the remaining stack of blankets before lying back on her elbows, wearing only a pair of sensible cotton panties in the lightest shade of blue.
“Fuck, Bailey. You’re beautiful.”
She arches her brow as a slight breeze makes its way through the lantern room from the old windows. Her nipples stand at attention, begging me forward.
“Show me?” she asks, sitting forward. Bailey’s hands go to her hips, and I immediately tell her to stop.
“Let me do that. You just lie back.”
On all fours, I crawl my way over her body until our faces are aligned. I take in the slight quiver in her lips and the shimmer in her eyes. It’s a look I know all too well. She’s nervous and excited, the same look she got when she opened her bookstore.
I brush my lips across her jaw, moving from one side to the other as her fingers find their way under my shirt and trail across my hips.
Our lips meet, and my tongue begs her mouth for entrance. Her taste is something I’m starting to crave, and I fear it will never be enough.
Bailey’s fingers inch toward the button of my pants, but I tear my mouth away from hers, halting her movements.
“No, sweetheart. Tonight is about you.”
She looks up at me with glassy eyes, and I wish I had a way to capture her like this. “But what about you?” she asks, her fingers trailing along the dusting of hair on the center of my abdomen.
“Just let me make you feel good. You’ll get your chance.” With a smirk, I press a quick peck on her lips and make my way down to her chest, ignoring her rolling eyes and focusing on her swift intake of breath as my lips latch around one of her nipples.
As a soft moan escapes her lips, I quickly switch to her other nipple, making sure to give it the same amount of attention.
Beneath me, Bailey squirms, and I adjust my weight onto my good arm and use my other to hold her hip still.
Sparing a glance up at her face, I find Bailey watching me intently, her teeth snaring her plump bottom lip. Locking eyes with her, I reach down and slide my hand across the waistband of her panties before slipping it inside.
Immediately, my fingers are engulfed in her body’s heat, and I’ve gotten nowhere close to her center.
“Am I going to find you wet, Bailey? Are you going to drench my fingers?” I ask, cinching closer and closer to the spot she yearns for.
“Crew.” My name is a plea on her lips, and I find my resolve splintering away like leaves in a storm.
My fingers slip farther across her mound until I reach her sensitive folds, my thumb brushing against her clit. Bailey’s entire body jerks at the contact.
“Fuck,” I growl as I slip a finger inside her tight cunt, relishing in the obscene amount of heat. Pulling my hand free,I quickly steal a taste from my fingertips, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the flavor.
Gripping the edge of her panties, I rip them from Bailey’s body, tossing them haphazardly across the room. I use my shoulder to spread her knees apart and lie in front of the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Jesus, I can’t wait to feast on you.”
Bailey tries to cover up her sex, but I smack her hand away. “Don’t.”
“No one’s ever,” she whispers, and I feel both elation and anger. Joy at the fact that I’ll be the first to have my tongue between her legs. Irritation at the fact that some dimwit didn’t take the time to pleasure her.
“Well, it’s my honor to be the first. I plan on being here a while. You just sit back and relax.”
I focus on her pussy, using my tongue to lick slow, steady strokes as my thumb rubs circles around her clit. With the way her moans grow, I can tell she’s already close.
I keep up the slow pace for a few minutes, then move my mouth toward her sensitive nub, using my lips and tongue to increase the pleasure. My fingers slip inside her channel, hooking at just the right spot, causing Bailey’s legs to close around my head.
