I watch the goose bumps grow on her arms as I kneel and slip her legs free of the pants. I smirk at her sudden gasp as I lean forward, grabbing the globes of her ass in each of my large palms, and press my lips against her thighs.
My hands trail higher as I stand, taking in every inch of her soft skin, as they grip the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head.
“Your turn,” Bailey mumbles as she reaches for the hook of her bra.
I waste no time ripping my shirt over my head and sliding my pants down my legs, shucking them somewhere in the room.
“You’re like…perfect. It’s really not fair.”
“You know what else isn’t fair?” I ask as she slips out of her panties. I reach my arm around her waist and tug her naked body against mine. “Having you here like this and having to practice some sort of self-control.”
“Maybe you could lose it, just for a little bit,” she whispers as her small hand wraps around my cock.
By the time we hit the mattress, the storm has become a dull roar in the background, like the ocean is trying to climb the cliffs and eavesdrop.
Bailey lies beneath me, hair fanned out on the pillow like spilled ink, eyes wide and dark and so damn open it makes my chest ache.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone.
“Hey,” she echoes, a tiny smile curving her lips. “You okay?”
“Pretty sure I’m better than okay,” I say. “But, you know, jury’s still out until the fourth quarter.”
She snorts. “Are you really making sports metaphors right now?”
“It’s how I cope with nerves,” I confess.
“You’re nervous?” Her brows lift in soft surprise.
“I’m about to sleep with the girl I’ve been in love with since she spilled coffee all over my playbook in high school,” I say bluntly. “Yeah, I’m nervous.”
Something in her gaze softens, melts. “You were in love with me?” she whispers.
“Past tense?” I counter.
Her breath catches. “Crew…”
“I was an idiot,” I go on because if I stop now, I might not start again. “I had no idea what to do with it. I didn’t want to screw up your life, or mine, or my brother’s, or—”
She presses a finger gently to my lips. “Hey,” she murmurs. “We can unpack the tragedy of our teenage communication skills later, okay? Right now, I just… I want to be here. With you. All the way here.”
My chest feels too small for my heart. I turn my head, kissing her fingertip. “All right,” I say, the word a promise.
Her hands slide up my arms, over my shoulders, grounding me. “Stay with me,” she whispers. “In your head. Don’t go replay old tapes while you’re touching me.”
“I won’t,” I say. “I’m right here.”
Bailey wiggles closer and presses her mouth against mine again, only this time she slips her tongue between my lips. She groans as I shift my hips against her stomach. My hands grip her ass, my fingers digging into the flesh, as she continues to explore my mouth. I rock against her twice, then use more strength than I could ever muster to pull myself back.
She makes her way down my body until her face aligns with my cock. Her tongue reaches out tentatively and licks the head of my dick. My hands fist the quilt on her bed as it takes all my willpower not to grip her hair and fuck her mouth.
Bailey must sense my need as she uses one hand to grip the base of my cock and uses her lips and tongue to make wet paths along the shaft. She watches me as her lips open toward my tip. My cock is barely going to fit, but I don’t give a damn. I want to claim her mouth.
“Open your mouth wider, sweetheart.”
She not only widens her mouth just a bit, but her pale thighs part just enough for her to slip her free hand between her legs.
“Ah, fuck. That’s it. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.”
