His cock only semi softened and I gently released him.
Baird slowly lifted his head from my shoulder to study my face. There was that awe again and maybe a little bit of wary confusion.
“Feel good?” I whispered.
He nodded as determination etched into his features. “Give me a minute to get hard again.”
I grinned as he pushed away, and we both looked down to find cum splattered all over my T-shirt. “Well, that definitely needs washed now,” I joked as I wiped my hand on a clean area.
“Lift your arms.”
At his gruff command, I did just that. He pulled thefabric away from me so it wouldn’t touch my face as he lifted it over my head.
“Bra off.” His eyes were hot as he threw the T-shirt next to his discarded clothes.
I unclipped it but didn’t take it off, gaze roaming over him and his own cum-splattered jeans. “You next.”
He kicked off his trainers and shoved his jeans and boxers down, revealing his thickly muscled thighs and carved calves. There was faded bruises up his right side from his motorcycle incident but they did nothing to mar how perfect I thought he was.
“You’re really unfairly beautiful, you know that?”
“I’ve never been called beautiful, but I’ll take it. Now. Bra. Off. I want to see you. I’ve dreamed about your tits for months.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “What kind of dreams?”
He cocked his head, grinning flirtatiously. “The kind where I lick, suck, and fuck every inch of them, every inch of you. They weren’t really dreams since I was awake and in the shower with my hand around my cock.”
“No wonder you came so quickly if I’ve been the star of your masturbatory fantasies for months.”
He narrowed his eyes at my teasing. “Every. Single. One. And now that I finally have you here, I’m eager to get started on thefucking every inch of youpart of the fantasy.”
Since I was too, I dropped the bra.
My nipples peaked beneath his hooded stare.
It suddenly occurred to me that it was a monumental task to live up to his fantasies. How did reality measure up?
I shifted uneasily, my hands fluttering as if about to cover myself, but Baird bit out roughly, “Fuck, fantasy doesn’t even come close to how beautiful you are, My.You’re so beautiful I feel it in every part of my body, every nerve …” His hands flexed at his sides and his cock strained toward his stomach again.
The perks of being a testosterone-fueled, twenty-six-year-old athlete.
Yet, his words soothed me. “Can you just get inside me now, please?”
Baird’s answer was to swing me into his arms bridal style, my breasts bouncing with the movement. “What—” But he was practically running upstairs, and my question ended in giggles of excitement that made him laugh too.
He placed me on his bed with a gentleness that belied our eagerness. Like I was precious to him. We kissed as he fell between my open thighs. Hungry but tender kisses that made me short of breath. He trailed said kisses down my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he explored my body with his mouth and tongue and hands. He squeezed my left breast as his lips covered my right nipple. He licked and sucked until I was writhing and flushed, my hips undulating against his cock.
This pleasurable torment continued until both my nipples were swollen and red from his attention. Following a path down my stomach, Baird kissed my body until his face was buried between my thighs again.
“This pussy,” he whispered hoarsely, “is mine to worship.”
I pushed up on my elbows, my thighs falling open for him. “Bear.”
Our eyes met.
“Didheever go down on you?”
I tensed, knowing he referred to Will. “No,” I barely wheezed the word out. “He didn’t like it.”
