“Fuck, I love this.” He lifts my breasts with his hands and then sucks one nipple into his mouth. His touch is light but the pressure is strong, and a gasp leaves me.
“Too much?” he asks.
“N-no…just caught me off-guard.”
“Relax and enjoy the ride, baby. This is going to be good.”
Of that, I have no doubt.
He suckles one breast for a while, kneading and lightly pinching the other before switching. My breasts have always been sensitive but never in a good way—until now. Everything he does sets me on fire, arousal pooling between my legs.
“Bodi, please…”
“Don’t rush me,” he murmurs. “I need to kiss and touch every inch of you before I fuck you.”
Instead of making me uncomfortable the way it has in the past, his dirty words just add fuel to the inferno already raging between my legs.
“Please, just, let me touch you too…” I moan, running my hands under his shirt.
Without hesitation, he yanks it over his head and the view is magnificent. Even in the semi-darkness with me half on top of him, I can see the muscles rippling in his chest. His abdomen. Jesus, he’s incredible.
I run my fingers across his chest, flicking my thumbs across his nipples a few times.
“I wasn’t finished with you,” he grunts.
Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts to his feet—holding me by my ass—and moves around to dump me on the bed.
“Pants,” he says gruffly.
I scramble to unzip them and he reaches down, essentially yanking them off in one smooth motion.
Holy shit, I’m on Bodi’s bed wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties and he’s staring at me like I’m a smorgasbord and he hasn’t eaten in a year.
“Fuck, baby, you’re beautiful.” He slides down his khakis without taking his eyes off of me.
“Condoms,” I whisper.
“Right.” He reaches into a bedside table drawer and yanks out a few, dropping them on the bed next to me. Then he slides down his boxers and—holy crap.
Definitely bigger than anyone I’ve been with before, but not porn star big, which is a relief.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he murmurs, continuing to stare. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“Pick one,” I say, holding out my arms. “Just keep kissing and touching me.”
He kneels in front of me and uses his hands to knead my breasts. “I’m going to really enjoy these,” he says. “So sweet and sensitive—next time, I’m going to make you come just sucking on them.”
I squirm just thinking about it.
“Bodi…”
“I’m right here, baby.” He hooks his forefingers into the sides of my thong and starts sliding them down. One excruciating inch at a time. I raise my hips to make it easier for him but he still doesn’t rush, eyes trained on my torso.
I want to be self-conscious but somehow can’t muster up the energy. Being together like this is intoxicating, the look in his eyes smoldering.
I arch my body up, anxious for more contact, more friction, more everything.
Without a word, he moves over me and covers my body with his. He’s strong and heavy, but in a good way. I feel safe and warm…and wanted. Like he doesn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, doing anything else.
