He cupped his erection quickly, just one subtle stroke to ease a bit of the pain, before moving his hands to the buttons on his fly. With a flick of his fingers they were undone. A second later, his jockey shorts and jeans lay in a puddle at his feet.
He stood before her then. Breaths coming quick and shallow. His fully erect cock bobbing with each of his heartbeats.
The woman,bless her, didn’t evenattemptto hold his gaze. Hell no. She stared straight at his dick, and he would swear he could feel the heat of her gaze bathing over his most sensitive flesh like a hot, wet tongue.
His cock bucked, begging for her touch. When she lifted a hand to do exactly that, he could only groan and say, “Not yet.If you touch me now, I might not have the strength to take this slow.”
Her lioness eyes were lit with a pure, killer instinct when she looked up at him. “And why would that be a bad thing?”
“It’s not a bad thing.” He grabbed her hand to pull her to a stand. “In fact, I hope to show you what agoodthing fast and furious sex can be. But that’s for another time. This time, this first time...”
He slowly undid the top button on her blouse. Her pulse beat in the hollow of her throat, and when the button popped free of its hole and his fingers gently grazed the upper slope of one breast, it went from a quick tattoo to a rapid flutter.
“This first time, I want to touch and taste, rub and lick every inch of you. I want to learn what will make you moan, what will make you writhe with pleasure beneath me, what will send you careening over the edge.”
“My god.” The two syllables sawed out of her. She blinked in surprise when she glanced down and saw he’d undone the rest of her buttons while he’d distracted her with his words.
Her bra was white and lacy, as delicate and feminine looking as the woman who wore it. The cups lifted her breasts like an offering, and he didn’t hesitate to accept.
Following the edge of one scalloped cup with his fingertip, he watched, satisfied, as the nipple beneath pinched tight against the lace.
Responsive,the beast in him growled.
Pulling her to him, he hissed when his naked cock pressed against the fabric of her shorts and the warm skin on her lower belly. Slipping her blouse over her shoulders, he tossed it atop his jeans. And while his arm was behind her back, he took advantage and unsnapped the clasp of her bra. She gasped when the two sides sprung free in an instant.
Her breath was hot against his chin as she stared up at him. “You’re good at that.”
“I’m good at a lot of things,” he assured her as he bent to reclaim her kiss-swollen lips. “Let me show you.”
Distracting her with his teeth and tongue, he peeled away her bra, flinging it toward the growing pile of clothes. When her tightly bunched nipples grazed the hair on his chest, she groaned and he drank down the sound, took it into himself so that it was imprinted upon the very fabric of his being.
So that it would remain part of him. Always.
For long moments, despite the urge to step back and let his hungry eyes roam over the treasures he’d just uncovered, he did nothing more than revel in her devilishly talented mouth.
Not that that was a hardship. Truly, Mia was a natural when it came to kissing.
Her lips were soft and plush, her tongue was eager and searching. She nibbled and sucked and followed his every move instinctively. Then, to his surprise, she went up on tiptoe, framed his face with her hands, and took over the lead from him.
He wasn’t sure who made which noise. But one of them moaned and the other grumbled when she dipped her tongue into his mouth. Setting up a slow, languid rhythm that he knew would translate to other pleasurable activities.
He imagined his cock entering her body in rhythm to her tongue. Deep, slick strokes that shoved the head of his dick high and tight against her cervix. Slow, luxurious thrusts that made his balls slap her ass as her tight little body welcomed his entry.
He couldn’t stand it a second longer.
He needed her naked. He needed to have nothing separating them but the sweat that slicked their skin.
“I’m going to finish undressing you now,” he whispered against her lips.
When she nodded, his fingers made fast work of the snap on her shorts. The zipper went even quicker. Two seconds later, her shorts along with her panties lay in a mound of material at her feet.
He lifted her away from her clothes, and then pulled her tight against him until they touched everywhere. Breast to chest. Thigh to thigh. But most importantly,skin to skin.
It was the most amazing, most fantastically carnal thing ever. Where he was hard and hot, she was soft and warm. And she fitted against him so perfectly. It was almost like she’d been made for this. Made for tucking in tight against him.
Made forhim.
The temptation of her skin was too much. When he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts along the way and feeling goose bumps rise to the surface everywhere his fingertips touched, he realized his imagination hadn’t done her justice.
