I do as instructed, breathing harder than I should be as anticipation races through my blood. He takes off his boots and socks before releasing the button and zipper on his jeans. I’m sad, however, when he doesn’t remove those too. Instead, he climbs onto the bed, still wearing his jeans.
“Aren’t you going to take those off?” I ask as he positions his body between my spread legs, lying between them.
He looks up and shakes his head. “If I take them off, I’m liable to rush this, and I’m not going to do that.” He sets his sights at the wet satin between my legs. “You hold all the cards, Lizzie. You say stop, I stop.”
“While I understand and appreciate the sentiment, if you don’t hurry up, I might die.”
He chuckles, moving his fingers and lazily dragging them across my wet panties. “That seems a little extreme, Lizzie. Die of ecstasy, maybe,” he states with a little smirk.
“Well, that has yet to be proven.”
His eyes flare as my challenge is laid out. One I can already tell he accepts, and if he has anything to say about it, will succeed over and over again. Collin’s intensity is evident, and something tells me he’s not a quick hit it and quit it kind of guy. Not by a long shot. I have a feeling I’m in for quite a ride. “Reach up and grab the headboard.”
I look over my head, taking note of the wood slats of my headboard. When I hesitate, he removes his finger from my panties and demands, “Headboard. Now.”
The firmness laced with arousal has my body responding. My nipples are so hard they ache, and a fresh wave of wetness floods my core as I quickly wrap my hands around the slats and look down. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until he gently instructs me to breathe.
“Sorry,” I murmur, taking a few deep, calming breaths. Once I do, I feel his finger return to the apex of my legs.
Collin slides his thick index finger across my folds before gently slipping it beneath the satin. “I’ve been thinking about this. A lot. More than I should admit.”
“Me too,” I reply, his touch fueling the flames.
“What have you been thinking about?”
“You want a detailed list?” I tease.
“That would be great, thanks,” he says, lazily dragging his finger through my wetness and creating even more.
I lift my head and meet his gaze, instantly realizing he’s not joking. He’s waiting on me to list out all the things I’ve been daydreaming about him doing to me. “Well, let’s see. Since we’ve already stripped—well, mostly—I suppose I can skip that. I thought about your mouth between my legs.”
“What is my mouth doing?”
My heart is hammering a million beats per second as I close my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. Just the simplest touch feels so fucking good, so fucking right.
His finger stops moving. “Tell me, Lizzie.”
I open my eyes, trying to figure out what it was I am supposed to be telling him. Then it hits me, and I feel my cheeks flush even warmer. “Licking me.”
“Like this?” He bends down and slides his tongue from the bottom of my clit to the top.
“Umm, yeah, just like that,” I reply through a gasp. Reaching down, I thread my fingers into his hair, causing him to stop.
“Hands on the headboard.”
I immediately do as instructed, even though I’d much rather be touching him.
I feel his warm breath against my core as he whispers, “Good girl. Now hang on tight.”
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
Collin
Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I have to grasp at every ounce of control I possess so I don’t just say screw this and take her hard and fast. But that’s not how I want our first time together to go. She’s not just some quick fuck to scratch an itch.
She’s…more.
