“Slo…” I cup her cheek and caress it with my thumb, “… I haven’t had sex in eight years. I think I’m the one who’s going to disappoint you when I come after two seconds when I’m finally inside you.”
She giggles, and it makes my heart lighter.
“You could never disappoint me,” she vows, with her nails in my hair, stroking my scalp.
I groan and close my eyes, letting my forehead fall to hers. “See, this goes both ways. We can’t disappoint each other. We have our whole lives to practice if we’re bad.”
“You’re the worst.” She laughs.
Fuck, I love that sound.
“Just for you.”
Cupping her face with my hands, I kiss her deeply. She melts against me, and I can feel her heartbeat through her chest while she’s pressed against me. My heart is pounding, and it’s still an amazingly foreign feeling.
Peppering kisses along her neck. I smooth my hands up her silky skin, sliding them across to her shoulders to slip her bra straps off. She tilts her head to give me better access to her neck, allowing me to press soft kisses from behind her ear to her shoulder.
I collect her silky blonde hair in one hand and gently place it over her shoulder, slowly dragging my kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Placing my fingers on the clasp of her bra, I ask, “Can I?”
“Of course,” comes her breathy reply.
I flick it to release it, the lace sliding down and revealing her gorgeous tits. I quickly slip the straps from her arms and let the bra join the rest of our clothes on the floor.
Fuck me.
It takes every ounce of self-control to keep looking at her face.
She notices, stroking my cheek. “You’re allowed to stare, Casper.”
I snicker but take the opportunity to run my eyes slowly from her face down her slender neck to her irresistible tits. Sliding my hands around her ribs, I glide my thumbs along the underside of them, making her shudder.
I grow even harder, if that’s even possible, and my cock aches and strains, impatient to finally sink inside her.
She hums and squirms on my lap, prompting me to let my hand glide up in her hair while I kiss the birthmark on her cheek.
I can’t even count how many times I’ve done that since I finally could.
I know I share her with my brothers. I know she’sours.
But this, this small piece of her?
It’s mine.
Cupping her breasts in my hands, I drop my head, taking one nipple in my mouth. We both groan, and with a shuddering sigh, her hands move to the back of my head, holding me in place.
As if I would ever move if I could stay right the fuck here.
Moving across, I pay equal attention to her other nipple.
We don’t want anybody to get jealous here.
“Saylor,” Sloan pleads on a moan, and hearing my name from her lips like that blows my mind and almost has me blowing my load.
Fucking dream girl.
One of my hands wanders down to the waistband of her panties, but with her sitting on my lap, it makes it impossible to glide my hand where it desperately wants to be. So I grab her around the waist and lift her, turning us to lay her down on the bed.
I shed my boxers with a bit of help from her, my cock finally free and throbbing, before I let my finger glide up her beautiful, toned legs, dipping into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off her. Her pussy is already glistening, and I look up at the ceiling of the van, thanking the universe that this time around, I’m going to be able to touch her for real, sink into her warmth.
