She looks up and gives me a smile that’s a little wobbly. “Okay,” she says, and then looks at my hand on her leg that’s now caressing the smooth skin of her calf.
The air between us sparks with tension, and I move my hand further up her leg. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper.
She puts her hand on top of mine, but doesn’t stop its upward path. “I can’t,” she says on a breath. “I should. But I can’t.” Her voice is hoarse.
I swallow loudly as my fingers trace the hem of her t-shirt where it meets her thigh. Her skin is warm, soft, and I feel her shiver under my touch.
This is dangerous. I need to stop and tell her good night and then go back to my room.
But her eyes are darkening, pupils dilating, and I can see the way her nipples pebble against the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Julian," she whispers, her hand guiding my fingers higher toward her hot pussy. "We shouldn’t... but I want you."
Those words undo me. I lean in, capturing her mouth in a gentle kiss. It takes everything I have to hold back and not grab her and throw her down on the bed.
Her lips part for me, sweet and yielding, and I taste mint from her toothpaste. My tongue slides against hers, slow and exploratory. I want to savor her this time, make it last, even though every instinct screams to claim her hard and fast.
She moans into my mouth, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. I shift onto the bed fully, kneeling between her legs as I deepen the kiss. My hands slide under her t-shirt, palms flat against her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breath. She's so responsive, arching into my touch like she was made for it.
"Iris," I murmur against her lips, my voice gravelly with restraint. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Then show me," she breathes, her hands roaming down my back, nails lightly scraping my skin.
I pull back just enough to look at her, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from our kiss. She's beautiful, utterly captivating, and the thought hits me again. I'm poison for her, and yet I can’t stop.
Gently, I lift the hem of her t-shirt, exposing more of her creamy skin. She raises her arms, letting me peel it off over her head. Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, nipples hard peaks begging for attention.
I cup one in my hand, thumb circling the sensitive bud, and she gasps, her head falling back against the pillows.
" Julian," she moans.
I lower my mouth to her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking it gently between my lips. She’s so sweet, her body trembling under me.
My free hand trails down her side, hooking into the waistband of her knickers. I tug them down slowly, inch by inch, revealing the soft curls between her thighs. She's already wet. I can smell her arousal, all woman and intoxicating.
"You're soaked for me, love," I whisper, desire thickening my voice. "Always so ready."
She whimpers as I slide her knickers off completely, tossing them aside. Now she's bare before me and her legs part as I push on her knees.
I stop briefly to pull off my trousers and then settle between her legs. My cock strains against the boxer briefs I’m still wearing.
I kiss her inner thigh, nipping lightly, then soothe it with my tongue. Higher, closer to her center, where her cunt glistens with need.
"Julian, please..." Her voice is a plea, her hips lifting toward me.
I shouldn't indulge her so quickly, but tonight, I want to give her everything.
My fingers part her folds, exposing her clit, and I lean in, tongue flat as I lick a slow path up her slit. She tastes divine, salty-sweet, and I groan against her, the vibration making her buck.
"Oh fuck," she hisses, her American accent making the curse sound even dirtier.
I lap at her gently, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, then sucking it softly. My hands hold her thighs apart, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.
She's writhing now, one hand fisting the sheets, the other in my hair, guiding me. But I'm in control, even when gentle, I dominate and decide the pace, drawing out her pleasure.
"You're mine tonight," I murmur between licks. "All mine."
"Yes," she pants. "Yours."
