Shaking her head, she gasps when I clamp my hands on her hips to still her body. I can’t think when she’s moving. “I’ve never even… kissed someone.”
Jesus. I’m here thinking about flattening her against the couch, shoving her thighs apart, and stuffing my way inside her to release this pent-up frustration, and this woman hasn’t evenkissed. What in the hell is wrong with me?
If she’s an angel, then I must be some lustful demon sent to tear up her innocence.
“We’ll start slow then.” Saying the words out loud for both of us to hear, my hands drag back up her body. She’s in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top that’s a promised tease. Fuck, even her nipples are poking through her bra.
If she’s feeling any doubt or confusion, her body is happy to do all the telling itself of her arousal.
I don’t know what she could see in me to get her in this state, but I’m not in my right mind to question it. Not when all I can think about is getting my hands on her.
Telling myself to go slow over and over again, testing what kind of restraint I have, I struggle to decide where I want to touch her first.
Cupping her chin, I carefully bring her to my mouth. A simple brush is enough to stir my body awake. It’s almost laughable how little it takes to make my dick hard the way it is. Doesn’t help that she did all that rubbing up on me earlier, either.
But this… this is different.
Our lips meet, and for a heartbeat, she’s utterly still. Frozen, like she’s unsure of what to do next. I help her along the way, gliding my tongue along the seam of where her lips meet, silently asking for permission inside.
She answers with a gasp, a small, yielding sound that shoots straight downward. Taking advantage, I slip inside and get welcomed to a warm cavern of heat.
Our tongues slide together, and the shy, frozen girl melts into liquid fire. A shudder works through her, and her body, which had been tense against mine, begins to move again. Her hips shift, aiming.
She feels it then. She has to. The rigid line of my erection pressed against the front of these shorts. The fabric is too thinnotto notice.
Slotting herself against me just right, the way she grinds against my body is so perfect, it makes me question how innocent she truly is.
She sighs into the kiss, the sound broken against my teeth, her breath sweet and frantic. Her hands flatten against my chest, and her touch burns, searing into my skin. Makes me wish I had put on a shirt to give her something to cling to.
“Cyrus,” she breathes against my mouth, the word more air than sound. “Please… I need…” Struggling to find the right word, she arches to display just how wound up she is. “Touch me,please.”
The soft, begging whisper is my undoing. There’s no way in hell I could turn down her request. I’m too weak of a man.
Dragging my hands down her front, I tease the neckline of her tanktop. Watching her carefully, waiting for even a hint of hesitance or fear on her expression, I hook my fingers when there isn’t even an ounce of question on her face.
Behind those brown orbs is nothing but liquid heat. She even teases me with a small smile like she’s eager to get a little relief sent her way.
Pulling down to free her breasts, her bra folds in on itself, letting both mounds escape their prison.
“Fuck…” Muttering the curse, I drink in those rosey red nipples. Both are twisted tight, demanding attention.
When she catches me staring for too long, she grabs one of my hands and presses my palm to one. Shivering when I squeeze, she squeaks when I lean forward and kiss the spot right between both.
“Hold on. I don’t want you falling.” Just as every other order has gone, she’s obedient. Wrapping her arms around my neck, her body bows as I pinch that same nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Needing to get my tongue on her, I bring the other to my mouth.
Lifting my gaze, I find her watching. Hardly blinking, her flush spreads from her cheeks to her ears.
“Your teeth—” Starting to show a hint of worry, she moans as I mark her. Leaving the first spot of many, I can’t help but want to give her something to look at once we’re done.
I want her to think about me long after we’re done.
Letting me worship her chest, her squirming continues. Breathing in deep, past the fruity scent that clings to her, I can smell her arousal. Like salt and perfection.
“If I could bust my ass every day and finish with you perched on my lap like this…” Licking her throat, I feel her swallow against my tongue. “I’d finish early just so it could last longer.”
“Every day?” Breathless, she tries to wrap her head around the concept. Her smile gives away how much the thought pleases her. “You wouldn’t get bored or tired?”
“Never.” I don’t have to think twice about it. Not with this view. My instant answer earns me an amused laugh that dissipates as my hands finally make it to where she needs my touch the most.
