My heart is pounding hard in my chest. He’s so desperate and needy for me, and I’m just as eager.
“Are you having trouble keeping your hands where they are?”
“You know I am,” he says roughly.
I decide I want them on me.Now.I look down at his arms. “Then don’t.”
Chapter
Seven
He reacts instantly,reaching up under my dress to my waist and pulling me tight up against him. He angles his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply. I feel my nerves light up and my core start to burn as my body responds to his. Our tongues are exploring, flicking in and out, tasting and teasing each other. I rub and squeeze the flexing muscles of his biceps and shoulders, pulling and drawing him even closer. I run my hands through his hair, which is just as soft and silky as it looks.
His hands are all over me, running up and down my back and then holding the nape of my neck and tangling in my hair. He turns us and presses me down onto the sofa so that I’m lying on my back. An ache has started down low, between my thighs, and I wrap my legs around him so that our hips can align more closely. He grinds his erection against me, and I groan at the heavenly friction.
Again, I notice that the noises I make cause a reaction in him as his back muscles flex, and he breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes and then reach for the buttons on the front of my sundress. I stop him, locking onto his gaze, and say, my breaths shallow, “Tell me what you like. Tell me you like the sounds I make.”
“I-I like it,” he says, blinking through the fog of lust.
I chuckle. It’s a start.
He leans in to kiss my neck, and I throw my head back to allow him access. On a sigh, I say, “You make me feel so good, baby. I love feeling your hands on me. I want you to make me moan.”
A shudder runs through him, and I realize I’ve hit on his love language. Dirty talk. I just need to get him talking to me now.
He returns to my dress, pulling open the buttons and then cupping my breasts through my lacy bra, dipping his nose between them and licking up my sternum. I arch my back, biting my lip, as my sex aches even more, starting to throb.
I put my hands on his cheeks and raise his head, capturing his eyes. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
His breaths are heavy. “I-I want to suck these gorgeous nipples.”
I whimper in anticipation, nodding and panting.
“I want to taste every inch of you. I want to feel you—be inside you.” His voice is rough and shaking, like he’s barely hanging on to his control.
It drives me wild, seeing him so unhinged.
I push him up and reach down to pull my dress off over my head and toss it to the floor. He stares at my body, now covered by only my panties and bra. I know he’s seen me in a bikini, but I can’t help it. Self-consciousness creeps in from this intimate exposure, and the realization that I’m over twenty years older than him comes crashing down on me. I cross my arms over myself awkwardly and turn my head to the side.
“No.” He frowns and shakes his head sharply. “Don’t you hide that beautiful body. You’re gorgeous, Chelsea. Believe it.”
I move my arms aside slowly and tentatively meet his burning gaze. His eyes are ravenous, and he falls on me, pulling one breast free from the cup of my bra and taking my nipplein his mouth. He’s just rough enough, sucking and nipping and making shock waves of pleasure spill across my body.
I reach back and hurriedly unhook my bra, shimmying out of it too. My breasts are on full display now, and he extends the worship to my other nipple, still squeezing and massaging the first, which has me writhing and moaning underneath him.
“Your tits are incredible, Chelsea. Holy shit,” he murmurs into my chest.
He bites down on one nipple as he pinches and rolls the other with his fingers, and I inhale sharply at the mixture of pleasure and pain. My body is lighting up and screaming for more, more, more. I need to feel him.
My hands drop to grip his erection through his shorts. I undo the button of his shorts and tug at the zipper. It won’t go down at this angle, and I huff in frustration. He pulls back, and I order him to take them off, pointing at his crotch. He stands, unzips, and lets them drop. His boxers are tented, and my eyes widen as he pulls them down too. His proud cock springs free. It’s large, beautiful, and throbbing with a need to match my own.
This is really happening.
I stare at him for just a beat and then reach out, desperate to put my hands on his flesh.
He returns to his place over me on the couch, kissing my mouth and squeezing one of my breasts as his other hand presses down on my hip. I grasp his cock, running my hands up and down as I kiss him back eagerly. He tenses then lets out a deep groan of pleasure at my touch.
“Your hands feel amazing, oh my God,” he says, closing his eyes.
