“Come on,” he said when he was stripped down to his boxer briefs. “Let me see you.”
I took a deep breath and climbed off the bed, doing my best not to focus on the bulge in his underwear. Yeah, I’d already seen his cock, but that didn’t make it any less impressive.
Slowly, I worked my leggings down, feeling thankful I’d shaved my legs. Once I’d kicked them off, I pulled my sweater over my head, revealing what was underneath.
I stood there in my black support bra and full-coverage cotton underwear, my soft body streaked with stretch marks, age spots, and cellulite. But I didn’t feel self-conscious, not with the way Alistair looked at me.
He gazed at me with complete and utter adoration as he palmed his cock. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, Pam Rollins?”
“Thank you.” I didn’t even refute it. I took the compliment becauseI felt it.
Alistair stepped closer. His fingers explored my body, the skin beneath pebbling in their wake. Carefully, he undid my bra, exposing the hardened tips of my nipples. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down as he lowered to his knees in front of me.
“Holy goddess,” he said, nuzzling the velvety tip of his nose against my soft stomach. “So sexy.”
He dragged his lips lower until I could feel the warmth of his breath over my pussy.
“I want to taste you, if that’s okay.” He tilted his head back to look up at me, checking in with me like he’d done all day. “But I understand if you don’t like—”
I cut him off before he could continue. “No. No. It isn’t that. It’s just that—I don’t have a lot of experience with someone going down on me.” Admitting it was slightly embarrassing, but if anyone would understand and withhold judgment, it was Alistair.
“Pam.” He gripped the back of my thighs, holding me tight. “You deserve pleasure. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are. Let me give you that.”
“Okay,” I said, rubbing the base of his ears as I nodded in confirmation.
“Lie down on the bed for me, sweetheart.” He placed a soft kiss on the bare skin of my pussy, easing some of my anxiety before he pulled away.
With a deep breath, I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs wide, baring myself to Alistair. Teasing the peak of my nipple with one hand, I slid the other over my stomach and into the slick heat of my pussy while I waited for him to join me.
Alistair’s soulful eyes tracked every slip, slide, and glide of my fingers. He was completely focused on me as he pulled down his boxer briefs, releasing his cock. “That’s it. Let me see that pretty pussy. Show me exactly what you like,” he said, his voice raspy and rough.
I circled my clit, applying rough pressure as he worked his cock with slow strokes. “Alistair,” I whined and threw my head back.
He was so confident. So sexy. And his tongue—I wanted to feel it.
The bed dipped as he joined me and settled his broad body between my legs, spreading me wider to accommodate his horns. Eyes locked with mine, Alistair grabbed my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
“Shit,” I gasped, forcing a laugh out of him.
I’d never seen something so—sexy.
“Did you like that, sweetheart? I’ve wanted to taste your pussy all fucking day.”
“It was hot.” The way my chest heaved with each word was evidence of that.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, the cool kiss of his nose ring tickling my inner thighs.
“Gods yes.” The words had barely left my lips when I felt the first swipe of his tongue along my center.
It felt so fucking good. Warm and wet and coarse, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Even my toys paled in comparison.
Alistair swirled his tongue in slow circles around my clit, getting close but never touching it, edging me with languid licks until I bucked my hips in frustration. I was so used to pleasuring myself that I was having trouble letting go.
He let out an amused laugh and wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs, giving him better control. “Patience, babe. Relax and enjoy it.”
With another teasing swipe of his tongue, he finally reached my clit, dragging the wide pad over it again and again. Somehow, Alistair knew just how I liked it, applying heavy pressure instead of a tickling caress.
