I don’t know if it’s the drinks, but this is one of the first times I haven’t felt self-conscious about my body. When was the last time I was naked, with the lights on, and not under a blanket? The way Holland looks at me helps—his eyes are filled with such adoration that I don’t even second guess how I look right now.
He looks at me like I’m enough.
His tongue lightly grazes my bottom lip before he playfully bites it. I moan and I can feel his lips turn up into a smile.
This is better than I imagined.
I take my hands and softly press them into the ridges of his chest and abdomen. I lightly drag my fingers over the muscles, which are a pleasant surprise. Yeah, I knew he was fit, but I didn’t know he wasfit. Like, count-the-abs fit.
Holland must be ticklish because he flexes as I touch his sides with the tips of my fingers. He moves his arm just a bit and I see a tattoo on the inside of his bicep. It’s a single letter: H. I didn’t guess Holland was the tattoo type. My fingers brush it. Holland dips down to kiss my neck.
“Your own initial?” I laugh. “Someone thinks highly of themselves.” I playfully point at his chest.
“Not my initial. My sister’s.”
He doesn’t elaborate.
“It’s a sad story. For another day,” he says, clearly trying to change the subject. His body tenses with his response.
I don’t ask any more questions.
Instead, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts into his chest. He moans and the vibrations press into my skin. His length is against me, the cloth of his briefs, the only thing separating us.
I wish I was sober.
His skin on mine is perfect. More. All I can think ismore.
He wraps his hands around my low back, his fingers touching the top of my ass. Those arms wrapped around me are the highlight of my day.
“Kiss me,” I practically plead.
“Where do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, teasing.
Slowly, I press my fingers lightly on the side of my neck. I drag them down as Holland leans in and plants soft kisses where my fingers were a second ago.
My fingers dance along my collarbone. Each time his lips touch my skin, my center throbs with want. My body inches closer, bringing my body to his lips.
I swipe my lower lip with the tip of my finger. He was ready for that because his lips are on mine before I’m able to take my finger off. He opens his mouth and I welcome his tongue. I sink into him. Into this kiss. This moment.
It’s like he’s kissing away any remnant of anyone else.
I pull away and delicately scratch a path on the top of my breasts. Holland grins up at me before using his lips, and tongue, along the same path. First, he teases me by barely touching me with his soft lips. And then he puts my nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly, and flicking with his tongue. My skin tingles anywhere we make contact. I throw my head back, fully enjoying this experience which causes me to push my hips closer to him. Ilet out a groan.
He picks his head up, done with that spot.
“So, you moan over more than just food?” Holland jokes.
I nod and flash him a smile.
I feel weightless. Holland’s strong body holds me up and my nerves help with the floating feeling.
Holland’s hands glide down my body. He starts at the sides of my breasts, and my breath hitches as he moves his hands down to my waist, my hips, and ass.
My hands slide down from the top of his shoulders to the band of his briefs. I break our kiss and slowly pull the band towards me.
“Fuck, Ivy.” His voice is low and deep. He puts his head back as I slowly take him in my hand. Nice and almost tortuously slow. On purpose.
I pull my lips into a wicked grin.
