I make her lie down on the bed. I touch her neck with my lips, slowly going down to her breasts.
I hear her breathing heavily. Through the lace, I touch her nipples with my tongue. Her moan goes straight to my pants.
“Baby...” I touch her skin with my nose, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her chest follows the rhythm of her fast breathing. I take the other nipple between my lips, licking it, and she arches her back.
“Dan...” she says, panting.
God, how beautiful she is. Hearing her panting for me is a dream come true.
My fingers brush her delicate skin from ankles to hips, touching the elastic of her thong. She trembles at my touch.
I place my lips on her belly, and her hands are in my hair. I feel her delicious scent calling me back.
I’m making a huge effort to not claim her. But I promised her that I wouldn’t cross that boundary, and I want our first time to stick in her mind, causing only sinful thoughts and not guilty ones.
I deposit little kisses over the tiny lace that covers the source of my most lustful thoughts. I inhale the inviting smell. Involuntarily, Hailey tries to close her legs. I smile, blowing on the fabric of the thong. She moans at the cold feeling. I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to top, pushing the lace over her. A sexy moan leaves her lips, and I do it again a couple of times. Her taste is divine, and I want more.
“Ahhh...Danny...Please...”
“What do you want, baby?” I ask her while continuing to lick her. She begins to move her hips.
“I want you...” she pants, looking at me.
I want you too, baby, but I can’t, I tell myself.
I open her legs more. The lace is dangerously attached to her clitoris, ready and so eager for attention that I will certainly not deny it. Her mood wets her thong even more.
Her labia are open. God, how much I’d like to sink into this wonder.
I’m so horny, it hurts.
I suck her clit. The friction between my lips and the lace makes her squirm uncontrollably.
With every moan, my mind darkens. I try to lick her, but the fabric shifts, and my tongue touches her soft and sweet lips. I taste the nectar of the gods. She shivers, and I do it again and again, tasting her juices and wanting more. She’s rocking her hips, and I know what she wants.
I stop abruptly. Fuck no, I can’t. It’s like I got burned.
“Danny, please…I want you,” she gasps, out of breath.
I get up and put her on my lap. I’m wearing only my boxers, and the effect she has on me is more than evident.
She straddles me and kisses me, a kiss full of desire and passion as she moves back and forth on my erection.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” I whisper. I hold her tightly as I look into her eyes. Our gazes are chained like our souls. She’s slowing down the movements, and I thank her mentally. I’m about to explode.
I kiss her with all my soul, with all myself. I’m hers, and she knows it. A few movements are enough, and when I feel more and more hot liquid on my boxers, I can no longer restrain myself.
I don’t know if it’s the forbidden or the immense love I feel for her that has made this moment so intense. I drag her onto the bed, rocking her.
After half an hour, her eyes close, and I go back to my room. I need a shower, a cold one.
I go to bed, but in my head, I still have images of Hailey moaning and eager—my woman, my love.
I hear the bedroom door open and close my eyes.
Hailey sneaks in so as not to make any noise. She covers me with a blanket.
