“The fact I’m in here with you.” I slammed my eyes shut again, hating how I could ruin the moment. I needed to relish every second I got with him. Teenage me would never forgive current me for not going through with whatever this was with Will Slate. “Naked.”
“You’re not naked. Not yet. We’re here to practice that. So, would you like me to take off these tiny ass shorts, or would you like to?” he asked in a casual way, like he was talking about the weather.
“Uh, you?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He grinned and finally brought his hands to my waistband, dipping a finger in on each side and gliding them down my thighs. He hooked his finger in my panties too, taking them with, and he lifted one leg with ease, then the other to remove all of my clothing. “I want to devour you.”
“Wh-what?” I could not have heard that right. Devour me. No man had said those words to me before, ever.
“I want to taste every single part of your body. Look at you,” he said, his voice warm and coaxing, making me forget why this was a terrible idea. “How do you feel? Comfortable knowing I can see all of you?”
“It’s turning me on, actually.” There, I admitted it. My face burned red. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. I wanted his large hands to dig into my skin, and I wanted to see his face as he touched me. Would he like it? Would he squirm with need too?
“Ah,” he said, smirking as he licked his lips. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“I think so.”
“Okay.” He brought up one hand, tracing the outline of my nipple before pinching the tip like he did at the club. I let out a whimper, and he used the other hand to do the same. My head fell back when he squeezed both breasts, and I had to grip his shoulders to prevent myself from falling. “Your tits are magnificent. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like for years, Lex. Years.”
“Wait, really?” I blinked down at him, seeing him twist my nipples with his strong fingers. Desire shot through me like a lightning bolt, and I fell toward him. He caught me, using his strong arms to hold me against him. He didn’t make me feel large or too heavy, despite my size. He cradled me as I sat naked on his lap. A brief memory of Ashton telling me I was too heavy to sit on him flashed in my mind, but Will pressed a kiss on my jaw, making me forget all about that asshole.
“I’d like to know how you taste too,” he said. He wiggled his brows before pressing a hand into my back, making me arch my chest toward him. The movement caused my tits to go right to his face, and he took the tip of my nipple into his mouth and sucked it, hard.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair as he teased and flicked and sucked the sensitive area like he was in no hurry. My nerves were on high alert, sending ripples of ecstasy through me with each brush of his tongue. Something hot and dangerous started swirling around my spine, and I pushed back, embarrassed at the urgency I felt toward him. It made sense though. I’d thought about this moment happening for ten years.
His eyes clouded as he looked at me, confusion and worry making the blue even more prominent. “What’s going on in your head?”
“I’m not sure,” I panted, aware that he just had on shorts and I wore nothing. “Uh, well…I’m naked.”
“Yes, I’m enjoying it.” He traced his fingers up and down my back, ass, thighs, all while holding eye contact. “Come here, lay down with me.”
“But you’re kinda dressed,” I said, stating the obvious. I wished I could shut off my ability to talk. Preventing my mouth from speaking before my brain gave permission would provide fewer embarrassing moments, that was for sure.
“Ah, that’s why you’re skittish.” He reached down and pulled off his shorts, leaving him in his black boxers that were tight against his very hard dick. The movement showcased his chiseled muscles that I drooled over at the beach. The hard lines and angles only amplified the difference between us, and I wanted to cover all the soft parts of myself. “Whoa, your face changed. Lexi, come on. I need you to talk me through this because you’re too important to cross any lines.”
God, he was always so considerate. Even now, he was worried about me.
“Thinking about how in shape you are and how I’m the opposite of that makes me uneasy,” I said, looking at the comforter instead of his eyes. Embarrassment had my entire body burning with shame. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. We lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes in silence before he pushed himself up onto his side and rested his head on his hand.
“We’ll go slow to make sure you understand how much I want this and for you to get comfortable. Tonight will be the first of many.”
“What do you mean?”
He traced my breasts again, the light touch making my breathing uneven. At some point, he moved so his body was on top of mine and his face was buried in my cleavage.
“God, this is a dream,” he mumbled before spending ten minutes kissing and sucking every part of my chest.
I couldn’t recall a single moment in my life where I was more turned on, and I squirmed from the desperate need for release. “Will, I…I…”
“Do you agree? We go slow?” He lifted his head and waited.
“Yes.” I nodded, arching my hips up for something to happen, but the motion made him chuckle. “Are you going to touch methere?” I asked.
“No. Tonight is about these magnificent tits. I won’t touch you anymore. You want to feel comfortable, so we start slow. You’re going to getyourselfoff.”
Disappointment set in hard and fast, almost making me cry. Did he not want me? Did he regret this? Was my body too much for him?
Ashton used to turn me away and blame me for his lack of arousal all the time. My stomach tightened.How could I be so stupid?“Right. I’ll go then.”
