“I can wait,” I choked out. “Don’t rush because you think you have to.”
“I’m not.” She got a determined look on her face before taking the tank top off. She wore a little lacy thing underneath that made my mouth water. “Unless you…you don’t want to.”
I could only stare at her perfect small breasts underneath the bright blue lace. Her nipples were covered, but the small curves she had showed through, and I looked her in the eye before making another move. “Tell me what you want. You are in control.”
“Uh. Wow. Okay. I thought…you’d, like…take charge.” She swallowed and started blinking a lot. “This is stupid.” She tried getting off me and I felt like an ass.
“Hey,hey, where you going?”
“Water.”
“Sarah,” I said, not letting go of her hand. “I’m confused here. I’m into you. Really fucking into you. Letting you take control…that was supposed to beforyou.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.Oh.” I smiled, hoping it would ease the tension around her eyes, and it worked. She relaxed into me and heat entered her blue eyes again. “Second base, huh?”
“Uh, don’t say it out loud.” She made a face of disgust and shook her head. “The moment is gone now.”
“Is it, though?” I teased, damn well referencing my erection that really stood out with my loose shorts. “I am perfectly content kissing you, Blue. Just kissing.”
She licked her lips and tried moving again, and this time I let her. “I made you dessert. I figured you’d be back this weekend, and when I heard your door open, I was bringing these to you to explain everything.”
“What are they?”
“Red velvet cupcakes.” She removed the foil from the plate and held one out to me. “Here, try a bite.”
Instead of grabbing it from her hand, I took a bite like she was feeding me. Flavor and warmth burst into my mouth and I groaned for a very different reason from before. “Delicious, goddamn.”
Her face warmed, but then her eyes got wide and she cussed. “My shirt!”
“Leave it off.” I snuck another bite of the cupcake and a little frosting got onto her wrist. Without thinking, I brought her arm up to my mouth and licked it off, swirling my tongue along her soft skin. “Mm.”
She closed her eyes when I did it again and repositioned us so she lay against the back cushion and I sat on the footrest, completely between her legs. I trailed kisses up her arm, over her shoulder and collarbone and bit down on her neck. “Your skin is so soft,” I mumbled over her ear. “Does this feel good?”
“Y-yes.”
“What about if I do this?” I asked, trailing my fingers over her bare stomach and ribcage. She bucked underneath my touch and I chuckled. “You like it.”
“Mm-hm.”
“And this?” I asked, wanting to make it very clear that she could stop me at any moment. I brought my fingers up her middle, tickling just beneath her breasts and gently sliding my finger over her pebbled nipple. It was tight and small against the palm of my hand, and I copied the movement on the other breast. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Wow, just…good.”
“Good? That won’t do.” I used both hands now, grazing her breasts and circling each nipple at a slow pace. She squirmed beneath me and her loud breathing got heavier the longer I went. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, please,” she moaned, reaching toward a pillow with her right hand and fisting it. “I didn’t realize how much I like— Oh!” She gasped when I slid my fingers underneath her lace bra and had both bare breasts in my hands. They were small, but it didn’t make her any less sexy.
If anything, each touch meant more for her, and I kneaded them, flicking her most sensitive area with my thumbs to the point her chest heaved. “What were you saying, Blue Bell?”
It was impressive how normal my voice sounded, when this was the horniest I had been in years. Fuckingyears.
“It feels so good. Wow.” She opened her eyes and the pleasure and want brimming in them was like a shot of adrenaline. “Can you…uh, do more?”
“Like this?” I pinched harder and she groaned, sounding very pleased. “Or did you mean with my mouth?”
“Uh-huh,” she responded, her voice coming out shy and small.
