She giggles.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, trying to stay in control.
She blushes. “No—nothing.”
I slide my hand over her right breast, my palm fitting her perfectly, and feel her nipple tighten beneath thelace. I drop my mouth back to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, kissing her slowly, deliberately.
“Can I take off your bra?” My lips hover at her neck as I speak.
“Yes,” she breathes through a soft moan.
Fuck. I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to control this. I move my hand behind her back and carefully unclasp her bra, taking my time. I’ve never gone this slow. Never made love like this before. Every other woman, I don’t linger. I take what I need and move on.
Her bra loosens, her breasts settling against her chest as she shifts her arms and lets it slip free, landing on the bed. I pick it up and toss it to the floor near her sweater. My right hand closes around her left breast, kneading it slowly. She moans, her thighs pressing together. With my left hand, I find her right nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
I take my time, kissing her neck, teasing her, letting my hands do the talking.
Her left hand slides to my sweatpants and traces my hard cock through the fabric. She sucks in a sharp breath the second she feels how hard I am, like she isn’t quite prepared for it. I’m straining against my pants so much it feels like the seams might give. She keeps moving her hand, slow but sure, until a groan slips out of me.
“Baby, you’re going to need to slow down if you want to do anything else,” I warn her.
She stills her hand for a second, then lets her fingers trace slowly up to my waistband.
“Can I pull your pants down?” she quietly asks.
“Please do,” I breathe against her lips, holding her gaze.
Without breaking eye contact, she grips my waistband and pushes my pants and boxers down enough for my cock to spring free. I groan at the brief release as she wraps her hand aroundme and starts moving, slow and steady, finding a rhythm that hits perfectly. Her skin is warm and soft, and it feels unreal having her touch me like this.
“Am I doing okay?” she asks, her voice innocent, but there’s something else there too. Like she wants to hear it from me.
I answer with a low groan.
“Damn it, baby, you’re going to make me come faster than I ever have before.”
She blushes and looks slightly down. “What if that’s what I want?” she asks, still stroking my cock, finding the perfect pace without even trying.
“Don’t worry,” I say with a smirk, hovering over her. “You’ll be taken care of shortly.”
I close my eyes as she keeps moving her hand, steady and relentless. The pressure builds fast, sharp, and overwhelming.
“I’m going to come. Don’t stop!”
She doesn’t. She goes faster, and it hits me hard, my release spilling over her hands and across my stomach. I drag in a breath, still shaking.
“You might want to wipe your hands off,” I say, voice rough. “And could you grab me a tissue?”
She turns to the side, grabs a few tissues, and hands one to me while she cleans her hands. When I’m done, she takes the tissue from me and tosses it away. Then she looks back over her shoulder, a slow, seductive smile on her lips.
“Are you going to take your shirt off? Or am I going to be the only one topless here?” she asks, a hint of bashfulness in her voice. The contrast hits me hard. Playful, but unsure. I smirk.
“What? Did I take it too far?” she asks.
“You’re not even close.” I sit up, pull my shirt over my head, and toss it to the floor. She doesn’t lie back down. She just sits there for a second.
Oh, shit. I don’t have a condom in here.
I stand, tug my pants back on. “I’ll be right back.”
