God, she’s soft. Small, but strong, and so sweet. Her tits are perfect. They’re not big but they’re perfect for her, and perfect for me, filling my palms with firm flesh. “Beautiful. Your nipples… they’re… pornographic.”
She huffs a laugh. “Um…”
She pulls her arms free of the bra straps and cradles my face as we kiss more. I find the fastener at the back and pop it open. I kiss her more as I fondle her tits again then fist her hair, enjoying her tiny gasp against my lips as I move her head back so I can lick her throat.
“Let’s get this off you.” I lift her off me and set her on her knees so I can remove her skirt. It’s stretchy so it comes off easily, and I feast my eyes on her panties, also sheer white with a high waistband and sexy lace panels on the sides. “Love this.” I trace my fingers over the edge. The skin of her stomach puckers into goose bumps.
I pull her back onto my lap, this time facing away from me, my violent hard-on pressed to her sweet ass. I take in the tattoo that starts at the nape of her neck and winds down her spine. I move her hair so I can get a better look. It’s music. The treble clef is on her neck and then tiny music notes trail from there down to her shoulder blade in curving shape. “This is pretty.” I press my lips to the ink, then wrap my arms around her and cup her tits, bending my head to kiss her shoulder.
Her head falls back on me and she lets out a string of filthy, needy sounds.
Slowly, so gently, I slide my hand up to her throat, curving around it, her head still back. I breathe in that enticing scent of her hair and move my mouth to her other shoulder to suck on her silky flesh then lave it with my tongue.
My other hand drops to her stomach, then skims lower into her panties, wet from her orgasm. My shaking fingertips brush over bare skin, so soft and warm.
She lets out a low moan. “Oh, yes…” She caresses my arm, stroking over it up to the hand at her throat, seeming into it.
My other thumb rubs over her nipples. I grip her hair again to turn her head so I can find her mouth and we kiss again, long, wet, devouring, then she pulls away, turns and sits back on the bed, hands behind her. She meets my eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I say in a low voice, still not sure if this is actually happening or I’m dreaming.
“Thank you.” Her lips curve sweetly.
I go onto my knees, my sweatpants tented by my erection. She studies it then reaches for the waistband of my pants and eases them down, taking her sweet time. Electricity licks over my body.
My cock springs up and her breath hitches. I help her get the sweats off me, tossing them aside and returning to my knees in front of her to kiss her mouth again, then kiss my way down to those erotic nipples. “God, I need to taste these nipples.”
Sweet. Perfect. I tug one into my mouth and suck, my thumb flicking the other one. She’s leaning back on her arms, gasping, gulping, but then she straightens and reaches for my cock.
“Jesus.”
We kiss again as she curls her fingers around my shaft and tugs, and the engorged head of my cock throbs. My hands move all over her.
“I need to be inside you. I need to make you come.” I lower her to the bed and move over her. Her leg comes up to my hip, her heel rubbing over my thigh, and her hand fondles my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“God, I love your ass,” she says, then smacks it. A jolt of sensation goes straight to my balls.
“I think I love yours, too.” I pull her leg higher so I can slide my hand down to cup one ass cheek. “Oh, yeah. Fucking perfect.”
We make out for a while like this, me on top, my dick desperate for her. I want to make sure she’s ready, that it’s good for her, and I shift so I can coast my hand down to her pussy. Inside her panties. “Oh, yeah. So wet.”
“I know. I’m aching. I need you inside me.”
Condom.
I pause, gritting my teeth. I have to have one. But where? “Hold on,” I grit out, rolling away. I stride into the bathroom, gripping my throbbing dick, and find a few packages in my toiletry bag. Thank fuck.
She smiles at me when I return, climbing over her, tossing a couple of condoms to the bedside table and opening another.
“Thank you,” she says, watching me.
I hold her gaze. “I want you to feel safe with me.”
“I do feel safe with you, Marek.”
My chest clenches.
I lift her hips to pull off her panties. Christ, I want to taste her. I want to do everything for her. I’ll do that later.
