I realize I’m acting like a fucking virgin right now, five seconds from coming in my goddamn pants because the girl I’ve been jerking it to for months is looking my way. I’d be embarrassed if I had the room in my psyche for it, but every single cell of my person right now is dedicated to worshiping this woman who has become everything to me.
I’ve been with more partners than I care to admit, mostly because none of them have made me feel what she does—like I do in this moment.
Worthy.
Full of potential.
Capable.
Who I’m supposed to be.
She stands from the edge of that chair, takes a few slow steps toward me, so fucking elegant, the way she moves. She comes to a stop in front of me, hands fiddling with one another. “What would it look like?” she asks softly, so fucking quiet I almost miss it.
“You falling apart for me?” I ask her.
She nods, and I won’t miss my opening.
“Let me show you.”
I’m scared if I pinch myself, this will disappear. So I take advantage of the moment before I can wake up from the best dream I’ve ever had. With a surge forward, I capture her lips in mine, one hand wrapping around the base of her skull to hold her as close as possible as I convey more than words could with my mouth.
This little breathy noise, something like a moan, escapes her when I part her lips with my tongue, spurring me on with an urgency I didn’t know I possessed.
I’ve spent a majority of the past eight years playing chill, laid back and relaxed when it came to getting girls. Letting them chase me, playing the cat and mouse game just enough to make them feel like I worked for it, like I earned their attention for the night, week, whatever it worked out to be.
Let me tell you, there isn’t a molecule inside of me that is anything but urgent, starved, and ready to ravish the woman in my hands right now. I make sure she knows it too, with the way my lips move, my tongue tangling with hers, exploring this mouth I’ll never get tired of.
My tongue plunges into her like I wish the rest of me was doing, my one hand still cradling her head while the other runs down her soft curves to find what else I can worship on her. When it earns something like a throaty whimper from her, I can’t help the smile that twitches one side of my mouth up. I pull back from her just enough to watch her face diffuse with longing as my fingers trace the outline of her hourglass shape, lingering on the dip of her waist, the curve of her thick hips and that ass that’s driven me crazy since my first glimpse at it.
Her eyes flutter shut, her cheeks pinking, and it’s my turn to growl as my dick hardens at the sight of her coming undone for me when I haven’t even fuckingstartedwith her yet.
As much as I can wish I hadn’t wasted my time with other partners before her, I’m feeling glad for that experience right now, if only because it adds a strong helping of surety to my skills where pleasing her is concerned. The way she’s melting under my tongue, the soft trail my fingers are making on her fully clothed body…there’s no way I won’t be making her see every star in existence once I get to do the things I have planned to her.
She’s moved into my lap, I don’t even know how or when, but I don’t stop paying her body the attention it deserves. My head lowers back down, lips skimming over the side of her mouth, across her jawline, teasing her with the contrast of soft kisses and gentle nips of my teeth as I go.
“Where did we leave off?” The playful words tickle her skin as I go, and she groans something unintelligible. My lips settle on that spot on her neck, not far from her ear, that makes her entire body shudder and her knees give out for a second, all of her weight wrapping down on me like my new favorite blanket. Her hands grapple with my shoulders, my neck, my upper back, anything she can grasp as I pay it some solid attention for a few seconds, then I pull back to meet her eyes again with a self-satisfied smirk on my face.
The way her chest is rising and falling with her rapid breaths is drawing even more of my attention than usual to those gorgeous tits and it’s taking every bit of self-restraint I’ve honed through having to become an adult five years early, forced to fend and provide for myself nearly a decade earlier than most, to keep myself from fixating solely on those curves of hers. When I finally get to dive into them, I’m not sure I’ll come up for air for five to seven business days.
I mean, I like pretty much all boobs, don’t get me wrong. I’ve yet to see a pair I didn’t love. But there’s something about her figure, the way she carries herself. Her shape makes my past hook-ups seem like girls playing dress-up in their mom’s closet or something. She’s just got these endless dips and curves, this soft elegance to her, paired with her own brand of experience and innocence that all blends together to create the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.
The need I have to get under her skin, see what it takes to make her throw that grace she carries like armor right out the door, it’s becoming an obsession.
Testing that limit right now seems like a damn fine idea, if you ask me.
That hand of mine that’s still around the back of her head, I pull it forward until it’s holding the side of her head instead, my thumb caressing her cheek as I swim in her burning gaze. Her breath catches, hitches in her throat, and my eyes drift there.
“You have to stop,” she pleads, her voice sounding breathier than usual.
“Stop what?” I murmur, my thumb sneaking out to press down on her lower lip. My eyes are riveted on how it responds, turning white under my touch, then springing back when I release it. I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of it, my need to play with the rest of her, keep experimenting with her body, making itself known.
Her eyes trail to my mouth at that sound, and I watch as her throat bobs in response. My own eyes slam shut at the visual, and I remind myself we’re taking this at whatever pace she dictates. Even if my dick is ready to cross that finish line, every line, right the fuck now.
She blinks, and those deep blues are on mine again.
“Looking at me like that,” she barely croaks out in a hoarse whisper.
“Like what?”
