IknewIhada long way to go in gaining Naomi’s trust. But, she didn’t make me feel self-conscious of that, which I loved about her. There were no double-meaning remarks about our friendship online. During our date, she never once made me feel like I needed to be someone else. The pressure in my spine even dulled for a bit when I got to completely relax in her presence.
Naomi hadn’t lied when she said she wanted to be withmy versionof who I wanted to be. The acceptance came so easily for her, yet still felt revolutionary. It took every bone in my body to hold back from touching her constantly. I longed for her to know how I felt about her. The only way I knew to show it was physical.
We went to get food after the aquarium. She taught me how to mix three different sauces that took greasy cheese sticks to a whole new level. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her the entire time. Any second I got the opportunity, I stole kisses. What she said the night of my confession stuck with me. Time wasted was a horrible loss. I didn’t plan on making the same mistake twice.
Naomi dropped off her friend’s car at the end of the night. I drove her home and walked her to her bedroom door like it was a proper first date. But, instead of saying goodnight, she welcomed me in.
The guys would be out for the next few hours at a hockey game in the next town over, saying they needed to scope out the competition. I think they wanted to give Naomi and me some space. I was grateful for their thoughtfulness.
She hurried around her room when I crossed the threshold. I watched in amusement as she tried to straighten up wayward clothes and scattered notebooks.
Naomi laughed shyly. “I’m the maid, but my room’s a mess.”
“You don’t have to worry about it,” I assured her while lingering near her desk. The old wooden desk held her laptop, a few sets of headphones, her rainbow keyboard, and a mic. I smiled thinking about her streaming in front of the screen. A part of me worried I’d never get to see her face-to-face, and now here I was. I was in her personal space. My stomach twisted a bit at the realization because, yes, I was here, but that also meant I could fuck this up. There was a huge chance I could ruin what we had.
I turned toward a still buzzing Naomi. She was stacking the books on her nightstand. When I got close enough to feel the heat of her body, she turned around.
Her shoulders relaxed when I cupped her cheek. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Everything okay?” She searched my eyes, already attuned to my mood swings.
“I’m kind of freaking out.” It felt like growth to admit something like that out loud. Especially to someone I wanted so badly. When she stepped closer, I sighed at the feel of her soft body pressed against me.
“Don’t freak out.” She brushed her nose against mine. “There’s nothing to freak out about.”
I made a noise of disagreement and kissed her. She let out a sweet moan against my mouth. The sound made my body buzz with desire. My cock stiffened, more than ready to fuck her until neither of us could think straight.
“Can I show you what I’ve been dreaming of since we met?” I asked.
“Since Chai and Mid met, or me and you?” Her eyes remained closed as she spoke. I kissed her eyelids and then moved to her nose, mouth, chin, and neck.
“Me and you,” I whispered against her perfect skin. She smelled like cinnamon, sweet enough for me to form an instant addiction. I’d fantasized about this moment so many times, but imagination couldn’t hold a candle to her flame.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I told her.
Naomi chewed her lip at my order. She lowered herself onto the white sheets. I kneeled in front of her. My hands wrapped around her waist, tugging her forward so that only half of her ass was on the bed. Her soft hips were like clouds underneath my touch. I did my best not to squeeze too hard. Sometimes, it felt like I didn’t know my strength. On the ice, that was a good thing. I could crash, shove, and knock into whomever. Here, I needed to be careful.
I could feel her heart beating as I trailed kisses down her chest. She arched toward me, fingers sinking into my hair. My teeth grazed her nipple over her dress. She let out a pleading whimper that made me leak pre-cum. Shit, I wanted everything from her. Every small sound and furrowed brow. I wanted to hear her scream and feel her scratching at my back as I drove into her. The plan was to make her come as much as physically possible hoping each orgasm was more mind-numbing than the last.
I pulled down her sleeves to expose her breasts. I hadn't realized she'd been braless until now. The sight of her bare breasts made my body ache. The groan that released from my throat sounded so animalistic I thought it might scare her. Naomi wrapped her legs around me in response, indicating there wasn’t any fear.
“I want to taste you,” I said in a low voice. “Here, first.” She shivered when I circled her brown nipples with the tip of my thumb. “Here.” I trailed my finger down her belly. “And of course, here. That work for you?” I asked as I grazed my hand between her thighs.
Naomi nodded quickly with excitement when my finger added a minuscule amount of pressure on her clit. I nearly lost it as I felt her soaked panties. She was drenched for me. I could smell the sweetness pooling in her pussy. My mouth watered to get a taste, but I needed to savor this. Who knew if she’d want me again? I was going to make every second count because it could be the last. If I could make Naomi come, I was going to make sure it lasted as long as possible and was too incredible for her to forget. I wanted her to crave me as much as I craved her. I wanted her to long only for me because I’d never get on my knees for anyone other than her. Only her. I’d worship only her.
When I took her nipple in between my lips, she tightened her legs around my waist. Her areolas were large compared to her small breasts. I licked every inch, trying to elicit a reaction from the nerves. As I tended to one breast with my mouth, I used my fingers to play with the other. She was very vocal, whispering ‘pleases’ and ‘thank you’s’ when I did what she asked. Naomi liked being treated with care. She didn’t want twists or pinches. She responded to the softer licks and the vibrations of my moans. I enjoyed every second of showering her breasts with the attention they deserved. They fit in my palm perfectly. I could completely cover one with a single hand.
“You’re good at that,” she praised as I sucked on her nipple. I looked up to meet her gaze. As our eyes connected, a heavy sigh fell from her lips. I flicked my tongue out, circling it around so she could get a better look at what I was doing. She bit her lip at the sight of me teasing her. If she liked that, then she’d love what I had in store for her.
Her dress slipped down her hips. I followed its lead, kissing my way down her stomach. She had stretch marks on her hips. I traced the marks with my tongue and playfully nipped at the softer parts of her body. I’ve never seen someone so fucking sexy. Naomi was small on the top and larger further down. I could spend a lifetime exploring her curves and angles and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Lift for me, gorgeous,” I instructed as I tried to remove the dress completely. Naomi pushed herself up, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She was in nothing but panties now. The pink cotton was ruined with wetness. I could feel my cock pulsing at the sight.
“Can I see you, too?” she asked.
I nodded. “You can have whatever you want.”
