Before she could think too much about it, I turned her toward me. Eyes on her face, I gripped the bottom of her sweater and raised it, exposing the pale skin of her stomach. She lifted her arms, and I pulled it up and off. Her bra was blue and made out of some kind of smooth material. I cupped one of her breasts in my palm, feeling the weight, and felt her nipple harden beneath the pad of my thumb.
Ailee kicked off her shoes, and I did the same, then I grabbed the back of my shirt with one hand and pulled it over my head. I tossed it on the floor on top of hers. Without her shoes on, she barely came up to my shoulders.
Her eyes dropped to my chest, and I let her look. As much as I worked out for photo shoots, I still thought of myself as an average guy. But the way she was looking at me made me feel like I was one of those nude statues. A work of art to be admired.
Only with tats and a bigger dick.
She lifted her hand toward me, but paused midway, unsure.
“Go on,” I told her. “Touch me, Ailee.”
After a brief pause, she did, and I’d never felt anything fucking better. Her fingers were cold as they slid down the center of my chest, from my sternum to my stomach, then down to the waistband of my jeans. I let her explore, allowing her time to get more comfortable with my body.
Her tongue wet her bottom lip as her eyes followed the same trail, then dropped lower.
“Go ahead.” I could barely get the words out, and I swallowed hard when her hands reached for the fastening of my jeans.
Unlike the frantic fumbling at the casino, in the privacy of her home, she took her time, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the zipper down inch by slow inch.
Unable to wait anymore, I slid my hands inside my pants and pushed them down around my thighs until my cock was free, grabbing the condom out of my pocket as I did and throwing it on the bed. I’d never been so glad I’d thought to grab it. She wrapped her hand around me and squeezed, forcing a low moan from me, then dropped to her knees to finish what she’d started earlier.
This was not what I’d had in mind. But I made the mistake of looking down right as she took me in her mouth, and my knees nearly gave out at the combined sight and feel of Ailee giving me head. I slid my fingers into her hair and soaked it all in. The way the strands felt like silk as they cascaded over the backs of my hands. The wet heat of her mouth as she explored me. The sounds she made. The way her one hand gripped me near the base and the other held my hip, keeping me where I was so she could have her wicked way with me.
But mostly, the rush of desire in my blood and the sweet ache in my chest at this act of intimacy. I’d dreamed about it, fantasized about it, but none of it lived up to the reality of being here with this woman. A prisoner to her will.
My balls tightened. “Ailee.” Her name was a moan, torn from me by the suction of her mouth. Holy fuck. I didn’t want it to end this way. Ah, hell no. Not after I’d waited so long to be with her.
Gently, I pulled her away from me for the second time in one night. She looked up at me, and for a moment I couldn’t move from the sight of her. Her lips were wet and swollen, her eyes blazing with lust, her skin flushed. I clenched my jaw and counted to ten, trying to think of the biggest asshole I knew in school. Brussel sprouts. Anything but this woman—but Ailee—looking at me like I’d just taken her favorite toy away.
I pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. She was still wearing her bra and her jeans, and I quickly set about divesting her of the remainder of her clothes. When she was bare to me, I stepped back, shaking my head when she tried to follow me.
Perfect.
She was fucking goddamned perfect.
Not that she didn’t have what others would perceive as imperfections. She did. Her breasts were full, with areolas a few shades darker and rosier than her skin and tipped with dark pink nipples. They hung heavy, a little lower than younger girls. Her belly was slightly rounded, and yes, she had stretch marks and a long, horizontal scar from a surgery that left her a little saggy. Full hips curved around to highlight her pussy, then to thick thighs that gracefully tapered down to her ankles and feet. She had a body made for lovin’.
And I couldn’t wait to do just that.
I yanked my jeans off, never taking my eyes from her. She stood awkwardly, a blush creeping up her chest and neck. I wondered if she would do that when I made her come. And I intended to find out. There was no reason at all for her to be self-conscious. “You’re beautiful, Ailee,” I told her. “God, so fucking beautiful.”
Maybe it was the conviction in my voice. Maybe it was the hunger. Or the way I started to shake when I looked at her. But her blue eyes got wide and her shoulders went back. Now she stood before me, unashamed and full of confidence, and I’d never been so fucking turned on.
I took myself in my hand, trying to ease the ache there. Her eyes dropped down to watch, and her tongue shot out to wet her lips. I smiled at her, running my hand up and down my length as I stepped closer. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her quick and hard as I backed her up to the bed and laid her down.
She reached for me as I joined her, and for a brief second, I held myself above her, enjoying the anticipation. I felt the tips of her breasts brush my chest, then the soft curls between her thighs when she lifted her hips. I followed her back down, nestling between her legs.
Her soft curves cushioned my hardness perfectly. I actually got a little head rush when we came together. She was soft and warm, her body moving restlessly beneath me. I kissed her again as I pushed my hips forward, sliding my length against her until I felt wet, silky heat.
Ailee moaned, and her nails dug into my back.
I worked my way down her neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my lips. Down over her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. I hefted one in my hand, bringing her nipple to my mouth. As I ran my tongue over her, it grew harder still, and I couldn’t resist giving her a little nip with my teeth. She jumped a little, then groaned, grabbing my head and holding it where it was.
I moved to the other side and did the same thing, back and forth, until she was arching her back with her head back and her eyes closed. Then I started to move down, my palms sliding along her rib cage and hips. I kissed and tongued every line on her belly, dropping light kisses along the horizontal scar that ran from hip to hip.
Sitting back, I pushed her thighs apart. She gave the slightest resistance before giving in and opening to me, and I dropped onto my stomach between her legs. I ran my nose through the soft curls, smelling the earthy musk of her desire. An animalistic sound rumbled low in my throat, and I pushed her thighs wider, exposing her to my hungry eyes. She was plump and wet and ready.
I tasted her. Just the tip of my tongue to the smooth satin between her folds, tightening my hold on her.
