She must have seen the refusal in my eyes because she said, “You said you and Allegra were just fucking. Is that what you want with me? Is that the problem?—”
“No.” I felt the features of my face tighten in insult. I was hurt by the accusation, but I knew she was just trying to understand my resistance, not comprehending my position in the matter, how delicate it was. “The opposite.”
The hurt in her features wilted like the wet petals of a flower. “I still want you to stay.” A slow confidence crept into her stare, a surge of bravery that emerged when she wanted something with all her heart. Her eyes dropped to my chest, and she raised her hand before placing it over my heart. Her touch was light at first before she flattened her palm and applied pressure to feel my heart beat. She stared as the vibrations quickened against her palm, feeling the way she made my heart race. Her stare remained for nearly a minute before her eyes came back to me.
My resistance waned, and I slid my hand deep into her soft hair and crushed my mouth to hers, listening to her gasp right before I took her breath. I squeezed her to me as my lips worshipped hers, as I felt our mouths move together like they’d known each other from years of acquaintance.
She was quick to touch me, her arm circling my neck, her fingers deep in my hair. She was on her tiptoes to kiss me, her firm tits against my chest. She was the one to give me tongue first, hersoft lips feeling mine after mine felt hers. She moaned quietly into my mouth as if a storm of pleasure already rushed through her.
I gripped her tight ass through her trousers. I gently bit her bottom lip with my teeth before I let her go. I reached behind my shoulders and yanked my shirt forward over my head and let it fall to the floor.
She hesitated as she stared at me, eyes taking me in with slightly parted lips, her breaths slowly elevating the longer she stared, like she’d never seen a man with his shirt off. She moved her hand to my chest, but instead of landing over my heart, she touched the center then slowly ran her fingers down, over my sternum, over the muscles of my stomach and the segments between, all the way down to the line of hair that disappeared beneath my trousers.
I guided her back to the bed then pulled her boots off before I kicked off my own. I reached for her trousers and unbuttoned them, watching her reaction to my touch, seeing if she showed any sign of hesitation.
I let the pants fall to her ankles and saw her standing in her underwear, thin gray cloth that stopped below her belly button. I moved my hand to her ass again, and I squeezed it as I kissed her once more.
She cupped my cheek, and she kissed me harder than before. She hooked her arm under my shoulder and dug her nails into the muscles of my back. She explored my body with her touch, mapped it out with her fingertips. A little moan escaped her lips again, like this wasn’t going fast enough.
I removed my pants, standing in the black shorts that I wore underneath my clothing.
She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at me as I stood beside the bed, studying the appearance of my body without clothing, her gaze mesmerized by the sight.
My knees hit the bed, and I joined her on the sheets, holding myself over her as I kissed her again, her kiss hungrier than it’d been a moment before. She circled my hips and squeezed my body as she gripped my arms, as her thumbs pressed into the segments between the muscles underneath my skin.
I moved my kiss to her neck and heard her gasp, her fingers digging into my hair, her nails clawing at my back like I’d done something more intimate. I pushed up her shirt to expose her tight stomach, and I pressed kisses there, feeling her squirm and writhe like she was on the verge of a climax when I hadn’t touched her where she needed to be touched.
She was the one who pulled her shirt over her head. She revealed a white garment underneath, crested with jewels along the cups, one of the few things she must have had from her previous life. The piece was soft and made of material I didn’t recognize. She pulled down each strap from her shoulder, and then her tits were revealed.
Firm and round with little nipples in the centers, a beautiful bust.
I felt the thrill skate up my spine, my mind having imagined their appearance on more than one occasion. Now I saw them in the flesh and remembered why I’d avoided intimacy—because I didn’t want to control myself.
She sat up slightly and reached behind her, undoing the material somehow against her back. She pulled it aside and dropped it to the floor next to my trousers.
I stopped to stare at her underneath me, rosy-pink flesh over a beautiful heart. Perfect tits for her petite size. The nicest set I’d ever seen. I moved my face right between them, and she moaned at the contact, her fingers deep in my hair.
I kissed the valley between her breasts, kissed and sucked each of her nipples before I palmed them each. She inhaled a deep breath at every touch, like each one was brand-new to her, like no man had explored her body the way I was.
I gripped her panties and gave them a tug before I looked at her, to check that this last step was okay.
She lifted her hips like she couldn’t get them off fast enough.
I pulled them down her legs, revealing light, curly hairs in the center. I imagined her sex was as anxious as the rest of her, glistening and slick, wet enough to take my size. But I pushed the thought away, knowing that wasn’t how this night would end.
I looked her over, a tight little waist and sexy hips, a woman’s tits on a petite chest, soft skin that had a rosy glow, hair that looked golden in the firelight—and eyes that sparkled like jewels.
Fuck.
I moved back over her and dipped my head to hers, catching her anxious lips. She gripped my arms as she kissed me back, releasing her excited breaths into my mouth, letting some of them catch on my tongue.
She reached for my shorts and started to tug them down.
I almost let her.
I guided her hand to my chest and continued to kiss her.
She didn’t try again.
