“I love this plan,” he says.
He slides my snowsuit off my shoulders, and I step out of the pants. My socks are next, and once they’re off, his hand slides under my ass and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist, and he puts his arms around my body as he walks us through the house.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“You’re warming me up.”
He grins and carries me up the stairs like I weigh nothing. We go down the long hallway and into a large bedroom with a king-size bed.
“Is this your room?”
“Yeah, I haven’t been to this house in a while…none of us are here much right now. Except for Opal—she’s cleaned the house since my parents first moved in here, and she still comes every week.” He pulls the comforter back. “In other words, these sheets are clean.”
“Not for long,” I say and immediately blush.
He laughs and lays me on the bed. The pillows are plush, and the sheets are soft.
“Are you talking dirty to me, Dahlia?”
I laugh and shake my head.
“Please do,” he says.
He takes his shirt off. His arms and chest are so defined, and his six-pack is drool-worthy. I have to consciously shut my mouth because it fell open. Did all that surfing create this perfection? Wow. I watch wide-eyed as he takes off his thermal pants. He has black boxer briefs underneath, and there’s such a huge bulge there, it’s shocking. He stares at me, his thumb reaching up to slide over his bottom lip. I watch every move he makes with fascination.
“You’re even more beautiful lying in my bed,” he says. “Can I see you? All of you?”
I lean up and unhook my bra, enjoying the way his breath catches when he sees me. It makes me bold. I slide my panties down my legs, and he curses.
“Are you even real?” he says. He slides his hand over his face. “Damn, Dahlia. I’m in over my head.”
“Come here,” I say.
When he’s within reach, I slide his briefs down and his cock pops out, bobbing against his stomach. I can’t breathe at first. He’s too perfect. But in the next second, he’s hovering over me, and his mouth is on mine. My senses pop like fireworks.
He kisses his way down my neck, and then his hands and mouth are on my breasts. When his tongue makes contact with my nipple, I arch into him and he groans.
“You are so fucking hot, Dahlia. I could come just touching your tits and hearing your sexy little gasps.”
He worships them so thoroughly, tugging and licking them until they’re hard little pebbles. My nipples are so sensitive that when he starts sucking them, I nearly come too. One hand stays splayed over my breast, and the other moves to my hip as he kisses his way down my stomach. He gives my nipple one more pinch before both hands widen my thighs. He stares at my center and then looks up at me. I lean on my elbows to see him better.
“Such a pretty pussy and clit,” he says reverently.
I cover my eyes with my hand and jump when he kisses the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t be shy,” he says. “I want to spend some time here. Are you okay with that?”
I whimper and peek between my fingers. “I…are you sure?”
He laughs. “Yes. I have zero doubts.”
My hand drops.
“If you must,” I say, and he laughs again.
“I won’t if you don’t want me to, but I really, really want to.”
“I just don’t usually quite get there with…oral.” God, I’ve never talked like this. I felt progressive just thinking the wordcock. I could never say it out loud.
