“Hi,” he said, his mouth against my ear.
“Hi,” I returned, stretching up to wrap my arms around his neck.
His mouth met mine in a rough kiss. He tasted like minty toothpaste, like I was sure I did. His hands traveled up the sides of my silky black top. It was long sleeved, but I’d changed out my matching pants for the matching shorts before he got here. His palms brushed along the sides of my breasts and I gasped in some air.
“I believe you were going to tell me where you wanted my tongue,” he said, his fingers on the buttons of my shirt, undoing each one expertly.
“Everywhere,” I said as an answer, my hands searching for the button on his jeans. He wore a T-shirt as well, and as soon as he finished with my buttons, he removed his T-shirt by reaching over his head to the back of his neck. He threw it onto my desk chair while stepping out of his shoes and kicking them to the side.
My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light in the room, and I took in his toned, smooth chest as I still struggled with the button on his jeans. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d unbuttoned a man’s jeans. I was very much out of practice and it showed.
His hands separated each side of my now-unbuttoned shirt, his eyes traveling over my exposed breasts. He slid my shirt off my shoulders, but it was stopped by the bend of my elbows. His tongue traced a line from the edge of my bare shoulder all the way to my collarbone.
I finally unbuttoned his jeans. I could feel the evidence of his arousal against my fingertips as I slid the zipper down. He let out a growly moan. Now that my hands were no longer occupied with his jeans, I dropped them to my sides and my shirt slid to the floor. He pressed a hand to my lower back, bringing my bare chest to his.
“You are so soft and perfect,” he said, his mouth finding mine again. His fingers hooked the thin waistband of my shorts, sliding them down my legs until they puddled at my feet. “I was hoping you were wearing some lacy panties again.”
I didn’t tell him I’d put them on right before he got here.
I tugged at the top of his jeans, trying to work them down but failing. He stepped back and assisted me in the effort, revealing a dark pair of boxer briefs. I couldn’t make out their color.
His eyes went to my bed. A smile lit up his face. “I haven’t seen a twin bed since I was five.”
“Is it smaller or bigger than you were picturing?”
“Smaller, much smaller.” He laughed, and I widened my eyes and covered his mouth with my hand.
“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered through my fingers, obviously trying hard to contain another laugh.
“Have you changed your mind?” I whispered back, nodding toward the bed.
Instead of answering, he scooped me up and placed me at the foot of the bed. I inched back toward the pillow as he climbed on, his knees and hands straddling my body on the way up because there wasn’t room for him to do it any other way.
When we both reached the pillow, he let one of his hips brush along mine until it rested on the bed, tight against me, giving his right hand full access to my body. And it took advantage of the access, marking a path from my thigh, along the edges of my underwear, around my navel, up my sternum, and then slowly circling my nipple without touching it.
I arched against him, but he just followed the same path back down.
“Elijah,” I said on a sigh.
“You say my name much sweeter now,” he said.
“Do I?” I asked, my eyes closing with pleasure as my nerve endings danced beneath his fingertips. And he hadn’t even skimmed my most sensitive areas yet.
“You do.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I like it.”
“Elijah,” I said again, a small whine in my voice this time.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Touch me.”
“Iamtouching you.”
I shifted toward him, pressing my breasts to his chest to feel skin against mine. “You know what I mean,” I said.
He rolled, shifting me onto my back before resuming his position. Then his mouth was on my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth and then releasing it to circle it with his tongue. I let out a sharp moan of pleasure. His mouth left my breast and his hand went to my mouth, covering it like I had his earlier when he’d made too much noise.
I smiled but then opened my mouth and ran my tongue along his finger. He dipped his finger into my mouth and I sucked on the end. He watched me for a moment, his eyes intense. Then he took his finger back and pressed his mouth to mine instead, his tongue sliding past my lips. I took his now-free hand with mine and placed it back on my breast.
