But then Saylor did something that shocked me. Her tongue pushed out and ran over my thumb. I’d used it on her clit at one point, so it had to still have some of her cream on it.
“Mmm.” She moaned and arched her breasts toward my chest, my thumb still pressed against her lips. “So good, Daddy.”
“Christ,” I bit out. “Fuck it.” And I swooped down and kissed her. Lips, tongue, teeth. It was the roughest, hungriest kiss of my life. I was hanging on by a thread, and if she didn’t stop being so goddamned sexy, I was going to lose it in my pants before we got to the real fun.
Considering it’d been eleven months, it was a miracle I hadn’t embarrassed myself yet.
Then Saylor bit down on my lower lip, and I lost it.
I leapt up off the bed like I could levitate and tore at my pants. I had to get them off now. I had to get inside her.
My boots went in one direction. My pants in another.
Saylor laughed at me from the bed. “You need some help?”
“Yes.” I bent down and searched my pants for the strip of condoms I’d stashed in a pocket earlier. Finally finding them and holding them aloft, I pointed a finger at her. “Take that fucking dress off!”
“I thought you liked it.” She fake pouted, blinking her long lashes exaggeratedly.
“I did. I do. But I think it’ll look amazing on the ground next to the bed. Or bunched up around your neck—your call.”
Her eyes widened.
“Fucking fantastic. Door number two it is.” I unbuttoned my shirt partway, but that was taking too long. So I just ripped it off. A few buttons pinged as they flew off. “Leave the shoes on.”
“Really?”
“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna love the look of them up by your shoulders with your dress pooling below them.” I whipped my shirt to the other side of the room and pounced.
I was back between her thighs, on my knees this time. Tugging her dress, I heard a faint rip and then the material was above her luscious breasts, framing her body in the fire engine red material.
Her nipples begged for attention, all erect and quivering. But it was the look in her eyes that had me pausing. Luminous. Naked need. And maybe with a question mark.
Was I freaking her out?
I groaned and kissed her again. But gentle this time. With my hand cupping her cheek, my lips moved over hers with a softness I hadn’t shown her in too long. Then I gave her a soft peck and another one on the tip of her nose. “Sorry, baby girl. Like I saidit’s been a minute for me, so I’m a little impatient. Are you still with me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She gulped, and I could still see the hesitancy in her eyes.
“Fuck me.” I’d never felt so turned on and conflicted before in my fucking life. My shoulders slumped as I stared at her mostly naked in front of me. Those fucking tits, all perfect and plump. Her pussy all slick and just weeping for my dick.
But I couldn’t.
Not while she looked so unsure.
“Wha-Why’d you stop?” She frowned and came up on her elbows. “Where’s the condom? Did you forget how to put it on since it’s been a minute since you’ve used one?”
“Hell, I’ve been using condoms longer than you’ve—you know what? I really don’t wanna finish that sentence.” I twisted around and sat on the foot of the bed. “Fuck. Fuck!”
Now I felt all kinds of dirty. Scummy. I vowed to never bethatguy, but look at me now.
Shit.
“Um…” Saylor’s hand brushed against my shoulder like she was afraid to touch me. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?” The words came out like an accusation. I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “Sorry. I’m an ass. Clearly, considering I was going to sleep with you when you’re looking like that.”
“Like what?”
