She pulls back the duvet and climbs into bed, sliding over to the far side, leaving room on this side for me. Without making a big deal out of it, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off before undoing my jeans and dropping them to the floor. She’s seen me naked before so I shouldn’t be so nervous to be standing here in my boxers, but I am. It’s one thing for me to be naked and acting like an idiot in front of the guys when she just happens to be there. It’s another thing entirely being nearly naked, half hard (what did I tell you, dick? Get it together), and getting ready to sleep in a bed with someone as sexy as Denise. I wonder if this is what stage fright feels like? I’ve never experienced it before, but I imagine it can’t be much worse than this.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull off my socks before laying down and pulling the duvet up to my waist. I can feel Denise shift to look at me. She chuckles a little to herself.
“You’re going to end up pulling that lip ring right out if you don’t stop wiggling it around with your tongue.”
“Nervous habit,” I say, turning to look at her. “To be honest, I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing right now, and it’s freaking me out a little.”
“We’re napping. Close your eyes and go to sleep. Simple.” She smiles at me, making little crinkles appear at the corner of her blue eyes.
“Very funny, smart ass.” I shake my head at her a little. “I mean, am I allowed to touch you? Like, just hold you, not anything more.”
She smiles again, looking up at me through her lashes, and I feel a sense of hope building in my chest. She quickly flips her body, so she’s facing away from me, and then reaches back to grab my hand. She uses it to pull my arm over her, scooching her body back against mine so I’m spooning her.
“There,” she says. “No more freaking out, just sleep.”
This is more than I could have hoped for. I move my other arm up and over her head, which lets me get even closer to her. I snuggle in a little closer yet, tucking my face right into her hair, and I inhale as deeply as I can. Maybe I’m weird for loving the smell of her hair so much, but I just can’t get enough. It smells of coconuts and summer.
Denise has laced her fingers with mine and she’s tucked our hands up by her breasts. The trouble is that she has her hand over top of mine so she’s essentially making my hand grab her tit.
The feel of her breast under my hand, together with the smell of her hair, and feel of my body around hers, combine to give my dick the wrong idea. I meant what I said about not trying anything else, so with my erection growing by the second, I slowly slide my ass backwards. Hopefully, I’ve moved far enough away she won’t feel me getting harder and harder, even if it feels ridiculous to have my ass sticking out this far.
Denise’s breaths tell me she is relaxing into sleep. Her grip on my hand loosens as her body sinks into the bed. I want to stay awake and enjoy this moment, but having my arms around her like this, with her so warm, soft, and relaxed, has me floating away into unconsciousness with dreams of Denise dancing in my mind.
* * *
I wake up slowly to the feel of my lip ring moving back and forth. Opening my eyes, I see Denise has turned over and is facing me now; her left hand lifted to touch my face. She’s moving my lip ring with her fingers, a small smile on her face while she does so.
She must sense that I’m awake because she doesn’t move her eyes before saying, “I can see why you mess with it so much, it’s kind of fun.”
“It really is,” I whisper, not wanting her to stop touching me.
My hand is flung over her waist, resting where her ass curves out from her lower back. I glide my hand from her back to her side, gripping her hip gently before sliding up to rest my hand under the hem of her shirt, feeling how soft the skin of her waist is. She moves her eyes up to meet mine, her hand moving from my lip up to trace my left eyebrow.
“What happened to these?” she asks, noticing that I’ve removed my eyebrow piercings. “Why’d you take them out?”
“I took them out when I worked out with Connor the other day and just didn’t bother to put them back in. I wasn’t really feeling them anymore, anyway. Plus, it’s a hassle to remove them all every time I have a class to teach at the gym. I just kept the lip ring because I like messing with it.”
“Hmm, I see.” She slides her hand up to tangle into my hair. Her fingernails scratch my scalp gently, sending tingles down my neck. If I stay completely still maybe she’ll do this forever, because it feels fucking amazing to have her touching me like this.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lower lip, before she grips my hair and pulls my lips down to meet hers. She gives me one soft kiss before resting her open lips against mine and using her tongue to move my lip ring from side to side. A low moan escapes my throat before I can stop it.
Denise pulls back, just a little, to smile and whisper, “It’s more fun if I use my tongue.”
Fuck staying completely still. That was before she kissed me. I’m not sure what’s changed her mind, but I’m too far gone already to question my good fortune. I close the distance between us and kiss her again. My tongue slips in and she opens her lips more, deepening the kiss. She grips my hair tightly in one hand while her other hand presses against my chest. I pull her toward me, unable to get close enough as we face each other on our sides.
“Yes, Ryder. More,” she moans into my mouth. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I push her onto her back without breaking the kiss, my body following as I move her, coming to rest in the space she’s made for me between her legs. Needing some relief, I press my hard cock against her, feeling the heat of her pussy through the fabric of my boxers and her panties. She whimpers in response, pressing herself closer to me.
I explore her mouth with my tongue while I push her shirt up, interrupting the kiss to take it off. Holding myself up over her, I see her eyes blown with lust. Her pupils are so large her eyes look almost completely black, with just a small ring of light blue surrounding them. She looks like a goddess with her impossibly black hair fanned out over the pillow and her lips swollen from our kisses.
“You are so beautiful.” I lean down and whisper in her ear. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve dreamed of you just like this.”
I kiss down the line of her neck and across her collarbone. My hands roaming her body while my lips kiss a different path, her hands in my hair all the while. I trail my lips down her breast, stopping to pull a pebbled nipple into my mouth. She meets the light grazing of my teeth with a gasp that quickly turns into a moan, one of her hands releasing my hair to reach up behind her as she arches her back to push herself to me. I squeeze her frantically, trying to memorize the way her body feels in my hands. I already don’t want this to end.
Her body shivers as I dance my tongue along her smooth flesh, feeling my breath against her skin. When I make it to the line of her panties, I sit up and pull them down her legs and off her feet. I look back up and see her looking at me, still with me in this, so I lower myself and string kisses along her right leg, from the top of her foot upwards. I cross over the apex of her legs, hearing her groan as I purposely miss the spot where she needs me, and kiss down her left leg to the top of her foot. As my kisses reach her foot, I slide myself off the bed, pulling her along with me until she reaches the edge of the mattress.
Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed puts me on a level with her pussy.
