Inside, I’m bursting with pride. The effect I’m having on Laura gives me so much satisfaction I have to force myself to stifle the smug grin spreading across my face. All those earlymorning hours stolen from my sleep to sweat it out at the gym have now been redeemed.
It was 100 percent worth it.
She opens her eyes and lifts a gleeful gaze to me.
“Want more?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
I look down at my bulge. “Then come and take it.”
She follows my gaze and shakes her head.
“No?” I pinch her chin to make her look up into my eyes again.
“You do it,” she murmurs.
Lost your nerve, babe?
What happened to the boldness with which she asked me to kiss her? Where’s the sass that pushed her to strip for me? The contrast is striking. It’s as if now that I’ve finally taken action, she doesn’t want to be in control anymore. She’s surrendering it, trusting me to guide us both through this like the way I led our salsa routine.
No complaints from me!While I enjoyed her initiative immensely, I don’t mind taking charge. To be honest, I prefer it.
And so, I put my hands on my belt and start unbuckling it, my movements intentionally slow. Her eyes gobble up the show. The belt comes off, the zipper goes down. I hook my thumbs through the waistline of my ridiculously tight jeans and push them all the way to my ankles, together with my boxer briefs. My cock springs free from its confines, but I block Laura’s view by bending down to step out of my clothes and shoes.
I take my sweet time with the shoelaces. Laura swears under her breath. And then, finally, I straighten up as my cock protrudes at attention.
It’s on the large side, though by no means monstrous. Still, Laura’s eyes widen noticeably. She releases a staggered sigh,then licks her lips. My already inflated male pride swells into a helium balloon that could carry me away if I don’t watch out.
She hides her knee-jerk excitement behind a mischievous smile. “I’m not taking my shoes off. This floor is too dirty and slippery.”
“Fine, but I want those off.” I point at her panties. “Now.”
“Then come and take them!”
With a single stride, I close the gap between us. Reaching between us, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, teasingly, I slide them down her legs. She steps out of them. I hang them on the back of the chair next to her bra and dress.
After that, I take a step back and admire her. She’s now fully naked except for the strappy heels, and it’s a sight to behold. Her breasts and hips are decidedly fuller than the current standard. But she’s thin-waisted with delicate ankles and wrists. Her pussy is trimmed, not waxed. This, too, is out of keeping with the trend, but I find myself loving it.
She shivers, and I notice goosebumps scattered across her tanned arms. It could be the night breeze sneaking into the kiosk. Or maybe my gaze. I hope it doesn’t frighten her but fills her with a sweet anticipation of what’s to come.
Eyes on my cock, she wets her lips once more.
I pull her into my arms. “If you knew how much I want you!”
“I think I have an idea.”
With another look at my jutting manhood, she wraps her arms around my neck. My heart is pounding in my chest as I draw her closer still, hold her tighter.
She rises up on her toes and parts her lips. The kiss is wild from the moment our mouths meet. Her tongue is as eager as mine, her hands just as active. While we kiss, I slip a hand between her legs and spread her folds. My cock is throbbing, andI bite off a growl as I push my fingers farther, probing, exploring. Her pussy is slick with desire.
I can’t wait to taste it!
I find her clit and begin to massage it in a circular motion. As I work her, I listen to her moans and pay attention to every little movement—toward me or away from my touch—to pick up what she likes and what she doesn’t. When I’m fairly certain, I lean into the caress that seems to please her most. It’s a fast, vigorous thumb rub, the heel of my palm pressed against her mons and the middle finger dipping in.
Her moans intensify and turn into groans. Her grip on my nape tightens. Selfishly, I stop.
“No!” she protests. “I was so close!”
