I would love it so much if I could conduct myself like a sensual adult, but I know in my heart of hearts I am staring at her tits like a teenage boy who just discovered naughty magazines.
“Do you need some more time or can I continue?” she asks in a voice that is so sexy I hear myself whimper. Sloane giggles. “I’ll take that as my cue to go on.”
Dropping the sweatshirt to the floor, I see her hands in the periphery of my frozen eyeballs. Her fingers skim the top of her jeans, landing on the button. With a quick flick, they open, and I swallow hard.
With one last look at her chest, I drop my gaze to her lower half as the jeans hit the floor. Fuck, she has matching underwear on. Then I realise that I donothave matching, sexy underwear. I have a sports bra and dinky dinosaur boi shorts.
“Are you still with me, Eden?”
“Just about,” I husk out.
“Do you need a break?”
Shaking my head, I look up. Sloane is so patient. She’s let me lead every second of this part of our relationship. I don’t want her to keep on having to ask anymore.
“Would…would you maybe take the lead? I’m comfortable, Sloane. I don’t need to go slow. Just, maybe a bit of guidance.”
Her smile is soft. “I can do that. But remember, this is my first time too.”
“You seem so confident.”
She shrugs. “I know what I want.”
“And you look like a goddess.”
Her body is everything I thought it would be and more. All those hours of backflips have sculpted her to perfection.
“That doesn’t mean anything when it comes to nerves and comfort, E.”
“I…I’m worried you might be disappointed with what you find under my clothes.”
I’m not someone who is overly body conscious, apart from my boobs attached to my stringy frame. But in the face of Sloane’s body, I’m feeling a little less confident. Sure, the recent uptick in aerobic activity has helped with some muscle growth. I’m nowhere near Sloane, though.
Her hands fall to the bottom of my hoodie. “Can I see?”
I need to get over myself. Sloane is standing in front of me in just her undies. Whether she’s confident or not she’s still taking a chance, and here I am wilting at the first hurdle. Frustrated at myself, I simply nod. I want Sloane to take the lead. I need to be pushed past my insecurities.
As she lifts my hoodie, her hands palm my sides. I can feel goose bumps forming on every inch of skin she’s touched. My nipples grow hard in anticipation of her hands passing over them. It takes an age and yet it’s over in the blink of an eye. My top hits the floor with a dull thud.
Dipping her head forward, Sloane ghosts her lips over my clavicle and across my chest. It is the sweetest torture. My nerves are becoming less and less pronounced as she undoes me with those soft lips. The tug on my jeans shifts myfocus. I can feel her hands gently gliding over the waistband. She’s waiting for me to consent.
“Please,” I whisper.
The button pops open. Firm hands invade my jeans and push over my ass. Two firm squeezes and then the denim is pushed down. I’m hovering between two worlds. One where this is all just a fantasy concocted by my brain, and one where it is entirely real. Where Sloane Bishop is actually undressing me with a sensuality I never thought I’d experience.
Kicking away my trousers, I wait for a comment about my rather childish underwear. It never comes. Instead, Sloane takes a step back, drawing my eyes to her. Slipping both hands behind her back, she watches me as her bra becomes loose and drops down her arms.
I’m suddenly very grateful for all the cardio I’ve been doing, because I am certain that my heart pre-workout would’ve simply stopped beating right about now. Sloane is a vision. She is soft lines and rosy pink nipples. There is a freckle perched high on her left breast, begging for my tongue to trace it.
“Your turn.”
I don’t hesitate this time. Nor do I whip off my sports bra with any grace or seductive allure. Nope, that fucker gets flung halfway across my bedroom.
I can see Sloane trying not to laugh. Her lips are curled inwards, and her eyes sparkle with amusement.
“That…was something,” she finally titters.
My smile comes unabashed at her slight mockery. I don’t care. I love making her laugh. I also love the way she scans my chest with slight surprise. I hide my assets well. Although I’m sure she had some idea of my boob size, considering the tight ass gym tops I’ve started wearing.
