I lifted my arms to make it easier to lift it up and off, and he immediately went to work on my jeans.
“Lie back on the bed so I can take these off,” he commanded, and I dutifully complied.
He diligently worked my skinny jeans off, leaving my legs dangling over the edge of the bed while my top half was supported by my elbows bent behind me.
“One of us is vastly overdressed,” I informed him.
A salacious grin overtook his face as he whipped his shirt off. I knew he was in shape from his general physique, even with clothes on. But with the shirt off, I confirmed he had not missed a workout in likely the last year—or ever.
I scanned from his chest to his abs to the thin little trail of hair that led down to what would be the catalyst for a happy ending. He may be in his fifties, but he still had a defined chest and abs that a twenty-year-old male would envy.
I noticed several tattoos on his chest, and I knew I wanted to explore those up close, but that would have to be later because he was staring down at me with so much heat that I worried I might spontaneously combust.
“Your turn next,” he said as his hands slid up my thighs, his thumbs looping under my plain black cotton underwear and sliding them down and off my legs slowly.
If I had known I was going to bring someone home, I would have worn sexier underwear and bra. Alas, this was unplanned, and Ray didn’t seem to care.
My body was strung so tight, like he’d been teasing me for hours, even though he’d only first touched me less than ten minutes ago.
He licked his lips and worked his hands back up my thighs, over my stomach, and up to my chest. I was short and curvy, which meant I had more than enough to grab onto, both in the front and in the back. And judging by the look on his face, he appreciated both of those features.
“Damn, woman, you are stunning.”
“You just gonna stand there and stare at me all night?” I asked, needing him to hurry this along.
His smile turned greedy, and I knew we were about to get to the fun part.
He slid his hands to my back as I arched forward to let him unclasp my bra. Three point five seconds later, my bra was on the floor and his mouth was on my right breast, sucking hard.
I gasped at the sensation of his hot mouth, wet tongue, and sharp teeth grazing over my pebbled nipple.
His thighs pressed between my legs, and the rough denim fabric scraped against me in the best way.
Liquid pooled between my legs and I knew there would be a wet spot on his jeans when this was over.
He ground his hips into me harder while he moved his mouth to my other boob and lapped at that nipple feverishly.
It felt amazing, but I needed more—especially in the lower half of my body—so I lifted my hips to strain toward him. He must have gotten that message loud and clear because his mouth detached from my nipple and made a quick trail of kisses down my stomach to the Holy Land.
With one quick stroke to my core, I nearly saw stars.
“Do that again,” I begged.
“What’s the magic word?” he coaxed, his voice low and teasing.
“Now,” I shot back, and he laughed.
“Your wish is my command.”
“I could get used to that,” I replied on a gasp as his tongue lapped at me once more.
He licked straight up my center, and my head fell back, eyes closed, as the feeling of pleasure cut through me.
While his mouth worked magic on me, he slid his rough, calloused hands up and down my thighs, not only holding them in place but also adding another sensation for my brain to deal with. His hands may have been rough, but his touch was soft and gentle, and the juxtaposition of the two was driving me insane.
I could feel my orgasm building, but it was just out of reach. I needed him to know so he could help. “I’m close.”
He grinned up at me. “Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, sweetheart, so let’s take you to the finish line.”
