She wasn’t nearly as shy as I'd expected and lifted her hips and pushed the last of the dress down.
Bare.
Finally, completely bare.
I licked my lips and let my eyes slide down her body. Over her full breasts—sensational—to the dip of her waist—sexy as hell—to the flare of her hips—made for me to grab.
Perfect. She was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.
I placed my hands on her thighs. My lungs rose and fell as I watched the contrast of my skin against hers.
Slowly, I slid my fingers upward over her hipbones, over her ribcage, to the swell of her tits.
God, they were magnificent. Soft, full, perky. I thumbed her nipples, watching them harden to points while she squirmed.
My mouth watered. I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know where to fucking start. I wanted to lick, suck, and grab at everything, all at once. Her body was turning me into a glutton.
While I was struggling with indecision, she wrapped her hands around my wrists and tipped her head sideways, like she wanted me to lie down.
I did, not feeling like myself.
She climbed on top of me and settled on top of the tent in my slacks with a pressure that made me groan. Her dark hair tumbled down to frame her face.
This view was even better, gravity pulling her tits down into perfect globes. I filled my hands with them and sighed. She was a fucking dream.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
Her fingers brushed my jaw, tracing along the stubble, her touch featherlight.
“You’re overdressed,” she whispered.
Slowly, she undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing the fabric open once she reached the last one. Her lips traveled over my torso, pressing light kisses against my abdomen, my nipples, my collarbones. Her nails scraped over my abs, making me twitch against her.
My palm smoothed down her back, all the way down to her ass. I wanted to be inside her, but I was also enjoying her teasing. The way she seemed to be as fascinated with my body as I was with hers.
It might be the only thing she’ll ever like about you.
The thought was followed by a pang inside my chest that I ignored.
She sat up and stared at me, her gaze traveling over my torso as if wanting to map all the details out. And then her hands drifted to my belt. “May I?”
“Yeah.”
She undid my belt. Pulled down my zipper. Glanced at me shyly. “Maybe I want to hear it too.”
“Hear what?”
She wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it out. “You moaning my name.” She slid down my legs until her face was level with it. “Otherwise, I might wonder what that sounds like, and the whole point of tonight is to get it out of our system, right?” She touched her lips to the swollen head.
I groaned, so fucking turned on, and so fucking pissed that for her, this was all about one night. Was my ego really so big to think a single orgasm could make her putty in my hands? It was irrational.
But there was nothing rational about how I felt about her.
“Right.”
Her tongue darted out, licking around the crown. “We should do everything we’ve fantasized about.”
My brow furrowed. How long was her list? Because we sure as fuck weren’t going to get through mine in one night. Not when every time I looked at her, I found another thing to obsess over.
