“Any time! Don’t forget you promised Lionel and I lunch this Saturday.”
Decker and I were still staring at each other, trapped in a gaze full of need and awe. Then Decker’s lips were back on mine, his hands holding my cheeks in place as he plundered my mouth. My hips had grown a mind of their own as they began to move against the obvious hardness under his ridiculously thin cotton sweats. Decker suddenly stood and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. I squealed a little as he began to move towards the bed. There was no gentle placement like in romance novels, where the man tenderly lays the woman back and presses her into the soft mattress beneath her. No, he threw me. THREW ME! I bounced amongst the pillows before snapping my head around to glare at him.
“Don’t move!” The command in his voice had me go still, freezing in place. Decker grinned, his smile wicked, his eyes full of hunger. “I’m going to go down stairs and lock up. When I get back, I’m going to unwrap you like the fucking gift you are.” Then he was gone. My eyes were still fixed upon the place he had just been standing, my heart beating wild and out of control, my body throbbing with a pulsating awareness I had never felt before. I couldn’t do this, could I? Of course I could. I mean, it was just sex, just knocking boots, a natural occurrence between a man and a woman, between me and Decker. I was gnawing at my bottom lip now, panic beginning to consume me. Bradley was going to ream me a new one for this. When I spoke to him three days ago and told him how sweet and helpful Decker had been, he had become freakishly quiet. Then in a low murderous voice he had said, “Don’t you dare let Decker wet his whistle in Andi Town.” I had laughed. Perhaps laugh was an understatement, I had howled, hooted, snorted and cried, then did it all over again while Bradley kept patiently quiet on the other end of the phone line. Then I had settled down and explained while funny, it was also a touch disturbing when he spoke about some guy wetting his whistle in ‘Andi Town’. Ew, just ew!
But Bradley wouldn’t know about this. It was my life and none of Bradley’s business who wet their whistle in Andi Town. If anyone had earned the right to take a ride on the Decker train, it was me. I’d been lusting after the man for almost half my life. I deserved a turn. In my heart though, I knew that it wouldn’t just be ‘a turn’. It wouldn’t be ‘just sex’. This was me, after all, and I couldn’t roll in the hay with someone I didn’t care about. I’d tried once and failed miserably. Sex meant more to me than just a night of flippant, unbridled sex, no matter how awesome it might be.
“You’re going to pop a vessel thinking that hard.”
I hadn’t even heard Decker return, my mind so wrapped up in its moment of panic, I hadn’t noticed him approach the side of the bed, my Team Jacob shirt tossed aside. He stood before me now in nothing but those ridiculously tight sweat pants, his erection tenting proudly against the fabric. Even through the thin barrier of clothing I knew what lay beneath it would meet the hype and expectation.
“If you want this to stop, you should say something now.” I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Without warning or preamble, Decker pulled his sweat pants down and stepped out. My mouth should have dried with shock, instead, it began to water with anticipation. I had never thought of a man’s dick as gorgeous. I mean, the ones I had seen usually hung awkwardly to one side. When not engorged with angry, red desire, they were languid and lumpy, housed with a garden of thick, dark vegetation and propped above a pair of ugly, dangly sacks that I had come to think of as manjigglies. Decker’s penis though... Oh boy, his was long, thick, and very, very hard. The color was ever so slightly darker at the base, fading to a dusky shade of pink at the velvety head. And he was manscaped! His pubes carefully trimmed back to a neat dark patch above his dick, his tight balls completely smooth. He didn’t even have a happy trail.
“Somebody once told me men trim the hedges to make it look bigger,” I murmured, my brain had quite obviously shut down.
“Country, are you insulting my manhood?” Decker chuckled as his knees hit the bed.
I shook my head, unable to pull my gaze away from his gorgeous cock. “No, I just ramble when I’m nervous.”
Decker crawled towards me until I had to rest back on my arms while he dipped his head to press a kiss at the base of my throat.
“Country, I’m about to fuck you so thoroughly the only thing you will manage to say will be my name.” His kisses began to climb up my neck. “Or god, if you wish.” His lips met mine again, only this time they were not forceful or demanding. This kiss was light, teasing, his tongue barely taking sips from my mouth. Ever so slowly Decker lowered his body over mine. He was completely naked, I was still fully clothed. “I used to wonder what you would taste like,” Decker murmured.