“I am,” she says. Her hand comes up and pulls off my doo rag. I run my hand through my hair, which I have no doubt is standing on end. She drops it on the ground and threads her fingers through my hair. I lean forward and close my eyes, relishing in the attention she’s giving me.
“I wish you wouldn’t wear a hat all the time.”
“Hmm, you don’t like hats?”
Katelyn shakes her head. “It’s not that, I just like seeing your hair. You’ve kept it hidden for so long and it’s beautiful.”
“Beautiful, huh?” I ask teasingly.
“What?” she asks. “Men can have beautiful hair.”
“All right, if you say so. I’ll try and not wear a hat so much, just for you.”
“Thank you.”
Being this close to her is something I’ve wanted for a long time. I can’t screw it up, and right now that’s my biggest fear. What if she decides this isn’t what she wants? There’s no way I can convince her otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair.
My eyes flash open briefly when I feel her lips on mine. I’m going to let her lead us because it will give me the reassurance I need right now. Her kiss is slow, tentative. She traces my lower lip with her tongue. My lips part giving her access to what she’s asking for. A feeling of calmness washes over me the moment her tongue touches mine. It doesn’t last before heat is surging through my body. I’m fighting the urge to pull her against me, to rock her body against mine. I can’t hold back any longer. I need to touch her. I slide my hand under her shirt and press my fingers into her back pulling her the tiniest bit closer.
Her hands fist at my shirt, pulling herself up higher onto my cock. “Oh, fuck,” I say, breaking away from her mouth. She’s grinding against me and I’m about to lose my mind. Her hand clutches at the back of my neck. She takes my earlobe into her mouth, biting softly. Katelyn moves to my neck, biting and licking her way back to my mouth. I can’t take it anymore.
My hand roams up her thigh, massaging as I go. It’s just my luck that she’s wearing a long skirt. I didn’t even suggest she change. I want her like this. I know I’m testing my resolve, but I’m going to test hers too. Does she want me the way I want her? My fingers linger at the hem of her panties.
My knuckle brushes against her. She jumps slightly and pulls away from me. I refuse to let go and continue to skim my knuckle against her again. Her eyes drop, she licks her lips and when she looks up, the wanton look in her eyes tells me enough. I keep my hand splayed against her back holding her to me. My fingers inch into her panties, my gaze never leaving hers. I’ll stop the second she tells me to. The moment I see fear in her eyes, I’ll pull away, but I won’t want to.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I say the words to reassure myself that this is what she wants. She licks her lips, urging me on. I brush against her *. Her breathing hitches, her fingers grabbing onto my hair. I do it again, this time with more pressure. She pushes toward my hand as the pad of my thumb finds her clit. I capture her lips with mine, wanting to increase the sensation. I add more pressure the harder she pulls.
I moan loudly when I slip my finger in. “Oh, fuck,” I say, breaking away. I’ve wanted this for so long and now I’m here. I want to go slow and savor every fucking moment that I can, but she has other ideas. She rocks forward, setting a rhythm and creating the friction she needs. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to show me.
Her hands travel under my shirt and roam over my chest. When her fingers pull gently on my nipple ring, I hiss and rub harder on her swollen clit. Heat soars through my body, igniting fervency that I didn’t know existed. I add another and move with the motion she’s set. This is more than I’ve imagined and I want more. Katelyn keeps pace, rocking back and forth with her legs wrapped around me. The grinding is almost too much to bear. I want to rip her skirt off, drop my shorts and feel her wrapped around my shaft.
“Harrison,” her voice is raspy, out of breath.
“Yeah, baby?” I take her lips with mine, silencing her. She can’t tell me to stop now, there’s no way.
She bites down on my lip, her hand pulling on my nipple ring. I hiss and move faster, increasing the pressure. I’ve been waiting for this moment, the moment to feel her like this in the most sensual way. My lips move to her neck, biting gently as she clenches around my fingers. If this is any indication of what’s to come, I’m going to be a man on his knees begging her to let me worship her every chance that I can.
Katelyn slows as she comes down from her natural high. Her head rests on my chest, but she continues to caress my ring. I want to show her what that does to me. I know she can feel it, but the exhilaration I feel… the sensation it sends – it’s something I can’t describe.