As she leaned forward to take off her panties, her breasts swung deliciously. She was still watching me, her mouth slightly open—I had to stifle a groan at the thought of those lips around my cock.
She stepped out of her underwear and stood tall, pulling her shoulders back.
Gorgeous.
Her waist was small and her hips flared out in perfect proportion to her shoulders. My fingertips buzzed at the thought of pushing against that warm, soft flesh around her ass. Her black hair, which had looked so great against the red of her dress, contrasted even more sharply against the white of her skin. I wanted to gather it up and pull her head back so she could look only at me.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
She rolled her hips, enjoying my attention.
“Now sit down and open your legs.”
She paused for just a second, looked behind her and sank onto the sofa, letting her knees fall open.
“Bring your bottom forward.” I said. “And wider. I want to look at you.”
She placed her palms on the inside of her thighs and pulled them apart. I swear, this woman could make me come without a single touch. So compliant, so confident, so beautiful.
I tossed my mail, vaguely aware of it skidding across the floor, and stalked toward her. Standing over her, I shrugged off my jacket.
It wasn’t just the fact that she wanted to please me that got me hard—that was what normally did it for me. With Scarlett, it was the way the woman who’d nervously chattered on our way here was so fucking confident about her body.
About my desire.
And she had every right to be confident. On both counts.
“Anyone ever tell you how pretty your pussy is?” I asked, kneeling between her thighs.
She was trimmed into a neat triangle but I appreciated that she wasn’t bare. I liked to fuck women—real women. Her back arched in response. I’d take that as a no.
I wanted to dive straight into her but I would resist. I would ratchet up her need for me a little more.
“Wider,” I whispered.
What a view. Those breasts. That pussy. That perfectly flat stomach. Those deep brown eyes.
To think I might have missed out on this if I’d stayed in this evening.
“I want you to keep your hands on your knees until I tell you to move them, you hear me?”
She rolled her lips together and nodded.
“I need to hear your answer.”
“Yes. I’ll keep them there.”
“I’m going to lick and suck and make you come—but you’re not to move your hands.”
Her belly quivered and she let out a breathless, “Yes.”
Perfect. It was like her desire was neutralizing the nerves.
My cock pressed against the fabric of my pants, but it was going to have to be patient.
I took off my cufflinks. Then slowly rolled up my shirt sleeves. She squirmed in front of me but made no attempt to urge me on; it was as if she was enjoying the buildup as much as I was.
I glanced at her again, checking that she wasn’t out of her depth. Her sleepy eyes told me she was hazy with lust. I focused back on her pussy. She was wet already. I could see it. Smell it. Leaning forward, I hooked my arms under her legs, and blew.
I trailed my tongue over her slit, not wanting to hit her clit straight away; my strokes grew deeper, longer, like she was pulling me in.
She let out a short, sharp huff of breath just a split second before I reached her clit. As I circled and pressed she let out a long, loud moan that connected straight to my already straining cock.
Oh yes. I liked women loud.
Her wetness grew and I couldn’t stop imagining it coating my dick. All that heat. I was going to have to make her come quickly so I could get down to the business of fucking her.
But she tasted so good. And she was behaving so well. Her hands exactly where I’d told her to put them. I wanted to keep sucking, licking—giving and taking.
Her body started to judder and fractured sentences tumbled from her mouth.
“Oh God, no—”
“Oh Jesus I—”
“Just like—”
“Fuck—”
“I’m—”
My fingers tightened, trying to keep her in place as she bucked against me before she gasped. Her hips pushed off the couch and her pussy contracted as I sat back and watched her juices slip between her ass cheeks. Fuck. I pulled off my tie and removed my shirt in record time.
She’d been almost too quick but I was grateful. I needed to be inside her. Normally I liked a blow job to get nice and hard for the first stroke.
Not tonight. Not with Scarlett.
Her breasts were still heaving as her breathing leveled out. Her eyes were tightly screwed shut.
“Scarlett, look at me.”
Immediately, she opened her soft, hazy eyes.
I tried not to smile too wide.
“You ever tasted yourself?” I hadn’t kissed her. Hadn’t had the urge before now.
She frowned as if she didn’t understand the question.
Without breaking eye contact, I took her hands from her thighs and clasped my fingers through hers. I leaned over her, hovering to see if she’d resist.
She lifted her chin and I took her mouth with mine. My tongue met hers in a tangle of hot and wet, soft and needy.
She tasted divine. Her pussy, her mouth. I wanted it all.
Her tongue was as eager as the rest of her body. I growled against her, my cock reminding me with a twitch that I wanted to be inside her.
I broke off our kiss and twisted my hands free from hers.
Standing, I stripped down, grasping for my wallet as I did. Jesus, I needed to calm down. She wasn’t going anywhere.
I found a condom and stuck it between my teeth as I pulled off my underwear and stepped back toward the couch.
She fixated on my dick. I got that a lot. Mother Nature had been good to me.
She frowned. “Be careful with that thing, will you?”
“Careful?” I asked with a grin.
She pushed up on her hands, the movement of her breasts completely captivating. “I think it might break me in two,” she replied.
“I hope so.” I wanted in her so deep.
“I’m serious. I’m not used to . . .”
She was on the verge of making a confession I didn’t want to hear. I just wanted to bury myself in her.
“I’ll make it good.” I stood over her as I stroked my cock up, rounded the crown and slid my hand back down to the root. So good.
How would I have her first? As I rolled on the condom, I considered my options.
Flip her over, go deep? No, I wanted to look at her as I pushed in the first time.
Have her ride me? No. I wanted to control the timing and the pace.
Without asking she leaned back and spread her legs. Her long, dark hair streamed down her front, her nipples poking out, still wanting an audience.
Yes, that would do nicely.
I lay my palm flat on her stomach, guiding my cock with the other hand. I stroked the tip up her folds to her clit and down to her entrance.
“Relax,” I whispered.
“Make it good,” she said, a plea I couldn’t ignore.
I wanted it to be good. It would be good for us both. Sex might be a sport to me but I made sure there was never a losing side.
I inched in. “Breathe,” I instructed.