Lauren nods, and I can’t tell if she’s relieved or disappointed at sex being off the table. Her fingers move to her top button and she starts to fly down the row.
“Go slowly.” I know my voice sounds rough, and I feel a twinge of guilt, but I can’t seem to soften it—all my cravings are roaring at me right now so loudly I can barely think beyond what I want to do to her.
Her eyes get hooded and she nods, slowing her pace down until it’s almost painful for me to watch. The white lace of her simple cotton bra peeks through, then the gentle curve of her belly, until the shirt is hanging open.
Once she’s done, she sets her hands on her thighs. Her fingers curl into her legs.
Fuck me. She’s waiting. She likes me telling her what to do.
Course of action decided, I say, “Take your shirt off.” This time I don’t feel any guilt over the harsh edge of my tone. It’s clear from her body language that she enjoys it.
I can see her shiver in response, and she does as I say. Her breasts strain over the top of her bra, and I want to lick those mounds, suck the erect nipples into my mouth, bite down, caress, see if I can make her orgasm just from lavishing attention on her sexy tits.
I struggle to keep myself in check.
When her eyes connect with mine, I’m startled by the intensity in them. She really wants this right now. Is the alcohol causing her to drop her guard and perceive me in this new way, or is it merely persuading her to do something she normally wouldn’t?
A moment of indecision wars in me. I want her to want this freely, not because she’s coerced or drunk. Fuck. I don’t know what to do; a flash of the old, indecisive Cole peeks back to the surface.
Then her fingers reach up and she slides the bra cups down to rest under her naked breasts, baring herself to me, and the last of my concerns dissipate. Her dusky nipples are hard, her fingers circling the engorged tips. Her eyes are locked on mine, and she’s licking her lips like she’s hungry.
Before I know it, my mouth is on one breast and my hand on the other. She buries her fingers in my hair and squeezes, arches her tits against me, and I taste her flesh and, fuck, she is everything I want in this world.
“Oh God, yes, yes, Cole,” she cries out, her grip in my hair tightening. Lauren wants this, and fuck me if I’m not going to give her everything she hungers for. The sound of her saying my name with such passion makes my heart soar.
I keep my mouth locked on her breast, suckling, as I reach my other hand down to flick open her pants. She removes one hand from my head to help me with the task, and we get her down to her bra and panties. I stretch her out on the blanket and pull away so I can worship her body with my eyes.
“You are so beautiful it hurts,” I tell her, and her cheeks flush red in response.
She shakes her head. “You’re the beautiful one.” One hand reaches out to stroke the hem of my shirt. “I…I want to see you.”
My dress shirt and undershirt are ripped off and discarded before she can say another word. She inhales and eyes me, and the blatant appreciation in her gaze makes me feel like a god.
I crawl over her, straddling her hips, our mouths almost touching, and say, “What do you want, kitten? Tell me.”
She licks her lips. “I want to…I want an orgasm.”
“That was already going to happen,” I inform her, adjusting so my forearms are resting by her head. The heat between our torsos is scorching now, and my pants are pretty much the only thing keeping me smart enough to not say “fuck it” and plunge deep inside her. “How do you want it?”
“Um.” Her sudden bashfulness brings out a wave of emotion in me. She clears her throat. “You choose.”
Oh, kitten. You have no idea what you’re asking for from me. I try not to groan at the dozen dirty mental images that fly through my head, all involving her spread wide open and me penetrating her hard every possible way I can. “Are you sure?”
She nods and inches her head off the ground, brushing her lips against mine. “Make me feel good, please.”
I slip my fingers between us and almost come in my pants when I touch the wet heat of her pussy through her panties. She’s already so aroused it’s drenched the fabric. Fuck. I stroke the damp slit, and she groans and writhes in my hand. “I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t breathe.”
Her eyes close and her head drifts back down to the blanket. Her back arches, those bare breasts rubbing against my pecs and beading once more from the sensation. “Yes, fuck, that feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
I shove the crotch of Lauren’s panties to one side, then move my hand away. She whimpers. I grab her hand and drag it to her own pussy. “I want you to touch yourself.”