The wetness pooling between my legs made it abundantly clear this was really happening. I’d dreamed about it too, but this was no fantasy.
His chest was still bare, allowing me the proper view to admire it. He was chiseled, flawless. His skin was smooth like velvet, showcasing rippling muscles. He still wore those sexy fucking jeans, the edges worn, exposing white threads. Sitting back on his heels, his bare feet turned me on more than anything. They looked strong and powerful. I’d never seen sexy feet before. Never imagined they could be.
As I drank in the sight of him, hovering above me, tracing every curve of my body, something pulled at me. The need to please him consumed me. To give him something I was still virgin to. Something that could be his and only his—something I’d never done before. My fingers itched to touch him. To claim him.
I scrambled to my knees, causing him to straighten. Taking his face between my hands, I guided his mouth to mine. Our bellies were flush together and he trailed his fingertips along my spine, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through my veins. He cupped my ass and pulled me to him, pushing his hardness into my sex.
I couldn’t take it any longer.
Dropping my hands, I placed my palms flat on his chest and ventured down until I hit the waistband of his jeans. I hooked my index fingers inside and slid them back and forth. His body bucked when I hit a sensitive spot. I smiled into his lips and kept moving toward the center until I reached the button.
Effortlessly, I popped it open and lowered his zipper. I tucked my fingers beneath the waist of his boxers and delved my hand inside the fabric, feeling his silken sheath throbbing and anxious. Curling my hand around it, I circled my thumb around the head, feeling the wetness of his arousal already atop it. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, while I spread his juices over him and he moaned, his eyebrows pinched together in ecstasy. Loving the effect I had on him, I let him go, and he gasped as my hands came around to his hips to slide his jeans off the rest of the way.
He looked as though he was straining for a breath as I slowly, deliberately lowered his pants inch by excruciating inch. My eyes widened when his erection sprang free. I pushed him and he bounced back on the bed. He helped me remove his clothes the rest of the way, kicking them off when they got to his feet before pulling me down on top of him.
I’d been dying to get close to him with nothing between us for what felt like an eternity. And now, as his warm, soft skin coated mine and our bodies molded into one another, from our mouths to the tips of my toes, we felt like one being. It was an intense connection, as if we were one living organism.
Evidence of his arousal sat between my thighs, reminding me of what had provoked this.
I wanted him.
I parted our lips, gave a small peck to his panting mouth, and began trailing kisses down his neck and along his collarbone before placing a love bite to the muscled peak next to his shoulder. Blake gasped as I took his erection in my hand and licked a path down his torso.
“Baby, what’re you doing?” he asked, breathless.
“I want you, Blake. I can’t wait any more.” I placed a kiss right next to his belly button.
“But we’re,” his swallow was tight in his throat, “going to wait.” The poor guy was having a hard time putting sentences together.
The lust-filled look on his face washed away any trepidation I had as I lowered my head, and breathed my words onto his swollen head. “I know. No sex. Just this. Let me do this for you.” My tongue flicked out to wet the tip before I slowly dragged it from the base all the way to the tip.
Blake’s body quaked, and he dove his fingers into my hair. “Jesus.” His head dropped back, and his eyes pinched shut.
Desire to have this man overpowered me. I toyed with his slit, sliding my tongue around the base of the bulged tip, and he moaned. He was so swollen it looked painful. All I wanted to do was alleviate his ache. Sucking the head into my mouth, I toyed with him a little before gliding him down my throat. I was tentative at first, learning him and testing myself. Each time I reached the tip, I’d stop to suck on it before venturing down once again.
The muscles in his stomach pulled tight, his body partially raised as his grip on my hair tightened and I knew I was doing something right. “Holy fuck, Angel. You feel so good. I need to come.”
Knowing I was giving him pleasure sparked something animalistic in me. His words shot straight down between my legs, and I tightened my thighs together, my own desire building. He used his hands to guide my head how he liked it, and I relaxed my throat, taking him as deep as I could. All I wanted was for him to feel a fraction of what he made me feel.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his eyes bursting open to watch me taking all of him.