The thought only made my impatient dick throb.
I pulled her shirt apart, the buttons scattering across the floor as I yanked the lace of her bra down to free her breasts. I wanted her nipples in my mouth, between my teeth, hard against me. I plunged my tongue between her milky white tits, then groaned and sank to my knees in front of her.
I was at the perfect height to take in the glory of her—disheveled, wanton—which I knew would be unusual for her.
Her hips bucked away from the wall. I wasn’t the only one whose body was racing for the finish line.
I lifted her tits in my hands until they spilled out of my palms. Like something in one of her drawings, they were sumptuous, made to be feasted on. I glanced up to check her hands were still above her head. My dick throbbed when I saw she hadn’t moved them. She knew how to do as she was told in the bedroom. Fuck. She deserved a reward.
I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked, bit and flicked, her whimpers urging me on. Her movements became more jagged. I could stay like this for days, torturing my rock-hard cock . . . but I didn’t want to torture her. I wanted to make my mark. Licking up to the top of her breast, then biting and sucking, sinking my teeth into the generous flesh.
“Jesus,” she screamed.
He wasn’t going to save her. Not now. Not from me.
I released her and, impatient now, alternated between tugging at her zipper and pulling my shirt off. I wanted her skin against mine, her wetness on my fingers, spread across her thighs.
“Bring your arms down, Princess. I want you to lie back.” I guided her to the rug, peeling off her shirt and bra as she rested her hands on my shoulders, steadying herself as she sank to the ground.
Fuck, I wished I had a bed for her. A nice couch or a dining room table. All the places I could be fucking her. I groaned, and as if my imagination increased her pleasure, she arched her back against the floor. “You’re impatient,” I said.
She nodded. “Be careful though,” she said, her eyes pleading with me. Be careful? She wasn’t talking about the floor or the cut of my teeth. It was her psyche, her soul, her heart she was pleading for.
I wanted to reassure her, to tell her I would be gentle, that I’d never hurt her, but I couldn’t make that promise. Didn’t even know how. My blood cooled. Growing up as I did had forced me to detach from others. To not care about holes in my soul that would never be filled. I’d taught myself to tune into people—to read them, but not to comfort or protect.
Despite her pull, I forced myself away from Grace and rolled to my back. “We don’t have to do this. If it’s too much . . .”
She crossed her arms over her face.
“You don’t want me?” she asked.
Maybe too much. I couldn’t ever remember wanting a woman as badly as I did Grace.
“I want you.” I pushed the heel of my hand against my granite cock. “But I don’t want you to be . . . uncomfortable.”
This had to be physical, and only physical, for both of us. But she tugged at something deeper in me.
I glanced at her taut belly and I couldn’t resist dipping my fingers below her waistband. I wanted more. Her zipper undone, I peeled off her skirt. “Take your arms from your face. You’re too beautiful to hide.”
Consequences would have to be dealt with later. Now I had to fuck her.
I stripped naked, not taking my eyes off her, afraid she might disappear if I looked away for even a second. Hooking my thumbs under her panties by each hip bone, I dragged the delicate lace down her body, exposing her pussy to me. Mesmerizing. A small, neat blonde triangle of hair, just as I’d expected. Grace wasn’t a girl who would go entirely bare without a little encouragement. I leaned over her, knocking her legs apart so I could settle between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked, twisting away from me. She wasn’t enjoying this?
I grabbed her and held her in place.
“No, Sam. Please, no.” She fumbled at my shoulders, trying to pull me up her body.
“I want to taste you,” I said. “But I’ll stop if you tell me why you don’t like oral sex.”
She flung her hands across her face.
I pushed her thighs wider. “Tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing. Please.”
Jesus. Was she Catholic or . . .
I crawled up her body, hovering over her. “Take your hands from your face and talk to me.” If I could, I’d reach inside her brain and pull out each and every fascinating thought.
Her ribcage lowered as she let out a long breath.
“It’s just . . .”
She looked me in the eye, then down at my collarbone.
“I’m just overly . . . wet down there.”
Huh? Was she a squirter? I could work with that. “And?”
She gave a little shrug. “I don’t know. I’m not normally like this. Please, don’t go down there.”
Jesus, she might as well have told me I had a monster cock and I was the best lover she’d ever had. She thought she was revealing some embarrassing secret, when really all she was doing was turning me on, revving me up.
After that revelation, I wondered if there’d ever be a time when I wasn’t hard. “I don’t want to do anything that’s going to make you feel uncomfortable.” I nudged her nose with mine. “But just so you know, there’s nothing I would like to do more than lick your pussy, especially if it’s never been so drenched in wetness.” I placed a delicate kiss on her lips and pulled back so I could look at her. “I did that to you and there’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She tried to fight the grin dancing at the edges of her lips. Who had given her reason to be embarrassed about what she had to offer? Someone who was less than her, and knew it. Someone who wanted to squash her.
I hated him instantly.
Her fingertips fluttered at my side and she might as well have been sucking my cock, the things her touch did to me. I needed a condom before I came all over that perfect belly of hers. Awkwardly, I reached for my pants, where I’d transferred a familiar square package earlier.
I looked her straight in the eye. “I need you. And given you’ve told me you’re more than ready, I’m going to fuck you now.”
She gave me a small nod and I moved to my side as I pushed the rubber over my straining dick, right down as far as it would go. In seconds, I would be buried in her—there was nothing on this planet I wanted more in that moment.
I positioned myself and glanced up to find her watching me, her eyes connected to mine as if she was trying to see inside me.
Don’t bother, Princess.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded and rolled her lips together. If she was nervous, within seconds that feeling would fall away. I dipped to take another kiss, to reassure her, and found myself unable to pull away entirely. Instead I dropped my forehead to hers. We were so close our mouths brushed every time she exhaled.
I traced the tip of my dick from her clit down to her entrance. Her body was tense but it soon wouldn’t be. I’d fuck all the anxiety away.
“You want me?” I asked.
She whimpered. “Please.”