“But I . . .” She glanced at my cock, swiping her tongue over her lips again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and said a prayer for strength. If anyone ever heard about this, I’d have to turn in my man card, but fuck, I really did want it to be perfect. Everything either of us had fantasized about. I was already a man on the edge, and having her suck me off and blowing into her mouth early was not what I wanted.
“There’ll be time enough for that. I want to look at you.”
Taking both her shoulders in hand, I guided her until her knees buckled against the mattress. She scooted back, her knees still together, and I took a deep breath, ignoring the surging need in my cock for one second and allowing sanity to prevail.
This really was the point of no return. It was likely a terrible idea, I knew—between my baggage and my commitment issues, this was a recipe for disaster. It was all the more clear to me now, looking at her slender form as she lay in my bed.
But that was the point, wasn’t it? She was already in my bed now, willing and waiting for me, and even though I hadn’t had her yet, this still felt better than any woman I’d ever been with—it felt right. I couldn’t let her walk away, not now.
Maybe not ever.
I shoved aside that terrifying thought as I glanced down at her closed legs, then met her gaze. She was staring at me still, waiting for me to come closer. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and for the first time, I realized that the blush on her face trailed all the way down her neck to her breasts. She was as pretty as a fucking picture.
I held one of her knees and she slid her legs apart, showing me the pretty pink space between her thighs.
“Fuck me,” I groaned. It was the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs and make her beg for me. I was nearly on the point of doing just that when she interrupted me again.
“You should know it’s been a while for me.” The redness on her cheeks and breasts deepened. “So . . . be gentle, okay?”
I crawled between her legs and cupped my hand behind her head, pulling her lips to mine. She met me timidly, and I brushed a strand of her hair away from her face.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” I said. “Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”
I placed another tender kiss on her lips and she returned it, pressing her hand against the plane of my chest, then raked her nails down my pecs. I let out a little grunt of pleasure and she startled again, looking like I’d struck her.
“Did I—” she asked, but I shook my head.
“You won’t do anything wrong. Not when you’re with me,” I murmured. “I want it all, whatever you got. Whatever you want to do, I want in. Don’t hold back, Addison, because I sure as fuck don’t intend to.”
She held my gaze for a long moment and then nodded. This time she pulled my face to hers, kissing me tenderly and gently, like every move was a word of praise picked especially for me. We moved together slowly, ignoring our racing hearts and focusing on the feel of our mouths against each other, our tongues entwined in the push and pull that was just the start of what we wanted—what we needed.
As she kissed me, I held her in my arms, pressing my chest against her full breasts and savoring every moment when her breath caught or quickened.
I couldn’t remember the last time kissing had felt so intimate, and it seemed like we’d been locked in each other’s arms for an eternity before Addison drew away from me.
“I want you,” she said, her voice raw and needy. “I want you now.”
“Not yet.” I shook my head. If she hadn’t been with a man in a while, there was one thing I knew I had to do before we made love, and I was bursting at the seams to do it.
Slowly, I kissed my way down her body, stopping to massage her tits and suck on the cherry tips of her nipples. She gasped as I released each with a pop and then she whimpered, begging me for more, but there was no chance of that—not this time. Instead, I moved lower, kissing the neat triangle of brown hair above her pussy.
Then, when I was face-to-face with her pretty pink sex, I licked my way along her folds until I found the bundle of nerves at the top.
She yelped, gazing down at me with raised eyebrows, and I grinned back up at her.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
She shook her head and dropped back onto the bed, her hands gripping the comforter on either side of her hips.