First, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and shimmied them down her thighs. Next, she yanked her top over her head until she wore nothing but her bra and thong. Looking unsure, she licked her lips and placed her hands on her hips.
“I said everything off. From where I’m sitting, you’re still overdressed.”
With a huff, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her perfect tits spilled out, and her nipples creased in the cool air.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I said, nodding toward her thong.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shoved it down her legs before kicking it away.
“Happy now?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I won’t be happy till I’m balls deep in that tight pussy of yours.” If my words shocked her, she didn’t show it. “Come over here, bend over and place your hands on the mattress.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. “What? Why?”
“Because I said so and that should be enough of a reason.”
Hesitantly, she came toward the bed, leaned over, and placed her hands on the mattress. Salivating at the sight I was about to see, I stood and walked behind her.
Dayum.
Everything from the puckered hole of her ass to her very plump clit was on show. How in God’s name had I resisted her for this long? My willpower was a lot stronger than I gave myself credit for.
I swiped my fingertips over her damp inner thighs and soaked curls, and we both sucked in a shuddering breath.
There was something I had to ask her. Something I should have asked her before we’d gotten to this point. “Is this your first time, Nattie?”
“Would it matter if it was or wasn’t?” she replied, her voice sounding rusty.
I swatted the palm of my hand over her ass, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to sting.
She yelped and jerked forward, and a whisper of a groan escaped her lips.
“Answer the question.”
“I had a forgetful five-minute encounter when I was seventeen. Does that count? He didn’t even get fully in before coming.” She glanced over her shoulder and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I guess I’m not a virgin, but in a way, I consider myself one. Until I met you, I didn’t think about or want to try sex again.”
Pride surged through my body, and my cock grew harder. There wasn’t a sexier woman alive, and I would make tonight something neither of us would ever forget.
I pulled off my clothes then stood behind her, admiring the breathtaking view.
I grasped my shaft and swept the tip all over her plump folds, the anticipation of what was about to happen leaving me light-headed.
She pushed back and gave a frustrated moan.
“What’s the rush? You’ve waited this long. Surely you can hold out a few minutes more.” Who was I kidding? I was the one who needed to hold out; otherwise I’d embarrass myself.
I wanted her to think I was in control, but in reality, she controlled everything about us, and I would be fooling myself if I thought otherwise.
“One more thing we need to clear up,” I said. “I’m clean as a whistle. Got checked a while back. Haven’t slept with anyone since.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m all good. You don’t need a condom. I want to feel all of you.”
The urge to bury my cock inside her pussy was an overwhelming one, but once I was balls deep, I’d be lucky to last longer than the forgetful encounter she’d experienced when she was seventeen. Pathetic—I was a thirty-four-year-old man acting like an inexperienced teen.
The heavenly scent of her arousal drifted up to me, and I couldn’t resist taking a sip. I got on my knees, buried my head between her thighs and licked and sucked, tasting, taunting, teasing.
She groaned as my relentless tongue licked her swollen clit.
Excitement dripped from her, and I thoroughly lapped up every drop, exploring every crevice. Sweat beaded across my forehead like I was getting a fever, and my entire body ached for the kind of relief only she could provide.
Gathering myself, I stood and swatted my closed fingertips over her ass cheeks, enjoying the wobble of her skin when my fingers made contact.
“Turn around and get on your knees. Wrap those beautiful lips of yours around my dick.”
She looked over her shoulder, a grin stretching her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Without a doubt, I’ve created a monster. You’re going to be the death of me, girl.”
I helped her turn around, but before she turned her attention to my cock, she traced her fingertips all over my tattoos, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
“These are beautiful,” she said, dragging her nails down a dragon’s tail. “Do they mean anything?”
“Other than I like Asian inspired tattoos, not a thing.”
Once she was in position, I buried my hands in her tumbling hair and guided her lips toward my hard and swollen shaft.
Greedily, she took me into her mouth, and that first feeling of sweet warmth made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I groaned and fought to hold off the climax tearing down my spine and through my balls.
No woman had made me feel this weak yet this powerful before, and no woman ever would again.
Her tongue circled the tip of my cock, and with one deep, delicious stroke, her eagerness nearly took me past the breaking point. She drew back and licked and slid her mouth all over, leaving me struggling for breath. To stop myself from going off, I clenched every muscle in my body.
She continued
