Lifting her hands as she spoke, she pushed them through her hair, which fell in waves to her shoulders. “My last physical was in January. I’m clean, too.”
A hush fell over the room. “It doesn’t have to be tonight. We can just chill for a while and get started with the workshops in the morning. There’s no rush,” he said.
She sighed. “This shouldn’t be difficult. It’s what we both planned when we decided to come up here. We were anticipating it. Your last message even said...” Pausing, she looked at him and then toward the window.
He closed the distance between them and cupped his hands on both sides of her neck. “I said I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you. To feel your soft skin beneath my fingertips and my tongue.”
The pressure of her leaning into him was the best feeling, and his body immediately reacted.
“And I replied I couldn’t wait to feel you deep inside me. I wanted my legs wrapped around your waist and your thick length pumping hard in and out of me.” Her voice had grown husky as she said those words, like she was transitioning from the woman standing before him into the woman who’d written all those erotic emails. Arousal pumped through his veins at the sound.
As if anticipating his reaction, she moved her hands between their bodies, wrapping his dick in a layer of warmth.
“Thick and long,” she whispered. “That’s what I wrote, even though I’d never seen it before. I knew you’d be thick and long.” She was pleased; he could tell by the tone of her voice and the way she cradled him in her hands as if he were a prized possession.
“And hard as steel for you.” If his throat felt raspy with those words, it was fine because his dick felt fuckin’ fantastic in her hands. His mind was overwhelmed by the perfection of this moment.
Her eyes closed and opened slowly again. “It is.” That beguiling tongue of hers made another appearance, sliding sinuously over her lips, and the urge to have her turned to frantic need.
Dipping his head, he touched her tongue for a moment before sucking it into his mouth. She moaned, her fingers tightening over his erection, her breasts pressing into his chest. Had he told her they could wait for this? He had, but it had been a lie. He’d waited three months for this. Dreaming of her each night after reading her messages, wondering how every act she described would feel, how she would fit beneath him, over him, around him. There was no question that he wanted her...now.
Hungry didn’t quite describe this kiss. Greedy might be more like it as he took a deep dive, thrusting his tongue against hers now, tilting his head one way while hers went the other until they were both gasping for air. His hands moved from her neck down to her shoulders, which he gripped before turning her around so that her back was now facing the bed.
She unzipped his pants, hurriedly pushing her hand inside the slit of his boxers until she was skin-to-skin with his rock-hard length. He sucked in a breath, and she took that moment to pull her mouth away from his just enough so she could look down at what she now held.
“Delicious.” The word tumbled from her mouth, and his dick jumped in her hand. “That’s the first thought that came to mind. You look delicious.”
Her fingers were steadily stroking him, her thumb and forefinger rolling over the sensitive slit in his tip. The words were like honey gliding over his ego, but nothing surpassed the warm touch of her fingers along his dick.
“Look, touch...do what you want.” It was permission and begging all rolled into one, and he didn’t give a damn. He wasn’t taking it back. Whatever she wanted to do to him at this moment he was certain he’d love. In fact, he might explode if she didn’t do something, anything more to bring him pleasure.
“Do you remember the night I wrote about the art of giving good head?”
For the love of every deity ever prayed to, of course he recalled that conversation. He may or may not have printed it out and framed it for future reference.
“Yeah, I remember.” Strained words coming from him weren’t the norm, but there was nothing normal about this social-media meetup, nothing at all.
“I said the first step was to adore the dick. If there’s no adoration, there can be no pleasure.”
He clenched his teeth, adoring every damn word that was coming out of her mouth as she began to lower herself in front of him. Closing his eyes, Maurice bit back a curse of pleasure, deciding complete concentration was needed to keep from coming in her hands in the next few seconds. He opened them again when she was on her knees. She unbuttoned his pants and was now pushing them, along with his boxers, down his thighs.
“I like a long, thick, heavy dick. The way it feels in my hands and the way it looks like it’s barely holding back every second I’m near it.” And she was certainly near it. She’d moved her head closer, until the warmth of her breath whispered over his vulnerable skin each time she spoke. “I like yours very much.”
If he never received another compliment, Maurice would be fine with this one emblazoned on his brain. Snapping out of the blissful trance, he pushed his fingers through her hair again, this time grasping tightly so he could tilt her face up and look into her eyes.
“There’s no pressure here.” He felt the need to reiterate this fact. Part of his policy on being clear about the ground rules.
