She still wore the clothes from the car, and I intended to pull them off her like a candy wrapper. I couldn’t wait to run my hands up her long legs. Her chest heaved, nipples hardening in the cool room. I was about to finish undressing when I caught her molten gaze as it took in my body. Her brown eyes darkened with desire as a tongue flicked out to lick her full lips.
“How are you so hot?” she asked.
“Funny. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
I dropped my drawers. I was rock hard and jutted out proudly. I ran a hand down myself, used my thumb to wipe the pearl of moisture over the tip as she watched me. I almost came right then.
“Perfect,” she said.
“Hardly. But I’m yours and that’s all that matters.”
Her lashes fluttered.
“And don’t tell me I can’t say things like that,” I added. “Because I can say what I want here. I can tell you you are the most beautiful woman in every room. You’re funny and clever even when you’re trying to be cranky. You’re amazing,” I said as I walked to her. My words were in sweet opposition to the rough strokes on my cock.
Her gaze flicked between my face and the action of my palm. She crawled on her knees to meet me when I arrived at her bed. Her hand reached out to meet my cock. I hissed as she stroked me once. I was already too close. I held her wrist, stopping her.
“Turn around,” I said.
She hesitated only a moment. Heat narrowed her eyes as she licked her lips. She liked being told what to do. In this safe space with only our mutual respect and desire, I could push her boundaries and tease her. Tell her what I wanted her to do and she would like it.
“Lift your arms,” I said.
Slowly, she did as she was told. She complied with my demand but on her terms. I growled as I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off her. I gently brought her arms back down, pushing her long brown hair, thick and straight, off her shoulders. Her shoulders were tight with tension but she melted into me as I massaged them.
“That’s nice,” she said softly.
I rubbed my thumbs in circles down her back, focusing on the strong muscles of her spine until I reached the sweet little dimples just above her pants.
“Stand up,” I said.
Her cheeks were flushed as she stood, glancing over her shoulder at me. I knelt behind her, slowly pushing down her bottoms as I went. She wore no underwear and all her beauty was revealed to me.
“Bend over,” I said.
She leaned on to the bed as I ran my hands up her calves, the backs of her thighs. I took my time rubbing each tense muscle, exploring each piece of art up close. I wanted her as worked up as I was. I wanted her close to bursting. I dug my thumbs deep into the muscles of her glorious bottom. She moaned.
She was so beautiful.
“Sanders,” she gasped out my name as I licked up her once, just a tease. She was so wet for me. My skin felt too small. My balls were so high and tight, my cock rock hard and ready to take her.
I stood up too fast, almost dizzy, and gently walked her back to kneel on the bed, still facing away from me.
I memorized the shape of her back as it curved into her waist and out to her ass, like a smooth, stringed instrument. I greedily took in the canvas of her body, memorizing the art. I stepped until there was no space between us, and gently pushed her hair over one shoulder. I kissed her shoulder and neck as my cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. My fingers explored under her, tracing across her chest, watching the bumps form in my wake. I cupped her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, causing her to gasp. My hands ran down her stomach.
“Remember the night that I met you?” I asked, bringing her to my chest so I could whisper it in her ear.
“Hmm, no. Should I?” she said.
I gently slapped her bottom before rubbing it. She turned to look at me, fire in her eyes. Our mouths clashed.
When we broke apart, I said, “I wanted you so bad that night.”
“Me too,” she said. Her hands came up to gently scratch at my arms that held her.
“I could have waited longer, you know. I could wait forever for you.”
She kissed me softly. “We’ve wasted enough time. Let’s just be here, now.”
I lifted a hand to her forehead. “Are you okay?”
She grabbed my palm and kissed it softly. “I’m following the advice of some crazy guy.” She shrugged.
A sneaky grin spread on her lips. Her arm reached back between us and found me.
I hissed a breath and thrust into her gentle grip. She started slow, a thumb brushed over my tip, and then she stroked down the length. The action pushed her breasts forward as she arching away from me. I was wrong earlier, this was perfection.
She stroked faster despite the angle. I was too close to coming. If she touched me anymore, I was going to end the night way too soon.
I grabbed her wrists and gripped them both in my left hand, holding them behind her back. She squirmed and groaned. Her back arched even more. I ran my free hand up her whole body, starting at her knees and ending with a thumb dragging across her lips, dipping it into her mouth. She sucked it in deeper. I groaned and my hips thrust forward.
“What am I going to do with you?” I asked, taking out my thumb and gently turning her head to me.
“Everything,” she said.
I continued my exploration of her as I stood behind her. With every stroke and kiss, she melted
