She hums.
Smiling, I peck her head. “It’s every guy’s fantasy seeing their girl wearing their clothes.”
Sitting back, she looks up at me. “I thought guys preferred seeing us out of them?”
Instantly, my cock responds to her words, and there’s no doubt she can feel it prod her. “It’s fifty-fifty. I’d definitely love seeing you without a stitch on, love. But I’m in no hurry.”
Her eyes ghost over my face, lids fluttering before she straightens and uses my shoulder to rest her head. “Do you miss being with women who go after what they want without hesitating? Because I don’t think that’ll ever be me.”
It doesn’t take a brainiac to know she’s insecure, so I squash it then and there. “You seemed to know what you wanted when you pulled off my sweatpants the other night and used your mouth to—”
“You know what I mean,” she cuts me off, and I know the high pitch of her tone means her face is probably red.
My arms squeeze her to me. “Those girls made it too easy, Ry. There was no challenge. It was all too predictable day in and day out. You may not believe it, but I don’t miss that at all. In fact, I never liked it all that much.”
“You sure seemed to,” she grumbles under her breath.
I chuckle to myself. “Yeah, well I wasn’t always that way. I liked to get in, get off, and get the hell out as soon as I could. I was selfish.”
“And now?”
My lips find her temple, then trail down to her ear where I whisper, “Oh, I still love to get in and get off. I just enjoy exploring the landscape thoroughly first.”
She shivers when I nip her ear.
My fingers dance along her stomach and stop at her lower waist, just above the waistband of her leggings. “Are you wet for me, Rylee?”
A sharp breath escapes her. “I always am when I’m around you.”
Internally, I groan. If she knows what she does to me on a regular basis, then we’re even.
I pepper kisses along her neck and murmur, “Interesting.”
“You love that word.”
I love you, I nearly say, swallowing them before the moment breaks.
Shaking it off, I hiss when she wiggles and rubs against my erection.
“We could do something about that,” I propose, nipping above her pulse and dipping my tongue out where my teeth pressed into her skin.
Her breath shutters. “We could…”
One of my hands rise until it’s cupping her breast, feeling the absence of a bra, and leaving me thanking whatever Holy spirit is listening. Her nipple is already pebbled, and she breathes heavily when I begin playing with the sensitive bud while continuing my slow ministrations on her neck. I know well by now what makes her wet, what makes her moan the loudest, and what gets her writhing in a matter of seconds.
And when I dip my hand into her leggings, I smile against her neck when I feel how soaked her pussy is for me. I trail her arousal to the button of nerves that I know will detonate her if I apply just the right amount of pressure, then tease her entrance again with featherlight circles before adding another digit.
Spreading her thighs wider to give me better access and watching where my hand moves inside her, I lean forward and whisper, “That’s right, baby girl, watch me finger fuck you.”
She obeys, watching my hand work it’s magic under her leggings, the slick sound of her arousal making the moment that much hotter, until she tilts her head back and gasps out my name before I capture it with a kiss. With the lift of her ass, she orgasms until she shakes and only comes down a few long moments later with my fingers still toying with her sated body.
“Now,” she rasps, gripping her leggings and tugging them down. “Please, Garrick.”
For a moment, my brain shuts off.
Then she says, “I need you.”
I need you.
Three words.
That’s all it takes before she’s suddenly underneath me, her leggings gone, her shirt pulled up to expose her beautiful pink nipples, and my jeans and shirt absent within seconds. In nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, I kiss her long and hard before pulling back. “We can move inside…?”
She shakes her head. “Here. Now.”
Her inability to speak full sentences makes me examine the cushioned lounger we’re on for a few seconds before nodding and taking her mouth a little more gently than before and helping her free me of the last layer of clothing between us.
I brush hair out of her face and behind her ear, caressing her cheek with my thumb before stroking myself, licking my fingers to dampen the head of my cock, and lining myself up to her entrance. The heat radiating from her consumes me as I start to push in.
When her body locks, a gargled noise escapes her mouth. I move my fingers to her clit and being stroking. “Relax, Rylee. I’ll take care of you.”
Her shaky arms go around my neck, her eyes fluttering and cheeks darkening as she looks down where the tip of my cock is still partially planted inside her. “I have something embarrassing that I need to tell you.”
My brows go up, my movements stilling completely. “You’re a virgin.” It’s not a question, but a sure statement—one I’ve wondered for a while but didn’t want to ask so she wasn’t embarrassed.
“No!” Her answer is full of offense before she drops her head back and closes her eyes. “But I might as well be. I’ve only done this one other time.”
Kissing her once, twice, a third time, I nuzzle our noses together before replying, “I sort of guessed as much, Ry. If you need me to stop—”
“No, no. It’s… I’m just nervous.” One of her hands goes to my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart. “I want this. I want you. But I’m embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed of.”
“But you—”
“Have never done this with someone I genuinely care about,” I finish
