Having her in my space? I’m absolutely done for.
This morning I woke up so hard that I was aching, body covered in sweat from a dream about taking her slowly. Thoroughly. In every way possible.
But Diana doesn’t even hesitate. She simply changes direction and heads towards my house.
I don’t even know what to do with myself, but my body is ahead of me. I’m half hard and I need to get a grip. But she’s right there in front of me with her hips swinging and that perfect ass in those jeans. I’m definitely not going to survive the week.
Unlocking the door to my house, she follows me inside. I nod toward the back of the house where my bedroom overlooks the river. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She walks over and glances into the room while I put her suitcase down. I turn back in time to see her roll her eyes. “Leo, that bed is massive. There’s no reason that you have to sleep on the couch. Like four people could sleep in there comfortably. We can share, since I’m guessing there’s no way that you’ll let me sleep on the couch even if I offered.”
That sends my cock from half hard to full mast. Being close to her like this…I already need to dive into the river and hope the icy water takes care of me. “It’s not the size of the bed that’s going to keep me on the couch, Diana.” My voice is dark. Almost feral.
I watch her cheeks go pink and her chest rise and fall faster. But she doesn’t look away. “What’s the real reason?”
It’s like the words unlock something in me. I stalk towards her, backing her against the wall. If I hadn’t put myself close to her, I would have died this very second. Now I can breathe, and I want to do more.
Diana looks up at me, and I could be imagining that her hunger matches my own, but God, I want it to be real. “I want to kiss you again.”
Her face turns into a smirk. “It’s about fucking time. I’ve been waiting.”
I press her into the wall before she finishes the last word, mouth crashing down on hers with too much force. But she’s clawing at me with the same intensity, her mouth open beneath mine, tongue dancing. Her moan undoes me, and I press her harder into the wall so that my body is touching every part of her. So she can feel every fucking inch of me and know what’s coming.
Because there’s no going back now.
She’s the one that moves, pulling me into the bedroom, and I’m honestly not sure where our clothes go, but they’re gone and suddenly I’m staring at her perfect fucking body. Naked. It stops me in my tracks.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless.
I allow my eyes to take her in, roving down from her collarbones to her breasts, with nipples that are exactly the shade of pink that I imagined. Past her stomach and curving hips to her pussy and back. “I’m taking you in,” I say. “Because I’ve been imagining this for days, and also going to take you slowly.”
Stepping closer, I wrap my hand behind her neck and tilt her face up to mine. “I’m going to take my time.”
She shudders, closing her eyes. “Yes.”
I want to consume her and let us both burn. Taking it slow is going to be an exercise in torture. And at the same time, it’s going to be completely worth it.
This time when I kiss her, it’s slow. I ease her lips open and trace her tongue with mine. She tastes like tea and sweetness, and she wraps her arms around my neck so we’re tangled together. Now that her skin is under my hands…
Jesus.
I stroke down her back all the way to her ass, savoring her softness and hauling her directly against my body so I can feel all of her at once. My cock is hot and hard between us, and Diana moans when I press her against it. That sound is everything I wanted it to be and more.
I pull her back in one movement, thoroughly enjoying the glassy arousal in her eyes and lips swollen from me kissing the hell out of her. Diana’s hair is up in a knot, so I turn her around and undo it, running my hands through it before I yank her back to me. This hair is going to be tangled when I’m done with her.
My cock rests perfectly in the curve of her ass, and I’m having a vivid fantasy of taking her there too. I want everything from her. I deliberately run my hands up the front of her body.
“You feel so good,” I whisper in her ear. Her breasts fit in my hands perfectly, nipples hardening under my fingers until she gasps.