I move her hands out of the way and bring them down on her legs. Then, I move up to unlatch her bra, revealing her breasts to me. I watch as her nipples, which are already hard, pebble tight when the cool air hits them.
My cock is so hard, it’s all I can do not to push her back and take her. I need to do this right, however. We leave for her family’s home soon. I don’t know if there’s anything between her and this jerk her sister is marrying, but I know I want her looking at me, thinking of me to fill her needs—before she sees him again.
Fuck, even now I’m lying to myself. I want her belonging to me before then. Which is why I need to make this… perfect.
I palm each breast in my hands. Their weight feeling perfect, the skin so soft I want to bury my face in them—or my cock. I brush my thumb carelessly across her nipple and get rewarded with here gasp. Her body shudders and the vibration is something I can feel just from our connection.
“Brody—”
My name on her lips brings out a possessiveness in me that I never knew existed before. I squeeze her tit tighter before I can catch myself. Tabitha jerks in my arms, but not to get away. If anything, she leans in closer. I shake my head to clear it. For the first time in my life, I am losing myself to a woman. I can’t even think straight. I move my hands down to her pants. She has on track pants that have a drawstring at the waist. I undo those easily and push them down her hips. She’s nervous—even skittish—but she helps me and in no time she’s sitting in front of me with nothing but a pair of royal blue panties. The color seems bright against her tanned skin.
Gorgeous.
Not for the first time it hits me, how incredibly lucky I was to be standing with Tabitha the day her sister showed up at the hospital. If I hadn’t been there, I would have never gotten to know this woman—I wouldn’t have allowed myself, even if I did want her.
“Brody, I’m not sure… I mean… This is new…” she mumbles brokenly, her face flaming red and a strand of hair has fallen from her ponytail. I reach up and move it to the side of her face and tuck it behind her ear. I let the pad of my thumb brush softly back and forth on the spot where her dimple is prominent when she laughs.
“We’ll go as slow as you want,” I reassure her, I do my best to keep the hunger I’m feeling out of my voice. If she knew how bad I want to tear those panties from her body and bury myself inside of her warm body, she’d probably take off running.
I let my hand drift slowly from her face, gently cupping the side of her neck and feeling her pulse vibrating against my palm. I move further down, memorizing her body as I go, the feel of her shoulder against my hand, her breast… I let my fingertips move over her ribs one by one. I’m a doctor, I’ve studied the human body inside and out for most of my adult life, but never has one been more beautiful than right now. I span her hips with my hand and she tenses as I gather the lace waist band of her panties. I let go immediately and instead let my finger brush back and forth just underneath the flimsy fabric.
“I—”
“Lay back and let me make you feel good, gorgeous.”
Her eyes look so round as if she’s a frightened colt ready to run. It makes me wonder how many men have been before me.
Could she be a virgin?
The thought of being the first to take her, to form that sweet little pussy to my cock—and only my cock is intoxicating. It doesn’t matter either way. My cock will be the last one to get inside of her.
She lies back against the sofa, her gaze locked with mine. I lick my lips as hunger surges through me.
“I’m just going to touch you, make you feel good,” I tell her, needing to calm her.
“It’s… been a long time,” she gasps, her eyes closing the moment my finger brushes against the wet lips of her pussy.
Not a virgin then.
Fair enough. When I’m done she won’t remember anyone before me.
She’s so wet, she’s drenching my fingers and I’ve not even made it inside. I slide two fingers between her lips and seek out her clit. It’s pulsating, throbbing so hard it jumps against my fingertips. I rub it slowly in a circular motion and then push into it. She cries out and her legs fall a little further apart, making more room for me. I go to my knees on the floor, between her legs. The sweet scent of her pussy reaches me, calls to me. I shiver, hungry with the need to possess her. I trap her clit between my fingers, pinching it before rubbing the sting out of it.