I switch to the other nipple, pinching the first one between my fingers. “Oh my God,” her voice is choked with arousal and lust. “I’ve never—”
My head snaps up. “You’ve never what?” If she’s a virgin, that won’t be a problem, but I need to know.
She smiles and looks a little nervous. “I’ve never had a man spend so much time with my nipples.” A small laugh.
I raise an eyebrow and move my face level with hers again. “Really?”
“No.”
“Because it’s barely been five minutes, Erin.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “I know.”
Slowly, I kiss her, drawing it out until I’ve stolen all her breath. “I didn’t say that to embarrass you,” I say against her lips. “I’m just a little shocked that any man who had the chance to be with you wouldn’t spend time worshipping your tits. Because they’re fucking perfect.”
Erin blushes deeper, the flush spilling down off her face to her chest and lower, and her eyes widen. “I—”
“And I’m guessing,” I say even more quietly, “that if no man has taken the time to do that, then they haven’t told you how properly gorgeous you are either.”
She shakes her head, lips pressed together.
I draw my lips along the line of her jaw. “There’s going to be a few new experiences for you tonight then.”
“Fuck.” The word shakes as she says it.
I move my mouth back along her skin until I reach her breasts again, and there isn’t an inch of her skin that I don’t touch. The softness of the crease underneath, the valley between them, the edges of her nipples. I study her breasts with my mouth until Erin is boneless underneath me. Completely relaxed and still clinging to me like I’m the air she needs to breathe.
And then I tease her nipples again, sucking on them until I hear Erin gasp. I brush them with my teeth and my tongue until they’re flushed a deeper red from all of my attention.
“They deserve more than that,” I say between laps of my tongue. “But there are other parts of you that I want to taste too.”
“I—” Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath, just offering those perfect tits to me again. “I can’t breathe.”
I just smile. “That’s part of the plan.”
“You have a plan?”
Shifting down her body so my hands are on the belt of her jeans, I smirk. “I do. And it involves you, your pussy, and my tongue. Possibly you screaming. And after that…I’ll play it by ear.”
“This is the furthest thing from how I imagined this night ending.”
“Not a bad thing, I hope?”
Erin snorts and then covers her face with her hands, laughing. It’s adorable. “Fuck no.” She meets my eyes again. “I would have had my vibrator between my legs imagining this anyway. This is way better.”
I undo her belt and tug her jeans off her hips, and she arches them off the couch to help. The thong she has on is a simple black one that matches her bra. But fuck, it’s the simple starkness of it that makes it so hot.
Lace and lingerie are sexy, but not necessary. Lingerie would not make me want to be between her legs any more than I do right now. My cock twitches at the knowledge that I’m going to absolutely fucking bury my tongue in her in a few seconds.
I get the jeans off her legs and toss them aside before pulling my own shirt off too.
“Holy shit.”
“What?” I ask with a laugh.
Erin shakes her head, and she hasn’t taken her eyes off me. “Real people don’t look like that.”
“I’m real. Want to touch me?”
She just blinks. “How the fuck do you look like that?”
“Luck, genetics, and spending twelve hours a day outdoors and hiking.”
“That’ll do it.” The way that she’s consuming me with her gaze like I’m an ice cream to be licked makes me lightheaded. All the blood in my body is headed south to my cock. I barely stifle a groan. It’s almost painful inside my jeans and when we get there, it’s going to feel so fucking good.
But first things first. I hook my fingers into her thong and strip them down her thighs. In the warm light of the fire, I can see that she’s already wet. Perfect and gorgeous.
“Tell me,” I say, settling between her legs and kissing the inside of her thigh, “have you ever been properly eaten out?”
“Define properly.”
“That answer probably tells me, but by ‘properly’ I mean that you’ve come on a man’s tongue. That he’s made you writhe and scream until you don’t remember your own name. Taken his time and made sure that you’re satisfied before he takes a damn thing from you.”
“No.”
I press a kiss to her other thigh. Closer to the promised land. “No to which part of it?”
“Any of it. No one’s ever…done that.”