"I feel like I'm sixteen," he confesses, then seals his lips over mine again.
He might feel like a teenager, but he kisses and touches like a man. His hands slide down my back, grabbing my ass and lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. When I press my center against him, he releases a deep, primal groan. It sounds like a promise: that he'll make love to me, and he's going to make me feel things I never have before.
***
Christopher
She melts in my arms, pressing her soft curves against me. Damn. The way she gives herself to me without restraint nearly has me exploding. I carry her in my arms, only putting her feet back on the floor when we reach the bedroom. After switching on the light, I feast on her delicate skin, kissing her neck, licking the hollow at the base of her throat. She rewards me with a moan, pushing her hips against me.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, you're not going to want to leave my bed."
She chuckles, though her breath catches. "It's a good bed."
"Lie on it," I demand, and she does as I say.
"Are you going to join me, or what?"
Lowering myself on the bed, I grab the hem of her sweater and push it up, my mouth trailing along every inch of skin I expose.
"You're beautiful," I whisper to her, discarding her sweater next to the bed. Drinking in the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist, I cup one of her breasts over her bra and Victoria arches against me, inviting me. It's all I can do not to do away with her jeans and bury myself inside her. No, I want to taste her first. I place my mouth on her collarbone, descending until the fabric of her bra meets the skin, licking her there. The effect is instantaneous. Her hips arch up, colliding with my groin.
"Christopher."
Hearing my name come out of her mouth is as much a turn-on as seeing her come undone before me. Like a man possessed, I unclasp her bra, needing her bare before me. Her nipples are puckered, begging for my attention, and damn, I plan to lavish them with attention. Worship them, along with every other part of her. When I cover one nipple with my mouth, she fists my hair, tugging at it. My woman's feisty, and I love it. I flick my tongue against the hardened nub, while my hands work on unzipping her jeans.
Unhitching my mouth from her sensitive skin, I pull back to make enough space to tug her pants down her thighs and toss them away. One glance at her soaked thong and my control falters. Victoria lifts her hips off the bed, giving me a peek of the perfect roundness of her ass. She pushes her panties down to her ankles, kicking them off. Then she opens her thighs, inviting me.
I lower myself until my mouth hovers directly above her center. I trail my finger up and down the rim of her opening, enjoying the way she writhes against the sheets, eager for more. I slide one finger inside her with ease.
"More. I want more," she whispers.
"You're a feisty little thing," I reply, but oblige, sliding in a second finger and curling both of them, touching a sensitive spot inside her.
"Oh, God. That feels—Oh!"
I'm so hard I can barely stand it, but I want to make sure she's ready first. I could spend days pleasuring her and wouldn't get enough. Her eyelids flutter shut as I slide my fingers in and out of her. When I press my thumb on her clit, she clenches around my fingers. Energy zips down my spine, and my cock throbs painfully against the waistband of my jeans.
"What are you doing?" she complains as I pull out my fingers.
"I want to taste you."
Slipping my hands under her ass, I lift her until my mouth is directly in front of her center. I swipe my tongue along the length of her ripe flesh once, and then again. With every swipe, Victoria shudders, the muscles in her ass cheeks tightening. Then I slip my tongue inside her, driving her crazy. Driving myself crazy. Hearing her whimpers and moans of pleasure is the best aphrodisiac in the world.
"Christopher, I want you inside me. Please."
My plan is to torture her some more, but her next words undo me.
"I need you."
The next minutes are a blur. I descend from the bed, retrieving a condom from the back pocket of my jeans. No, I don't usually walk around with a condom in my back pocket, but I brought one tonight. What can I say? I'm an optimistic guy. I lose my clothes with lightning speed, and when I look at her again, a shadow crosses her features. I lie next to her, cupping her jaw, watching her chest rise up and down with quick breaths, which further betray her nervousness.
As I move over her, I interlace my fingers with hers, kissing her neck. I want her to feel that this isn't just quick fun for me. I don't know what it is, but it's not that. The tension bleeds away from her, and she relaxes underneath me. I enter her slowly. Damn it, I was planning to be gentle with her tonight, but feeling her inner walls clench around me makes that impossible.
Blind with need for her, I pull out, grasping each of her ankles and placing them on my shoulders. Then I bury myself inside her. Victoria gasps, biting down on her plump lip. I ease in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, intermingling with our groans.
"You feel so good," I tell her. "So good."
My thumb rests on her sensitive spot, applying a slight pressure while my hips slam against her more ferociously. Her breasts move in sync, and fuck, what a sight she is. I could watch her forever. Pausing, I take a deep breath, trying to keep in check the white-hot current that shoots right through my groin. Pushing her legs to the side, I lean forward until my lips are level with hers.