He flicks the button of my jeans. I lift my hips to help him pull them down my legs. “No underwear.”
“I got dressed in a hurry.” My feet hit the floor. I make sure my legs are closed, feeling a little shy for the first time in my life. I wasn’t lying when I said that I got ready in a hurry. I pretty much threw whatever I could find on and got out of my room before I could change my mind. I didn’t expect to meet anyone. I really didn’t think I’d be hit on by anyone with what I was wearing. It all worked out because for some reason I don’t want to be in sexy underwear for him. To be dressed up in pretty things. I want to be bare to him. For him to see me as I truly am. For him to want me for me. To desire me without all the bells and whistles.
“Show me.” His fingers run down the outsides of my thighs as I part my legs for him. I’m used to not having a ton on around other people. It’s part of the job. I’ve had to change outfits in a pinch before in a room full of other people doing the same thing, needing to be out on the runway a few minutes later. I’m not shy about my body. But with Mr. Blue Eyes, it’s different. He’s asking for me to show him somewhere that no one has ever seen. And I’m going to.
His eyes drop from mine as they slowly move down my body to between my open thighs. “Sweetness,” he breathes out before he moves. I let out a small scream of surprise when he grabs me by my hip, his mouth going to where his eyes were moments ago as he pins me down to the bed. His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
My cry of surprise quickly turns into a moan of pleasure. My hips try to come off the bed but he keeps me pinned to it as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oliver.” I moan out his name.
“You’re even sweeter than I thought you’d be.” He groans against me. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it back into his mouth.
“I’m going to come.” I shudder with a breath. I don’t know how. It is happening so fast. He only got his mouth on me seconds ago and I am already about to go off.
“Give it to me, sweetness. There will be more. Let it go. I told you the first round would be quick.”
I do. The orgasm hits me hard. Again, I try and lift my hips but he keeps me pinned to the bed as he licks and sucks as much pleasure as he can from me.
“Oliver.” I jerk against his mouth as he kisses my clit. I swear I can feel him smile, placing another kiss there before trailing them up my body.
My eyes flutter open when he shifts us, moving us to the center of the bed. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” How many times have I heard that? Why does it feel so different coming from him? I bite my lip knowing my fair skin is tinting a rosy shade of pink.
“Innocent too?” He kisses my cheek and then the other. He has no idea. I wonder if I should tell him but all those thoughts leave me when I feel the tip of his cock breach my opening. When the heck did he lose his pants? I’m guessing when I was in orgasm heaven. Not that I care. I want this so badly. I need to feel his body moving against mine.
“More.” I lift my hips again. This time I can move. He slips inside me a little more, stretching me with every inch he gives me.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I swear his blue eyes turn a shade darker. His jaw goes hard as he clenches it. At the same time, I clench around the head of his cock. My body is begging for more. I kiss his jaw.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asks.
“You’re beautiful too?” I kiss him again.
He barks out a laugh. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful.” My mouth trails kisses up the scar that runs from his temple all the way to his jaw. The cut definitely wasn’t clean. It looks rough and ragged. I haven’t come up with the courage to ask him how he got it.
“You are.” I turn my head so my mouth brushes against his. I taste myself on him.
“You’re testing all of my will.”
I kiss his mouth softly. “Is that a bad thing?” I wrap myself around him. He too is testing me. In different ways. I am enjoying them all.