She wrinkles her nose. “This is the strangest pre-sex conversation I’ve ever had.”
My blood turns hot at her words. “So you’re saying we’re going to have sex?” I tell myself not to get my hopes up too high, but she did say pre-sex, so...
“Isn’t that what we’re leading up to?”
“Yeah.” I briefly kiss her, and when I pull away, her lips follow after mine, like she doesn’t want to stop. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“Right.” She touches my chest, her fingers branding my bare skin. “Same here.”
“Are you sure?” Again with the asking. But I’m not going to push her into anything she doesn’t want to do. She has to know the score. This is meaningless.
Just fun.
No strings.
“So sure,” she murmurs just before she leans in and presses her damp lips to my chest. That first touch is like a jolt of electricity to my junk, and when she keeps kissing me, her tongue darting out to lick my nipple, well fuck.
A man can restrain himself for only so long.
I grab hold of her and pick her up, carrying her over to the bed. She’s a squealing, squirming woman in my arms, her constant movement causing her dress to become looser and looser, and when I basically toss her onto the bed, the sleeves fall completely off her arms, leaving her bare above the waist except for the bra.
And she’s not wrong when she described it as industrial. That sucker is holding her breasts in so well, I can hardly see them. Just a hint of cleavage. Smooth, creamy skin.
My fingers are itching to touch her there.
I join her on the bed and kiss her, one hand on her cheek, the other moving to her back, fingers fumbling with the bra clasp. It takes a couple of attempts—her tongue in my mouth is a total distraction—but I finally undo it. She’s so caught up in the kiss, she doesn’t seem to notice when I push the straps from her shoulders, helping them slide down until they’re at her elbows. And when I break the kiss and pull away from her, she keeps her eyes closed while I take her bra completely off and toss it onto the floor.
Her eyes fly open as realization sets in, one arm shifting to cover her abundant chest. But all she manages to do is cover her nipples and plump her breast
s up, making them look even sexier.
“Stop,” I tell her, gently removing her arm away from her chest and then pressing two fingers against her shoulder. “Lay down.”
She does as I ask, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly lowers her head onto the pillow. Her breasts are full and lush and topped with perfectly pink, perfectly hard nipples. Her dress is now bunched up around her waist, so I reach for the fabric and tug down, quickly removing it so now she’s lying before me in a pair of lacy cream-colored panties and nothing else.
“You look pretty fuckin’ sexy to me,” I tell her as I sweep my hands along the sides of her legs, my fingers sliding over her thighs until I’m pushing them apart. “I like your panties.”
“Cannon,” she says, like I’m in trouble, but her voice is too shaky and breathless for me to take her seriously.
She likes what I’m saying. And how I’m touching her.
“Whatcha got under here?” I ask as my fingers toy with the side of her underwear. The fabric is thin. I could tear those panties right off her without any trouble, but I don’t want to scare the woman.
“I think you know what I’ve got under there,” she says, a full body shudder overtaking her when I slip my fingers inside and encounter pubic hair.
“Hmm, I think I’ll wait.” I remove my hand from her panties and shift over her, dropping my head to her chest. I kiss her there, pressing my lips to the center where I can feel her wildly beating heart. I turn my attention to one breast, kissing and licking, nibbling her skin while I caress her other breast with busy fingers. Circling and circling, making that nipple extra hard while I continue to kiss and lick her right breast.
“Oh God,” she gasps when I draw her nipple into my mouth and give it a firm pull. I pinch the other nipple while I continue to suck and she bucks beneath me, as if I’ve shocked her. I trade off to the other nipple, sucking and pinching, licking and biting. She’s clawing at my back, her nails sharp even through the fabric of my shirt, and I yank away from her, shoving my shirt off so it falls onto the floor.
I press her into the mattress, covering her entire body with mine, my hips between her thighs, my bare chest against hers. My mouth finds hers and we kiss wildly, tongues and teeth everywhere, her moans already driving me to the brink. I touch her everywhere I can reach and she does the same, those fluttering hands hovering over my dick. Unable to help myself, I press against her palm, give her exactly what she’s been seeking, and when she starts stroking me, I swear to fucking God, I see stars.
“Not gonna come that way,” I tell her, the words falling between her lips as we continue to kiss.
“I want you to come inside me,” she whispers back, her bold words driving me on.
Though she better mean come inside her while I’m wearing a condom…
One more long, languid kiss and then I’m off the bed, kicking off my stupid shoes, shucking my pants and underwear to the floor. I then have to grab them again to pull my wallet out, flipping it open to find the single condom I leave in there for moments just like this.