This time when I slide my hands under her sweater, she doesn’t stop me, not even when I pull it off her head, revealing her lacy, black bra.
“My god, you are so beautiful,” I groan, running my hands over her soft skin before cupping one of her perfect breasts. Memories of how good she’d tasted flood back to me, and when I run my tongue over her lace-covered nipple, she moans and arches up to me, reminding me of just how greedy and eager she can be.
I slide my hands behind her back and meet her eyes, waiting for the okay. When she nods, I unhook her bra and throw it behind me, groaning when she’s topless and giving me a shy smile. She runs her fingers through my hair, holding me close as I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, letting my teeth graze her skin because I remember how much it made her moan and rock against me even harder in the sauna.
This time when I do it, she grips my hair harder and wraps her long legs around me, pulling me tighter against her. I kiss my way to her other tit, flicking my tongue against her nipple, loving the way she squirms beneath me. I want to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body. She’s all toned muscle and feminine softness, and the combination is making my damn head spin. I’ve never wanted to be lost inside someone so badly in my life. I’ve always kept my distance from people, never letting anyone get too close, but Moira is threatening to tear all that down.
Fear starts to creep in, even as I try my damnedest to block it out. I see my hands on her smooth, creamy skin, and for one horrible moment, I see them covered in blood again, smearing her perfect skin with the sins of my past. I close my eyes, willing the image to go away, and when I open them again, bloody handprints no longer mar her perfect skin. I know I’m not worthy to touch her, but even after that image I can’t bring myself to let go. A better man would get up and leave, spare her the taint of my skin and everything I’ve done, but I’ve never been that kind of man. I’ve always taken what I wanted, acted on instinct without a thought to the consequences.
And right now I want to hear Moira scream my name. If I can’t do it with my cock, then I can damn well do it with my mouth.
I kiss my way down her flat stomach and start to undo her pants.
“Nikolai,” she pants, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, already so lost to her own arousal.
“Relax, beautiful, I know the rules.” I give her a wink and unzip her jeans. “I need to taste you again.”
“Again?”
I laugh and kiss the newly revealed skin right above her lacy panties. “You came on my leg, Moira. Did you really think I wouldn’t taste what you left behind? That I could resist running a finger over my soaked thigh and bringing it to my lips?”
God, just the memory of how good she’d tasted has my jaws tingling and my tongue more than ready to part her sweet lips and dip inside. I sit back and pull her jeans off, groaning at the sight of her in nothing but see-through, lacy, black panties. I know that when I pull those off, it’s going to test my willpower more than anything else in life ever has.
I run my hands up her long legs before hooking my fingers under the thin strings at her hips and slowly pulling them off. She’s even more beautiful than I remember her being, a thing I hadn’t even thought possible. If anything, I thought I’d exaggerated how gorgeous she was that night, but my mind had downplayed it, probably in an attempt to keep me sane.
When my eyes reach her face, I’m surprised by what I see. I’ve never seen her look so vulnerable and unsure of herself. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear this was her first time having a man undress her. I immediately push aside the thought of her with anyone other than me so I don’t go crazy with jealousy, and instead run my hands over her body, reassuring myself that she’s here with me now and that nothing else matters.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, lowering my face as she spreads her thighs for me.
When I’m pressed against her smooth skin, I breathe in the scent of her, amazed at the effect it has on me. It makes me want to bury myself inside her and feel her body cling to mine as she writhes and moans beneath me. Knowing that’s not an option, at least for tonight, I grab onto her thighs, spreading her wider, and run my tongue up her wet slit. She lets out a gasp and runs her hands through my hair again.
“I should tease the hell out of you,” I tell her in between kisses and licks. “I should bring you right to the point of orgasm and then walk right out the damn door.”
She whimpers a protest and rocks her hips up to me, begging me with her body to not stop.
“Lucky for you, I’m a generous lover.”
I laugh at the relieved sigh she gives and run my tongue over her swollen clit, smiling when she starts to whimper. She’s so damn wet, and her inner thighs are already starting to shake. I know it’s not going to take her long. I slide my tongue into her, groaning at the taste and feel of her, and when I lick my way back to her clit, all it takes is one good suck and she’s screaming my name and bucking against me, reminding me of how damn sexy she’d looked the other night, taking her pleasure as she used me like her damn plaything.
When she starts to come down, I slide a finger into her, groaning at how damn wet and tight she feels and gently lick her overly sensitive clit, slowly bringing her back to where I want her. As soon as she can take it, I run my tongue over her, giving her a hard flick before pressing tightly against her swollen nub and rubbing her in tight, fast circles until she’s coming again, tightening around my finger and making me use every ounce of willpower I possess to keep from joining her in what would be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
I keep working her gently until her body relaxes and she lets out an adorable laugh and looks down at me with absolute awe while I lick and kiss her clean. Sliding my finger from her, I suck her juices off me and give her satisfied pussy one last kiss before making my way up this ridiculous airbed and lying beside her.
She turns her head, giving me the cutest, loopiest grin. “Wow,” is all she says, making me laugh as I run my fingers down her flushed cheek, memorizing every line of her face, every freckle, and every shade of green in her eyes.
“I want to do something for you,” she says, turning on her side and pressing her hand against my chest, trying to get me to lay flat on my back.
I resist and stay where I’m at. Ignoring my aching cock, I say, “You don’t have to do anything. If I can survive the other night, I can survive anything.”
“I really am sorry about that.” She gives me a shy, embarrassed smile. “You must have been miserable.”
“Don’t be sorry. That was hands down the sexiest thing anyone’s ever done to me, even if it was also the most painful.”
She runs her hands down my chest and abs, and when she keeps going, palming my cock and giving me a tight squeeze, I groan and bring my mouth to hers as she rolls me on my back and fumbles with the button on my jeans. I smile at her eagerness, but when she gets my zipper undone and slides her hand into my boxer briefs, I mutter a “Fucking hell,” against her lips and kiss her harder.
Somehow we manage to get my jeans and boxers off without deflating the damn bed or falling off it, and the temptation to bury myself inside her now that we’re both naked is unlike anything I’ve ever known. I’m just about to suggest we just go back to my place when she starts to kiss a line down my chest, stopping to explore my tattoos with her tongue. I run my hands through her auburn hair, fisting it gently so I can see her face. I want to watch every second of what’s about to happen.
She runs her tongue over my abs, forcing a groan from me as well as enough precum to put my teenage self to shame. By the time she wraps her lips around my head, I’m so close to the edge all I can do is grit my teeth and hope like hell I can manage to hang on long enough for her to actually give me a blowjob.