She is so fucking hot that I am done playing games. I need to be closer to her.
I hook my thumbs over the waistband of my shorts and slowly tug them down, letting my hard-on free as the shorts slide down to the floor.
I deal with her bikini bottom next, tugging them down and sending those strawberries to the floor.
I bring one arm under her knees, the other around her back, pick her up in my arms, and carry her to bed.
It’s the first time she is sober when I carry her. Both of us are naked. The thought lingers in the back of my head and dissipates when I lay her down on my sheets, cover her naked body with mine, and kiss her.
“Are you nervous?” I ask softly between the kisses.
“I think I want you more than I am nervous,” she murmurs.
I take her hand and bring it down to my erection, letting her touch it and get used to it. It’s been in her mouth but not in her hand, and my cock feels rock-hard, about to burst, when she starts stroking it softly.
I slide my hand between her legs, sinking into her wetness. She is soaked. That fact alone makes me want to sink my tongue into her pussy instead of her mouth.
The more I play with her pussy, the harder she rolls her hips, gasping and whimpering into my mouth. She is drenching my fingers. But I don’t want her to come. I want her to yearn for my cock instead.
“Kai,” she whispers finally, “I want you.”
That’s it. My baby girl is needy.
I pull away and slide my hand under the pillow where I have a condom that I put there just the other day. I pray she doesn’t ask. But she takes my hand to stop me.
“I have an implant,” she says.
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“A birth control one,” she explains.
I am not sure I know what it means, but the thought of being bare inside her is more than I can handle. My cock screams for her as I settle between her thighs.
“Knees up, baby girl,” I say, then crown her soaked entrance and push in gently.
She looks away, her hands awkwardly on my shoulders.
I still.
“Baby girl, look at me.”
She does.
That’s right.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I order softly. This moment is more intimate than anything I’ve ever had with anyone.
Her hands grip my shoulders harder.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll be gentle,” I comfort her, though I have no idea how to be. Except I thrust in, and there is a slight resistance.
A sharp gasp escapes her.
“Just hold on to me,” I murmur.
One more gentle thrust, hitting an invisible barrier, and she bites her lip.
And then I slide almost all the way out and thrust harder, sinking into her.