“I guess so.”
“Quit that!” She slaps my hand.
“Ow.” I pull away from her, but end up laughing at her abrasiveness.
“I’m serious. You’re…amazing. Look what you’re doing for the community, for those who may be where you were not so long ago.” I could get lost in her warm brown eyes. “I think you’re wonderful, Dorian Strong.”
“Not a serial killer?” I tease, unable to take the direct compliment.
“If I live to see dawn, then I’ll know for sure.”
We both end up laughing. It feels so good, the release we both need in this moment. A tiny shiver runs across my shoulder blades.
“You’re cold.” She says, “And I’m hogging your blanket.”
“I’d rather you keep it.” I’m about to tell her I have at least a half-dozen in the hall closet, but I’m glad I wait.
“We could share.” She says, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the fire. My heart races in my chest, knowing that if I go over to the sofa, all bets are off. It’s been a year since I’ve been with anyone, and never in my life have I fell for this hard and this fast.
“I’m a good sharer.” I say, and slide onto the sofa. You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. If she can hear how loud my heart beats, she doesn’t let on. It’s like I’m a teenager, ready to make my move. Confident, yet somehow nervous.
“What’s funny?” She asks.
“Am I laughing?”
She’s so close to me, when she turns I can see the tiny freckles on the bridge of her nose. “You did.” She smiles, eyes dancing up and down from my eyes to my lips. “You just laughed.”
“I think it’s because,” I turn to face her. “Ever since you showed up, I’ve been thinking about what it would feel like to kiss you.”
Her tongue runs across her pink lips. “Is that right?”
I nod my head. “Yeah. Other things, too.”
She shifts her body, leaning toward me ever so slightly. “I have too.”
“Yeah?”
She huffs out a little laugh. “Yeah.”
My hand reaches for her face. I cup her soft cheek in my hand as I tilt my head and gently press my lips against hers. Softly at first, I taste her delicious lips like I’ve been dreaming about doing all day. She moans as I part her lips with my tongue, edging her body closer to mine so that she’s pressed against me. I stiffen in my pants, ready to tear all of her clothes off of her soft, sexy body, but I know it’s best if I pace myself.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I slowly unbutton the front of her blouse. Thea gasps as I cup her breast, palming it over her bra. Her head leans backward as my lips find the curve of her neck, planting a trail of hot kisses.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”
“I want you too, Dorian.” She says, as I unhook her bra, letting her breasts bob freely against her ribs. My hungry mouth finds her rock hard peak. I nip and suck as she fists the back of my head.
I’ve been so afraid of intimacy for so long, but this feels right. Everything about Thea feels exactly as it should. I know that I won’t fuck up with her like I did in the past. She screams goodness, and I fucking love her for it.
Thea wiggles out of her shirt and bra, tossing them to the side. I unbutton her pants and lay her down on the couch. “I can’t wait to taste you, Thea.” She shivers under my touch as I remove her jeans, then hook my thumbs into her underwear and pull them down over her round hips. I feel like I’m about to burst through my jeans, but I want to pleasure her first.
I part her legs and lower myself between them, inhaling her musky scent. “You smell amazing.” I run my tongue along her slit. “And taste even better.”
This gorgeous naked goddess on my couch writhes as I plunge one finger deep inside her moist wetness while I suck her tiny bundle of nerves between my lips. “Dorian, don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop, baby.” I tell her, the taste of her making me even hungrier for more of her. “You’re mine now.”
“I’m yours,” she moans, as I twist my finger deep inside of her, tapping her sensitive spot. Her back arches and I devour her delicious center once more.