"Fuck me," I say in a rasping voice I hardly recognize.
"That's the plan, isn't it?" Erica says with a grin.
She folds the towel closed, depriving me of the best view I've ever had. Not even the peak of the highest mountain in the Scottish Highlands compares to Erica Teague's body.
Something scratches my scalp, and I suddenly realize I've knotted my fingers in my hair. I shake my head slowly. "You are stunning. I cannae wait till I'm buried inside ye."
Her gaze drops to the bulge in my jeans. She tugs the towel tighter around herself and tucks one corner inside it, between her breasts, to secure the towel. Leaning back against the kitchen island, she waves at my jeans. "Your turn."
"What?" For a heartbeat, all I can do is stare at her. She can't mean it, can she? The lass is having me on. But I quickly realize shedoesmean it, and I want to give her a preview like the one she gave me. A sly grin curves my lips. "Suppose it's only fair."
I unhook the button on my jeans.
Erica watches my every movement as I toy with the zipper pull. She crosses her ankles, and the tip of her tongue pokes out between her lips.
I ease the zipper down ever so slowly, lower and lower, my focus on her face and the way her expression changes with every second that I leisurely draw the zipper downward. The lust on her face has me breathing harder too. First, the head of my erection emerges, then millimeter by millimeter, I reveal more of my cock.
She bites her upper lip, her gaze glued to myslat.
I skim the tip of my index finger along the length of my shaft as I keep pulling the zipper down, and I'm imagining Erica's finger touching me instead of my own. Pressure builds in my cock, but I keep going, tracing a path down my skin, moving that finger in time with the lowering of my zipper.
Erica's mouth is open, and her cheeks and upper chest are dappled with pink. She sounds breathless when she says, "No underwear?"
"Why bother? Don't plan on wearing clothes much this month." I unveil another inch of myslat.
Erica lunges side to side as if she's angling to get the best view, but she keeps her focus squarely on my groin.
Aye, she's getting as excited as I am. I chuckle softly, and all my lust is infused into that sound. "Like what you see?"
I drag the zipper down to the bottom and release the pull.
She grips the kitchen island as if she needs support.
Looking at my boaby can't be so arousing that she feels light-headed and weak.
Erica glides her tongue across her bottom lip. "Can I come over for a closer look?"
As much as I'd love to do that, I won't rush it. I zip up my jeans. "This was a preview, remember? We'll both look our fill this evening."
"So, we're on for tonight?"
"Nothing could keep me away."
"What about all day? Another picnic or something?"
"Afraid I can't see you today, my plans will take time. But tonight I'll give you a fine meal and a night you won't forget."
"Until later."
"Counting the minutes."
I end the call, take one last look at the beautiful woman next door, and hurry to the bathroom. That "preview" got me so hard I need to blow off some steam before I can get everything ready for tonight. Yes, I want our first sexual encounter to be more than a quick poke. Since I've talked Erica, a sweet and clever woman, into a four-week fling with me, I feel I should make tonight something we can both remember long after our month of sex is over and we go our separate ways.
I go into the bathroom and shed my clothes, then get into the shower and turn on the water, keeping it cold. With my back to the wall, I let the water sluice over my body, though I know a shower alone won't cure my problem. I take my cock in my hand and start pumping while in my mind I relive the moment when Erica showed me her naked body. My breathing grows heavier. I tip my head back, close my eyes, and let the cold water pummel my face.
Erica naked. Erica writhing. Her slick sheath gripping me.
I pump faster, slapping my free hand on the tile wall. "Mhac na galla."