Her hips flex, and her center presses hard against the tip of my engorged erection. I pause, holding her, while I gather control. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her fingers tousle my hair.
“Are you sure?” I’ll only ask once, but I will confirm consent.
“Yes.” Her chin tilts up. “Don’t let me think too much about it.”
She’s second-guessing this. But she doesn’t need to. Sex is healthy.
“Shall I tie your hands?” I would like to tie her hands. Complete control. Freedom to roam her body and explore. To tease her with my mouth and fingers until she begs.
Those eyes cut to the narrow windows above her bed. The wooden shutters are open. The windows face the side of the street, high enough up that no one should be able to see in. Two large windows on the adjacent wall face the back yard.
“Close the shutters.”
I set her down on the bed and lean into her, grinding against her center as I plunder her mouth. I squeeze her breast through her shirt and pinch her nipple. She doesn’t react, so I pinch harder, and she squirms, her thigh rubbing against my hard-on. Her hands reach for me, but I step away. I want her just like that…eager and needy.
The shutters click closed with one bat of my hand. Sunlight filters through small cracks. I grip my shirt at my waist and tug, lifting it over my head. My shorts do nothing to hide my arousal.
Those green eyes hesitate. Is she rethinking this? We both need a release. Meaningless sex is all I do. Can she handle it?
I reach behind her head and tug, pulling at the band at the base of her braid, freeing the strands. Her dark hair cascades down her back and along her shoulders.
I’m going to see her again. Will that be a problem?
She mimics my earlier actions and holds on to the end of that tiny shirt. She pulls it up, over her head, exposing a sheer white bra and two perfect breasts. She reaches behind her, and the bra straps slide down her smooth shoulders, and she sends the scrap of material flying. Her nipples are every bit as sexy as I’ve imagined ever since seeing them through sheer fabric. Those perky, dark, aroused nipples beg to be sucked. Her long stomach is smooth, and it curves to her rounded hips. She’s fucking gorgeous.
What we’re doing might be unwise. Sex might cause problems. But I don’t give a damn.
The dim room hides the shade of those forest eyes. Her arms are behind her. She supports her weight on her palms and, by doing so, thrusts her delectable chest out, those tempting, luscious nipples visibly turned on. I toe off my shoes. She rises, and her fingers cover the band on her skirt.
I cover her fingers with mine and give a slight shake of my head.
“You want to undress me?”
She shouldn’t have to ask.
“Are you not speaking now? The way you’re looking at me…it’s the same way you looked at me when you barged in the bedroom before. I wasn’t sure…but I think you like what you see.”
I find it hard to swallow. The skirt glides easily over her hips and over those never-ending legs, exposing a matching sheer thong.
My throat tightens, and I force my swallow as I take her in and finally find my voice. “You like lingerie.”
“I think you do, too.”
The sheer thong bordered by white silk renders an alluring glow.
“You think?” I never really paid attention to lingerie. But she might be right. Last night I stroked myself with visions of her in red lace. What I really want is to get her out of it. To explore her. To sink inside her.
“Do you have a scarf? Or a tie?”
“I don’t want you to tie me up. I’m not…” Her words trail, and she shakes her head. She doesn’t trust me enough for that. I read her loud and clear.
I grip her hips and tug her to the edge of the bed. I get down on my knees. My thumbs loop under the thin straps. I gaze up into her dark eyes as I slowly drag her panties down her thighs, the hard pads of my fingers brushing her soft silky skin, over her knees, and down her calves. I let the slip of fabric fall to the floor.
My lips trail whisper-light kisses up her thighs to her trimmed apex. I press directly above her slit. With her gaze fixed on me, watching, I taste her. My tongue slips inside, and she inhales. Her feet rest on my shoulders, and I pull her closer to the edge of the bed and feast. Each moan, each mewl, each twist of her hips fuels me on. Her coming from my tongue becomes my one desire, my singular afternoon aim. My teeth graze over her sensitive nub as I force two fingers inside, and she lurches forward. Her feet slam against my back as her first orgasm escapes.
I rise off my knees, and she uses her feet to push my shorts down.
“I want you.”