With her spread out before me, a feast for my eyes, I was incapable of lying to her.
She nodded jerkily before she fell back. “Yeah, okay.”
Her hand stayed in my hair, a constant reassurance that she was right here with me. I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them over her hips and down her long legs. “You’re so sexy.”
Why had I always thought of her as slim when she was curvy in all the right places? I separated her folds, licking her.
She arched off the couch into my mouth.
I hoped she trusted me to make her feel good because it was the only goal on my mind. I wanted to feel, touch, and taste. While I worked her over with my tongue, I reached to palm her breast, and she moaned. She was writhing on the leather, completely out of control.
I loved that I had this effect on her. I wondered if any of the other guys she’d been with made her feel like this, and I sure as fuck hoped not. I wanted to be the guy to blow her mind. To show her how amazing sex could be—not with the right guy, but with the guy who knew what he was doing.
I pushed back on the idea that I was a temporary fling for her and not the guy she wanted long term. Nothing mattered but this moment.
I pulled her bra cup down, pinching her nipple. It was like I’d lit a firecracker; her hips moved in time with my mouth, and she couldn’t contain her breathy moans. She was a hot little thing. “You’re so sexy.”
My words seemed to urge her on, reassuring her that everything she did in the moment was exactly right.
She tugged sharply on my hair, and I knew she was close. I added a finger, then two, pumping inside her, then feeling that rough spot on her inner wall, and curled my fingers in a come-hither motion.
“Oh. God.”
When I did it a second time and sucked her clit hard, she arched, her walls tightening as she clamped down on my fingers. When she came down, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve before moving up her body, pausing to drop kisses on her stomach. I settled over her and wrapped my lips around her nipple. My cock lodged against her hot, wet pussy.
I wished there was nothing between us, but it was too soon. I knew my jeans would be covered with her juices, but I relished the idea.
Then I lifted up, kissing her, letting her taste her essence in my mouth. Kissing her cheek and jaw, I couldn’t get enough of her. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
“And you’re unreal.”
“Oh, I assure you, I’m very real.”And all yours for tonight. I was putty in her hands. I’d do whatever she wanted. Follow wherever she went.
“That was—”
“Amazing. Mind-blowing.”
She waved a hand lazily over her head. “All of that and more.”
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face.
“Are you smirking?”
“I’m happy. Very, very happy.” Her partially naked under me was some teenage fantasy come to life. The girl next door with tan skin and beautiful curves comes into my garage, puts on some tunes, and dances over to me. It was a dream. A lovely dream I never wanted to wake up from.
Pair it with the way I felt around her in general, and she was the perfect girl. The one who’d never want a guy like me. I gathered her to me, moving her so that she was cradled in front of me on the couch, her head resting on my bicep.
She reached around for me. “But what about you?”
“I’m good.” I was hard as a rock, but I’d survive.
She twisted in my arms, that gleam back in her eye. She cupped me through my jeans, and my hips bucked in response. “What if I want to help?”
“Don’t feel like you have to.” My tone was guttural. I wanted her hands on me more than anything.
She slid my zipper down, the sound loud in the waiting room. The music played softly in the cavernous garage.
Her hand slid into my briefs and wrapped around my girth.