“I made sandwiches and a salad because I thought you might be hungry.” She motioned at the bowl and plate then turned to me.
I cupped her cheek, running my thumb over her soft skin. “I am,” I agreed in a low voice.
She flushed, then bit her lower lip. “For food?”
I chuckled low in my throat. “Maybe later.”
I hooked my thumbs under her shirt and slid it down her arms. It fluttered to the floor. Greta’s nipples hardened under the silky fabric of her nightgown, their outline tantalizing. I leaned down for another kiss. “I want to taste you first. Is that all right?”
Her yes was hardly more than an exhale. Grabbing her waist, I lifted her onto the counter and pushed between her legs. I fused our lips once more and cupped her neck with one hand while my other stroked Greta’s arm and shoulder lightly. Soon goosebumps covered her body and she hooked her legs around my hips, bringing us even closer. I trailed my fingertips over the outside of her thigh. Her fingers on my shoulders tightened, and she pushed against me even harder. I cupped her breast and pulled back from our kiss, leaving Greta’s lips swollen and her face flushed. I lowered my gaze to watch my hand on Greta’s breast. Her nipple became rock harder against my palm as I massaged it through the fabric. I hooked my index finger under the spaghetti strap and dragged it down until a perky nipple came into view. I swiped my thumb over it then wetted the pad and repeated the motion. Greta’s lips parted as she watched my hand the same way I did. I took her little bud between my thumb and forefinger, then twirled it gently back and forth before I began plugging a bit harder. Greta moaned and rocked her hips against mine. I continued my explorations of her pretty breasts for a while, until Greta was panting and my own arousal was very uncomfortable.
I cleared my throat then rasped, “Lift your hips.” She did as I asked and I slid her nightgown down. She wore a white thong this time, a tiny piece of lace that clung to her pussy and was completely soaked. Stroking the insides of her thighs, I really drank in the sight of her, the outline of her slit, the way the string disappeared between two perfectly rounded ass globes, the soft contour of her pubic hair against the lace. It all turned me on like nothing else ever had.
I felt possessive and hungry. I felt as if I might go crazy if I didn’t stake my claim on Greta in every way possible. And I also felt a little unhinged and desperate because this was something I wanted all the time but couldn’t have. Fuck. I wasn’t used to not getting what I want, and it made me want to prove she was mine even more.
“Kneel for me,” I demanded.
She began to lower herself from the counter but I stopped her. Confusion flickered in her eyes.
“On the counter with your ass toward me.”
She bit her lip again and she climbed up on the counter and got on her knees and hands, with her ass pointing teasingly at me.
I swallowed as I regarded the way her string wedged between her pussy lips in this position too.
“Amo?”
“You are too perfect for words.” I touched her ass, my fingertips ghosting over the smooth skin then up her back, over the bumps of her spine then back down again. I slid my thumb under the string of the thong and slowly pulled at it until it slid out between her ass cheeks and pussy lips, drenched as if she’d taken a swim.
“Fuck, Greta. I want nothing more than to make you mine, than to bury myself to the hilt inside of you.”
I hadn’t meant to voice my thoughts like that, but seeing her in this position made me lose control.
Greta tensed then glanced over her shoulder at me, her brows puckered. “Wouldn’t this be a very painful position for a first time?”
“I’m not going to take your virginity today and definitely not like this,” I growled, close to losing my mind entirely. If I ever took Greta’s innocence, which I shouldn’t even consider doing, I’d do it right. With her in my arms, in a cozy bed.
I didn’t allow myself to dwell on the thought.
“Okay,” she said simply. I kissed her left then her right ass cheek before I ran my thumb over the tantalizing crease, groaning at her arousal. My thumb glided under her thong, brushing her swollen folds then her opening. I pulled down her thong to her knees then lightly ran my fingertips over her pussy. I allowed my index finger to circle her opening then dipped only the very tip in. I exhaled at the sight. Shaking my head, I took a step back. “Turn around. I need to see your face.”
Greta elegantly turned until she faced me once more with her legs parted after she’d kicked off her thong as she sat on the kitchen counter. She regarded my face with quiet scrutiny. “Is everything okay?”
I chuckled bitterly and stepped up to her, my hands cupping her face. “Just trying to maintain control,” I murmured before I kissed her.
I could see the questions in her face but I intensified our kiss, distracting her busy mind. Soon Greta stroked my chest through my shirt. She began to open the buttons until she could part my shirt. With her short nails she teased my abs and chest. I gripped her wrists, kissed one then the other palm before I put her hands down on the counter. “Let’s ignore my need for tonight,” I urged. My lust for Greta had accumulated like a thunderous storm cloud over the last few weeks, and today it mingled with frustration and dark hunger, both of which had no place when I was intimate with Greta.
I ran my knuckles down her belly then stroked my index and middle finger along Greta’s pussy. Greta watched with half lidded eyes as I used my two fingers to part her folds so I could massage the sensitive inner part. My fingers glistened with Greta’s need. Soon Greta rocked her hips against my hand, her lips parted, expression tight with passion. I sped up, focusing more attention on her clit. It didn’t take long for Greta to lose herself to her orgasm under my ministrations and my mouth became dry when she threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat. I leaned forward, my lips brushing her skin, then parting. But I stopped myself in the last moment, my teeth already against her throat. I couldn’t mark Greta like that.
I moved back and our gazes locked.
There was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t, wouldn’t.
“More,” Greta begged and I smirked, glad she distracted me from my stupidity. “More?” I asked quietly, my voice tight with arousal. I could probably come in my pants if I really focused. She gave a terse nod and I ran my middle finger over her slit, back and forth. She was so wet. “Greta, I want—”
Before I could tell her, I wanted to put my finger in her, she put her hand on mine and used light pressure. “Amo, I need…I don’t know. I need…”
I knew what she needed. I kissed her gently then rubbed the pad of my middle finger over her opening before I pushed my tip into her.