He presses his hard cock against my thigh and switches to the other boob.
I gasp, lifting my hips. “Aw, fuck,” I mutter. “Aw, my God.” What he’s doing with his lips isn’t okay. He’s sucking my nipple so hard that my core is begging for him. I need him right now. I reach for his pants as he takes my entire Camdenst in his mouth. I pull his zipper down, and then he sits up.
“Baby,” he chuckles.
The desire is ripping through me right now, dazing me from anything rational. I don’t waste a second. I don’t want to hear what he’s about to say, so I pull his pants down just enough as I kiss his lower abs. No, I make out with his lower abs. His V-line is insanely hot. I pull his pants down but leave his briefs up. I catch a glimpse of what’s bulging beneath it, and a new thrill jolts through my body.
“May I?” I ask, not wanting to assume.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He kisses me, and I’m ready as ready could ever be. His sister can send me to the depths of hell for doing this, but I don’t care. All I care about is this man and how much we like each other.
He lays me down beneath him and kisses his way down my body slowly. He bites the top of my jeans and says, “Can I take these off?”
I nod.
He unbuttons them, keeping his eyes on mine. Then he looks down. “Pink?”
I smile awkwardly. I hadn’t considered he’d be seeing my pink underwear tonight, but here we are. He glides the jeans down my legs, pulling them off each leg. Then he folds them and puts them on his desk.
“Your turn,” I say, feeling my boobs jiggle as I sit up and reach for his pants. He steps off the bed and lets me pull them down. His raging hard-on is right in front of my face, and it takes all of my willpower not to reach out and put it in my mouth. I grab his pants, fold them, and place them right next to mine. Now we’re standing across from each other. His eyes keep trailing down my body, and mine keep looking at his long legs and beautiful abs.
“We don’t have to have sex,” he whispers, stepping closer to me. “That wasn’t my plan for tonight.”
“It wasn’t mine either,” I say, rubbing his side with my fingertips. “Hence the pink underwear.”
“They’re hot,” he reassures me, touching the waistband. My brain malfunctions when he keeps doing it. He leans his head against mine. “Do you want to wait?”
“Wait?” I repeat.
“Yeah. We have time.”
I consider this. The reality is that we do, and he’s being so sincere and considerate that my chest aches. “Do you want to wait?” I ask, debating whether or not he’s projecting or simply being polite.
He pulls back, looks me in the eye, and says, “Let’s both answer the question on the count of three.”
“Wait, you mean answer the question if I want to wait?”
He nods. “And I’ll reveal my answer.”
I smile. “Okay.”
“One. Two. Three.” We count together, and by three, we’re both shaking our heads.
I laugh, falling in his arms. “Were you about to nod?”
He laughs, grabbing my face to kiss me. I go from laughing to kissing in less than a second. His dick presses against my stomach, and we reach for the bed. I can’t explain how nice it is to know we’re on the same page. Most men just keep the pace going to get what they want. I fall underneath him and let him gently thrust against me. I whimper in his mouth, unable to contain my excitement for what’s to come. He does it again, and I make the same sound.
I reach between us and seek permission to slip under his boxers. He takes them off completely, and my mouth goes dry. He’s shaved andready.
“Oh my god,” I whisper quietly to myself. I wrap my fingers around his hard cock and stroke.
He presses his forehead against me and takes a short Camdenth. “Lucy,” he says. I tug again, pressing harder. Precum leaves his tip, and I know I’m in for it. “Baby,” he Camdenthes. “I need you to take yours off now.”
I stroke him a few more times and ask, “Do you have a condom?”
He nods, reaching over to grab it. I release him and take off my underwear. I haven’t shaved since last week because I don’t like getting razor bumps from shaving too much. He glances down at me and rips open the condom with steady fingers.
“I don’t want to freak you out, babe,” he says.
