He kissed her forehead. “Not everyone has the same hang ups, Cleo. I might not understand exactly what you’re going through, but I do understand.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
He stopped her sentence with a kiss. If he couldn’t explain to her how he was feeling, maybe he could show her. He teased at the seam of her mouth with his tongue, and she softened in his arms. She tipped her head back, slid her hands behind his head, and deepened the kiss.
He stepped forward, holding her tight to his chest, until they reached the edge of the bed. The mattress caught behind her knees and she dropped onto the quilt. “I’m not saying I don’t want to see you, but if you’d feel better with the light off and the lamp on, I’m okay with that.”
Indecision flickered across her face, heat flooding her cheeks before she shook her head.
Lights on it is.
Maybe if he got naked first she’d be more at ease. Or maybe she’d feel more self-conscious. Her head was tipped in curiosity as she leaned up on her elbows.
Fuck it.
Reaching behind his head, he tugged his shirt off by the collar, dropping it to the floor before shucking his jeans. He trod on the toes of his socks to remove them one at a time. Leaving his boxers on, he picked up her feet, dangling off the edge of the mattress, and peeled off her wedge sandals. She wore Capri jeans which hugged her hips, and a flowy red shirt dipping just enough at her cleavage to send bolts of desire to his dick. He lay next to her, propping his head on the heel of his hand while she dropped from her elbows, flat onto her back.
She reached a tentative hand to touch his chest, the tiny trembles vibrating against his skin. Leaning over her, he kissed her forehead, dotted another on her nose, and another on her lips. She pulled his head lower and kissed him, melting beneath him, as though her decision had been made. Her rigid muscles, softening under his touch as he dragged his fingers down her sternum, running them along the bare strip at her waist from where her shirt had ridden up.
He kissed her cheek and nibbled on her ear. “Do you remember the day your car broke down?”
She nodded.
“When I saw you…” He caught the fabric with the tip of his finger and pushed it above her belly button. “You were bent over the engine, ass in the air, and your shirt had slipped up your back just enough to drive me insane. I wanted to reach out and drag my fingers over your skin.” He trailed his fingers down her stomach to the band of her jeans and back up, taking the fabric higher each time.
“That was ages ago.” Her breath caught as his fingers reached the band of her bra.
He pushed the fabric over the swell of her breasts before running an inquisitive finger along the edge of the lace fabric on her bra. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. “Cleo, I’ve wanted my hands on you since the moment your shiny, pink vibrator landed at my feet.”
“You h-h-have?” Her voice stuttered as he slid the cup of her bra aside. Jesus fucking Christ she was perfect. He blew on her already hard nipple.
“Mmmhmm.” His tongue darted out and teased her nipple. Her back arched; he took the opportunity to slide his hand behind her. After struggling one-handed with her bra, he swore under his breath and she reached around to help, giggling.
If nothing else, his incompetence had made her laugh. She sat up as he dragged her shirt over her head and pulled the straps down her arms, discarding the clothes on the floor over the edge of the bed.
Perfect. She was completely perfect. He cupped her breast and squeezed, running his thumb over its peak. A moan escaped her.
How was she so clueless about how beautiful she was? He’d just have to show her. He needed her to see herself the way he saw her. He rolled over on top of her, thighs on either side of hers. Kissing her neck, he nipped at her skin, dotting soft kisses as he trailed his tongue down her collar bone, along the curve of her breast, and her nipple. He continued across her chest, and repeated for the other side before moving down her stomach.
He unbuttoned her jeans, tugging them along with her underwear. She covered his hand, forcing him to pause for a beat. “Please, Cleo.” Relenting, he continued his journey further down her body. Her skin was creamy and smooth, and when he got to her ankle he changed to her other leg, kissing his way back up. He pressed her knees apart. She wrapped her arms around her middle and his body stilled. Dragging his tongue along the inside of her thigh he reached up with both hands, slid his hands into hers, and locked their fingers together. He moved her arms to her sides, giving her palms what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze.
Nudging her thighs further apart with his chin, he inched closer to her glistening pussy. He let go of one of her hands and dragged a lazy thumb to brush over her clit as he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them forward to her g-spot. She half-stifled a moan with her hand. Spurred on, he pumped his fingers twice before spreading her lips wide and blowing on her clit.
At the cool air hitting her sensitive bundle of nerves she gasped. “You don’t have to…” She had let go of him and was leaning up on her elbow, cupping his head and tugging at his hair.
Sliding his hand onto her stomach, he pushed her back onto the bed before covering her clit with his tongue. He hummed in satisfaction, enjoying the shiver that rippled through her body in response. Sliding his fingers in to massage her g-spot, he worked his tongue and his fingers in tandem, relishing every single gasp and pant and moan that escaped her. Her fingers threaded through his hair, gripping at his head.
As she got closer to her orgasm, her thighs clenched and twitched against his shoulders. Her breaths came in short, gasping pants as his tongue swirled her clit.
Come on, Cleo. Let go.
Her muscles tensed before a scream broke from her chest as she came. “¡Dios mio!Fuck!”
“I hope that’s a good thing?”
She giggled as he kissed his way up her body, pausing over her. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes heavy. She nodded, kissing him, pulling him against her. She hooked an ankle behind his calf and raised her hips against his erection.
“I don’t have protection.” Frustration coated his gruff voice.
