“I did. And it’s not as easy as you might think to source green underthings. I had to search for these. For a minute there I worried you’d never get to see them.”
“And what a sacrilege that would have been.” He runs his finger along the lace edge. “Rather presumptuous of you to assume I’d be seeing them tonight. Guess I’m a sure thing.”
“You’re theoppositeof a sure thing. But I figured I’d take a page out of your Boy Scout handbook and be prepared.”
The contrast of his huge, strong hands against my bare skin and the delicate lace makes the pulsing heat between my legs throb harder. It’s coarse versus soft, masculine against feminine, the juxtaposition of male to female at its most primal. He rubs a thumb against the gossamer-thin threads and exhales like he’s in pain. This tiny wisp of fabric cost waymore than it should, though I’d pay it three times over for the look on his face.
His fingers skim around to my backside, grabbing dual handfuls of flesh and lightly squeezing. He groans, his forehead falling to mine.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long. Too long. It’s...” He shakes his head, unable to continue.
“I know.”
His eyes have gone a bit feral. The pupils are so dilated I can barely see any green, yet they hold a bright gleam, like a wild animal in the moonlight.
“Is this when you go full caveman on me?”
His eyes glow brighter. “No, this is when I savor you.”
He tugs me over to the bed and sits on the edge, facing me. I slip my heels off, immediately losing a few inches of height, and when I take his outstretched hand, he pulls me in between his legs.
And then he takes my breast in his mouth.
Now I’m the one who’s groaning, eyelids fluttering closed, knees turning to jelly. I grip his shoulders and hang on for dear life. He licks and suckles and teases, first one breast, then the other, while his hands knead my ass. I arch into him, wanting to get closer,becloser, the minuscule amount of distance between us still too much. He hums against my sternum and it vibrates straight to my core. It’s an onslaught of sensations: his tongue on my nipple, the soft, wet sucking sounds, his hot skin pressed to mine, his pine-cinnamon-soap scent, intoxicating and so veryBen. My body’s so taut with want, I can barely stay upright.
I’m so focused on not slithering to the floor that I barely notice his hand has moved until he slips a finger inside me.
I surge against him, my body tightening around him even as my knees buckle beneath me. He grabs me before I can fall, winding his free arm around my waist.
“I’ve got you.”
“I’ll come,” I warn him desperately. “I’ll come right here, I swear to God.”
“I believe I’d like to see that.”
“I wouldnotlike to see that. Please, Ben, not yet. I want you inside me the first time. I’ve been waiting so long...”
He smiles mildly against my ribs, his finger continuing its languid rhythm of swirling and stroking. “I am inside you.”
“Please please please,”I beg, even as my hips start rocking against his hand. I throw my head back and moan.
“Please... keep going?”
My answer is another keening moan.
“I love seeing you like this. Coming apart for me and I’ve barely lifted a finger.”
I’m dangerously close to doing just that. I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he tsks and adds a second finger. I groan and shudder and clench around him, and his fingers swirl faster. I’m dissolving into his hand.
“I know you didn’t wear these panties so I’d go easy on you.”
“You’re not playing fair,” I gasp out. “Your pants aren’t even off.” I grope blindly for his belt.
“Wait.” He moves to catch my hands, letting go of me in the process, and I collapse onto his lap.
“Youwait. You think you’re the only one who gets to tease?” I pin my knees on either side of his thighs and struggle to free my hands from his grasp. I’m frantic with lust.
“Hang on, babe. Just... let me.”
