“I want to do that now.” I keep my voice steady as my eyes trail down the front of her.
She’s fresh from the shower. Her dark hair is piled in a damp, messy knot on top of her head, her face clean of makeup. The sage-green tee she threw on over her athletic shorts is clinging, and a dark waterline streaks the fabric at her chest. Proof she put it on before she even bothered with a towel.
The green of her eyes fixates on me, and I keep waiting for her to say something, but she remains still. I’m not sure if she’s confused or if she’s trying to think of a way out of this.
“The contract said we needed to be clear about our intentions,” I add. “And communication is key. So, I’m here. Standing in your hotel room, admitting that I want to explore you. I’m not a female dominant, and I’m far from experienced.” My words soften, betraying me. I clear my throat. “But I want to know your body.”
Her jaw tightens. Then, her hand comes up, not in an offer but a command. I grab it, my fingers threading through hers. She doesn’t lead me so much as pull me toward the bedroom. Her steps are decisive, leaving no room for retreat.
My palms are damp and my heartbeat is loud enough that I’m sure half of Milan can hear it.
Before Skye lay on her bed only seconds ago, it was untouched and perfectly made. Her duffel bag was open on the bench at the foot of it, her gear laid out with the intention of a surgeon.
Now, she’s lying in front of me, naked and on full display, giving me exactly what I asked for. And I have no idea where to start. She’s fit. Layers and layers of muscles that I’m sure took years to build at practices and conditioning events.
Her legs are long, dark, and bent, with her knees pointing toward the ceiling. There are bruises on her thighs in different shades, some darker and some lighter. Proof she doesn’t just talk about taking hits; her body is keeping record.
Her flat stomach is shining with a jewel that dangles from her navel. And, in typical Skye fashion, it matches the two that gleam from her nipples.
Why does that make me want to lick them?
My eyes trail over her body from bottom to top, only to see she’s watching me look at her.
“Sorry,” I whisper, fidgeting with my fingers. “I guess I just don’t know where to start.”
She gives me an easy smile and puts her hands behind her head, propping herself up a bit more on the pillow.
“Anywhere you want. This is nothing more than you getting comfortable with my body and learning what we both like.” Her hand touches her thigh and glides toward her center. “For instance, I know you like this.”
When I finally manage to break my stare from her fingertips, I notice she’s biting her lip.
She’s already enjoying this. That eases my anxiety, and I take a deep breath.
“There’s no right or wrong in the bedroom. As long as it’s consensual and boundaries are established. We’ve covered those bases, so do what you please. I am your toy for the evening.”
That sends a shock straight to my core, and I can’t tell if it's from fear or excitement, but I'm not going to waste the burst of courage I have.
I climb onto the bed and lie beside her on my stomach, so close that I can smell the body wash she used in the shower.
Am I out of my mind for doing this?
The lump in my throat is hard to swallow down, but the ache between my legs at the thought of touching her tells me all I need to know.
I want this woman. Ineedthis woman.
Not wanting to wait another second, I lift my hand to her breast and run my fingers over the soft skin, leading me to the piercings that took me by surprise. I can hear the rhythm of her breathing sharpen and speed up as I explore her chest. Tracing over each breast slowly and enjoying the feeling of her skin on my own.
Is it crazy that this is turning me on?
My hands move toward her navel, toying with her belly ring. The pulse between my own legs growing as my hands moves lower and lower on Skye's body.
I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want to blast through my first time getting to try new things with a woman I’m crazy about. Taking my time is the only option.
My mouth finds her breast, and I love how her skin tastes on my tongue. She inhales quickly, losing control of her breathing as I amplify my exploration, peppering kisses over her collar bone and between her breasts.
Sitting up, I swing a leg over her torso and straddle her, trailing kisses over each breast and down over her stomach, feeling every muscle contract as I make contact.
The ache between my thighs is almost unbearable.
