Throbbing, aching, desperate for him.
I ghosted my lips to Penn’s then leaned back, removing my sweater. The soft hiss through his teeth and the tungsten-level hardening of his dick between my legs gave me the confidence to stay there bare for him, to let his burning gaze wander over every inch of my skin.
“Fuuck, Lowe. Look at you… you’re perfect.” His thumbs inched upward, so slowly it was barely enough to register movement.
My nipples were almost painful, so desperate they were for his touch. I watched in slow motion, biting down on my bottom lip to keep my groans from escaping, watched as his strong, warm hands slid upwards and cupped my breasts. Iwas his show, and he was captivated. His eyes flicked to mine for the briefest moment almost as if asking permission before concentrating back on the task in hand. His pink tongue dragged a wet trail of saliva across my chest, from one nipple to the other, and that broke me. A throaty groan forced its way from the deepest recesses of my belly and echoed in the space between us.
“Penn…”
“Lowe, if we start now, I’m not gonna be able to stop. I’m warning you. If we start…”
I responded by relieving him of his shirt, brushing away the hair that tumbled into his eyes when I pulled it over his head. And now it was my turn to gasp, my jaw loosening until I swear it was only held on by skin. I thought I’d seen his body during his midnight swim. I had, Ihadseen it, but between then and now, I swear more muscles had grown.
His golden skin glistened in the candlelight dancing round the room. Thick, broad shoulders flexed tight from the tension coiling through the sinews of his biceps at my touch, but he stayed still, just like I had for him. I ran my fingertips over the corded muscles stretched across his ribs, committing to memory the hard plains of his body.
When I’d seen him in the pool, I’d wanted to follow the path of a water droplet running down his chest, so I traced it now. His chest, his abs, all covered in baby soft skin, not a hair in sight, until I reached the softest trail of blonde curls leading below the deep V in his waist, and under the low band of his jeans.
He was potent. He was strength, power, might.
Yet he was looking up at me like I was the only person he’d ever seen in his entire life, and it stole my breath.
“I don’t want to stop.”
Before my heart could take another beat, he gathered me up, his big hands clasping under my ass as he carried me up the stairs. Placing me gently on the bed, he pulled off my yoga pants,taking my panties with them, and stayed at the end, peering down.
He stood, unblinking. His hands were fisting open and shut at his sides; his bare chest rising and falling from the slow, deep breaths he was taking to calm himself, as if he needed to stop his brain from breaking.
It was easily the biggest compliment I’d ever been paid in my life.
“Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be here.” His gravelly voice shook and something twisted inside me, clenching as I watched him, watch the heat build in his unblinking, eager gaze.
I lifted up on my elbows. “Penn, come here.”
“Lowe…” He licked his lips, “I want to make this so good for you.”
“You will. But come here. I’m here.”
Heat flared, snapping him out of whatever internal battle he was waging with himself. He removed a foil packet from his back pocket, threw it on the bed and shucked himself out of his jeans and underwear. His cock bounced free and my throat constricted.
Sweet baby angels.
He saw my eyes blaze, hesaw,and a sly, lazy smile popped on the corner of his mouth. Idly tugging the length of his dick, beads of pre-cum leaked from the tip and trickled onto his fist.
“Yeah, you fucking are.”
He was hovering over me before I took my next breath;ifI’d been able to take it,ifhe hadn’t stolen it. With one hand he held himself over me, the other he ran down to my hips, pushing my legs further apart, until they reached their peak. I was spread so wide for him, my pussy dripped onto the sheets underneath me.
“I hope these walls are soundproofed, because I’m gonna worship you, Lowe Slater, and I’m going to takeallnight. You’regoing to come so many times you won’t remember your own name. And then I’m going to do it again. I promise you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
His body was so hot over mine I swear I could see steam rising between us. He moved back, not breaking my gaze until he was on his haunches, and then his focus moved to exactly where I needed it. My pussy spasmed hard, desperate for his attention.
“Ohshiiit,” he hissed, creating a flurry of mini ripples deep in my groin. “Baby, you’re soaked.Soaked.Your pussy…it’s fucking perfect.”
He reached out, hesitating, before his thumb slicked through my arousal and slipped over the throbbing bundle of nerves which had been aching for him since he’d kissed me yesterday afternoon. I let out a whimper, then another, as he began lazily cupping his balls, his eyes never straying from where his thumb was smearing my juices all around my swollen clit.
“Jesus… you are… this is…” His voice was so low and guttural I could almost feel the vibrations across my hot skin. “I could play with you all night.”
I was rapidly dissolving into a puddle of pleas and whimpering, while it was clear he had no intention of speeding up his rhythm or increasing the pressure; that he was content to keep me just below boiling. He was transfixed. On and on he kept up; my toes curled into the mattress, my fists bunched the sheets. Sweat was running down the crevices of my body. My synapses were loading the missiles, ready to aim for an explosion that would light up the sky.
