“Okay,” she whispers breathlessly.
I get back to work on her body, this time giving her other breast attention with my mouth and tongue. My free hand comes down to her ass, kneading the soft globe and rocking her further into me. I feel like a teenage boy, seconds away from blowing my load in my pants.
“Shane, I…” she begins to say, but her voice cuts off.
I kiss both her breasts then straighten and look into her big, hesitant eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I want…” She bites her lip again, blushing some more, but the movement of her hips tells me exactly what she wants.
“You want more?” She nods eagerly while turning redder by the second. It’s adorable to watch.
This isn’t how I expected our first time to go; I thought she would be too shy and closed off. Where I’d have to help her through things, reassure her constantly. But my girl is a lot more ready than I realized. She might have a hard time with saying exactly what she wants, but she knows how to get the message through. I love every side of Aubrey, but I admire this courageous one a lot. I know it can’t be easy for her to step out of her comfort zone and put herself out there like this, even with me.
Grabbing her waist, I stand from the bed with her in my arms, turning around and setting her back down on the edge. She places her hands behind her back, supporting herself as I kneel before her.
Aubrey’s eyes stay glued to my every movement. No matter how shy she might feel at this moment, it doesn’t show. She isn’t trying to hide her body from me, with her breasts on display and legs still spread, exposing the damp spot on her panties. The only sign of nerves is her flush and how much she’s shaking.
Sitting back on my calves, I rub my hands up and down her legs. “How can I make you more comfortable? Do you want me to turn up the heater? Turn off the lights?” I ask her softly.
She shakes her head. “No, I want to see you.”
Can this girl get any more perfect?
I nod and wrap my hand around one of her ankles, lifting her heeled foot and setting it against my chest. They’re black heeled sandals with an ankle strap, and I kind of want to curse Emma for making her bridesmaids dress like it’s summer.
I unclasp the ankle strap and pull her foot out of the shoe as my brows rise. “Who got you these, Angel?”
She smiles, understanding my reaction. “Emma got us them as bridesmaids’ gifts.”That’s one hell of a gift.I don’t know many brides who buy their three bridesmaids and maid of honor Jimmy Choos.
I kiss the top of her foot as well as the inside of her ankle before setting it back down on the bed and putting her heel to the side, then I do the same to the other foot. Once I’m done, I glide my hands up her calves to her thighs as I kiss my way up her legs.
When I reach her underwear, I grab onto both sides and look her in the eyes. “Can I take them off?”
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.
Ever so slowly, I slide them down her thighs as she lifts her hips, then her feet when they reach her ankles. Throwing them aside, I refocus on my pretty angel. She’s already reopened her legs for me, making it clear she doesn’t want to stop. She has a pretty little pink pussy that glistens with wetness and a small, triangular, well-trimmed patch of blonde hair right above.
“Ronnie made us get waxes earlier this week… It was a little painful, but she said it was necessary. I had never shaved before,” she admits when she catches me staring.
And now it all makes sense because I didn’t expect her to be so well groomed. But honestly, I don’t really care whether a woman keeps herself bare or not. It’s her decision, and whatever makes her most comfortable is all I care about.
A thought suddenly occurs to me. “Angel, did you think this would happen tonight?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “No… but I wanted to be prepared… if it did.”
I lift onto my knees, getting closer to her face as I pull her chin toward me and capture her lips with a tender kiss. “Sweetheart, I would have accepted you just as you are. You didn’t need to go through all of this for me.”
“I know, but I like this… It’s prettier.” Her blush is high right now, right above her cheekbones and a bright red.
I swipe my thumb over her beautiful lips. “Well, if you like it, then I like it.” I press another kiss to her mouth, then lower backto the lips I desperately ache to taste next. “Angel, I’d really like to kiss you here. Is that okay?”
She nods, giving me permission as I kiss the inside of her thigh, then the other, working my way closer to her soaking mound.
“Shane?” Her small voice pulls my attention and I stop immediately, looking up into her pale brown eyes.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I… can I watch you?” Her flush creeps all the way over her breasts.
