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I pushed that aside, kissing up her jawline and to her neck. She was uncharacteristically stiff. The other times we’d kissed, she had melted into it. Tonight, she was almost rigid. I could practically feel how nervous she was. Still not ready for more.
I eased her down to sit beside me and put one hand on her thigh, continuing to kiss her. After a minute or so, I could feel her relaxing into it. She started to let out soft sounds against my mouth, teasing me with the vibrations through her tongue and lips while I greedily slid my hand up her thigh to the side of her ass. I squeezed, feeling my own control threatening to wash away.
I was about to try to lay her down to steadily progress things further when Elizabeth surprised me. She lifted her leg and slid it over my hips, halfway straddling me. She stopped kissing long enough to look at me with a surprised expression, then bit her lip and pressed her lips against mine again.
As a gentleman, I decided to take her cue and speed things up. I gripped her ass hard with both hands, pulling her all the way on top of me. She sucked in a breath and seemed to hold it.
“Breathe,” I whispered.
She let out a long, shaky breath, brushing my chin with damp heat.
I guided her hips down and forward, then back, until she understood. She started to move her own hips against me, grinding against my cock until I thought I was going to lose my damn mind.
I threw my head back, grinning and groaning all at the same time. “That’s fucking good,” I said.
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“Do those panties have sentimental value?”
“What?” she asked. “No, why?”
I lifted her skirt, briefly enjoyed the sight of her bare thighs encompassing me, then jerked the waistband of her black thong away from either side of her hips. The elastic snapped against my hands with a dull sting. She gasped, watching as I took a handful of the fabric and pulled her panties out from under her.
I still had my pants on, which needed to change.
I rolled, gently tossing her to her back as I completed the world’s fastest wardrobe removal. Belt, slacks, dress shirt, and tie were all torn off and thrown to the ground in less than a minute. Judging by the look on Elizabeth’s face, she was enjoying the view.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked.
She nodded.
Thank God. I didn’t want a rubber between me and this moment.
I crawled over her, barely able to stop myself from gripping my cock and sliding it inside her waiting warmth at that moment. But it would be a shame to waste all this anticipation.
I lifted up her knees and pushed her legs apart, moving my body between them. I carefully came closer until the head of my cock pressed against her heat. The slight contact was enough to set all my internal systems on fire. My skin felt electric and primed for contact—like I could’ve felt a fly’s wing land on me within a millisecond. My chest was tight and bundled with pounding expectations, but I didn’t rush it.
I watched Elizabeth’s face and saw she was feeling some version of all the same things. I could get drunk on the power of that—of the faintest contact having so much control over her.
I reached down and gripped myself, then used my cock to rub along her folds, pausing briefly to circle her clit.
She arched her back, gasping until the tendons in her neck all stood out. I grinned, kissing them and continuing my work. She was so wet that I could feel it spreading along her as the heat of her arousal covered my cock. It felt good. Damn good. Just a minute or two of rubbing myself against her like this probably could’ve made me come, so I paused to lift her to her elbows and get rid of her bra. Her breasts fell free, hanging down beautifully a little to the sides as she propped herself up. I raised my eyebrows, thoroughly enjoying the sight.
Some men were ass men. Some were all about the tits. But me? I would never limit myself to only enjoying one feature of a woman’s body. I loved all of it, even the obscure parts. I liked the way her skin dipped just under her collarbone so I could read her heartbeat—like my own little personal arousal meter. I liked how her fingers were slender and long, but her thumbs were disproportionately sausage-like and short. I liked how her belly button was compressed into a vertical slit by the lean muscle of her stomach and how her skin creased in perfect lines leading up and away from her pussy.
I could’ve stared for hours, but my dick was less refined than I was. All it wanted was the final prize, and no man could ignore his dick forever.
