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Kendall
Sexy fun. That’s what tonight’s about. I haven’t stopped thinking about Vaughn. Haven’t stopped wanting him. Even from across the patio, he weaves a seductive spell, and I want his dirty story-telling mouth all over me. That he’s fantasized about me the way I’ve fantasized about him is a huge turn-on. We’ve flirted all week via text, and I knew while getting dressed that tonight I wanted him to be my first.
“Yes?” he answers, rising to his feet. I like the predatory gleam in his eyes.
Instead of replying, I turn my head, and before I can talk myself out of it, start to shimmy out of my dress. He’s set up this little scenario, giving me the impetus and direction I needed, and I plan to deliver. I sway to the sultry music pouring out of hidden speakers and slowly bare my body to him, exposing my back, my ass, my legs. When the material reaches my ankles, I carefully step out of it. I’m left in a black G-string with a tiny pink bow at the top of my butt and my fuchsia sling-back pumps.
A breeze coasts over my skin, turning my nipples into aching points. I grip the railing in anticipation of Vaughn’s approach.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath and raunchy compliment send a hot shiver through me, and suddenly I’m languishing in the sexiest moment of my life. His smooth jaw brushes my neck, but otherwise he doesn’t touch me.
Still, his nearness penetrates all my senses. I hear the echo of his words in my mind. I inhale the scent of his aftershave. The realization he took these measures to captivate me turns me on a little more.
“Thank you,” I say.
Touch me, I almost add, but don’t. Because I can feel him standing right behind me, and the anticipation sparks like a palpable thing. I can practically hear his heart beating strong and fast in his chest, feel the rush of his blood and the heat of need building, and through all that I sense his restraint. The rush and the heat and the need thrill me, but so does his control. My confidence grows, not because of his composure, but because of mine. I own this. I am strong, sexy, desired.
But it’s hard to hold still, knowing he’s fully clothed, and I’m next to naked, and he’s looking his fill. Prickles of awareness tighten my skin. The moment stretches. When I don’t think I can hold out another second for him to touch me I say, “What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t want to rush. Well”—he laughs—“I do, more than you could possibly know, but I’m not going to, because this is like my first time, too.”
Mutual first times. That’s how this was supposed to happen for me, but…it didn’t. I swallow the emotion his words stir up. There’s no place for my past here. This is about the here and now. About Vaughn and about me.
“Puh-lease,” I say to add levity to our situation. “It’s probably not even your hundred-and-first time.”
“It’s the first time I’ve been someone’s first. I take the privilege seriously. So yeah, we’re going to take it slow. You’re going to tell me what you want, and when you want it—how hard, soft, deep, long—and I’m going to give your beautiful body every single thing you ask for. Deal?”
Thank God he can’t see my heart flailing around like I’ve swallowed a hundred happy pills. How is it possible to feel cherished and desperate at once? I nod. “Deal.”
“So tell me, Kendall. What do you want?”
My mind whirls with the possibilities. I may not know what it’s like to have sex, but I know what need feels like, and I’m feeling a whole new level of it right now. I throb between my thighs. My nipples ache from the light caress of the breeze. “I want you. I want everything. And I want it now.”
He lets out an unsteady breath I find strangely reassuring. This conversation is taking a toll on him, too. “That leaves things wide open. Tell me to stop if I do anything you don’t like.”
“I don’t like that you’re stalling,” I tease. I’m ready for action. Lots of it. I push the momentary thought of his experience with countless girls out of my head. Right now, I’m the one who gets to reap the rewards of his skills.
“You call it stalling; I call it seduction.” He kisses my shoulder, and my panties grow wetter.
His lips are warm and soft, the contact firm, as he presses kiss after kiss along my shoulder, but his mouth slowly turns hotter and hungrier as he progresses. It’s the only part of his body on me, and it’s electrifying.
He drops kisses across my upper back to my other shoulder, then slowly tracks down my spine, his lips parting and openmouthed devotion raining down my flesh. I quiver. My breathing speeds up. His tongue flicks out, but it’s not exactly a lick, more like a promise. A promise of what’s to come, and I immediately think about him tasting me, sucking on my clit. Laving me until I can’t hold anything back.
I squeeze my thighs together, because I’m not quite wanton enough to spread my legs in invitation when I’m exposed like I am. The memory of Vaughn’s fingers inside me, my dress bunched around my waist, panties pushed to the side, is a heady one, and I clench my thighs again to offset the pleasure the reminder stokes inside me.
I’m close to coming, and we’ve just gotten started. How wasteful would that be?
His mouth lands on the tiny bow of my panties, his teeth tug the lace that runs along the cleft of my ass. I wiggle as his tongue plucks it like a guitar string. The scrap of material covering my new wax job rubs against my folds. My legs shake.
“You like that?”
“I…” I can’t answer because he does it again, tugging infinitesimally harder, and I can’t stop myself from bending forward to give him better access.
“Yes or no,” he prompts. His breath flutters over my skin and even though it’s warm tonight, I feel goose bumps rise.
“Y-yes. I like it…” Then he licks down my ass crack, and I stop breathing.
My hands slide off the railing and reach for him—to stop him or pull him closer, I don’t know.
