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Whitney
I should have plannedit better. Well, I did. I planned on accepting his date idea and wearing something sexier for another time. A later date.
But our connection is so strong, when he told me how much he wants me… call me an idiot, but I would have pounced him right there.
Now, he’s kissing the back of my neck, nipping it, and sending shivers down my spine as I open the front door of my home, in an exclusive Dallas neighborhood. We drove in different cars from the botanical gardens to here, and I didn’t even bother parking mine properly. I just left it on the driveway, in front of his, in such despair to get out.
He touches me, embracing me from behind, and I must remind myself the code to grant me entry at the door. My world is deliciously hazy, my nipples so hard they’re about to tear my bra open.
The door is swung open, and for a moment I think we’ll just fall into my foyer, as my knees are weakening, buckling, my body quivering for more. This is so much better than any fantasy I’ve dreamed in my room as a teen.
“Where is your room?” he asks in a low growly voice.
“Last door to the right,” I say, and barely register as he leans down, hooks his hands under my knees and carries me to my bedroom.
He kisses me, and I melt in his arms, reaching for his hair, touching it, running my hands through it. When he makes it to my bedroom, he marches inside with purpose, with determination, with need.
Swiftly, he puts me on the bed, then rears back, and I prop myself on my elbows, watching him take off his shirt and toss is aside. Damn it.
His chest is beyond sculpted. Muscle over muscle spilling in front of my very eyes. I’ve always known he was incredibly hot, but having him in the same room as me, about to get naked, steals the air from my lungs. The energy shifts, the air thicker. Heavier, like the desire building inside me is a magnetic force in the room.
I shouldn’t gawk at him, but I’ve waited too long to be like this.
When he takes down his pants and boxers, I swallow hard. Double damn.
His cock springs out, massive and gorgeous. A thrill of anticipation courses through me, and now it’s my turn to get all fidgety and remove my clothes—shirt and bra first, then the rest, until I’m fully naked in the middle of the bed.
I feel his gaze on me, and I get embarrassed, so many different thoughts darting at my brain at the same time. Are my breasts big enough for him? Is he noticing the small mole I have near my belly button? Was fully shaving my pussy a bad call?
We take a moment, and it’s like we greet each other with our eyes, and take in what we see. A warm energy envelops us, and he erases the short gap between he and the bed, and gets on the mattress, his weight indenting some of it. I’m waiting for him to say anything, then I realize maybe so is he. It’s not like I said anything about his nakedness yet.
Then again maybe he was right earlier, when he said there won’t be much talking. When we informally went over pragmatic things like safety and protection.
The moment we share, it’s a warm closeness that draws us to each other much sooner than our bodies.
“I expected you to be gorgeous,” he says, his voice so deep and husky. “I didn’t expect you to make me feel this way.”
“I know,” I whisper, and really hope we’re both talking about the same thing.
He pulls me to him, and catches my lips with his in a kiss that sets every part of me on fire. Kissing him with clothes on was hot… kissing him with clothes off is scorching. He coaxes me to lie on the mattress, and I feel his body on mine, my hands exploring the hardness of his muscles, the tautness of his shoulders, the ridges of his abs. I’m about to venture lower when he outsmarts me and wretches his mouth from mine, only to drag it down my neck.
He kisses my breast, swiping his tongue over my nipple. With his free hand, he cups the other, flicking his index over my round flesh. I arch my back, lifting my body to him, loving how he teases me. He’s now grazing his teeth over my nipple, while his thumb and index lightly squeeze the other one, and I’m about to burst. “Stunning,” he says in a low deep voice that makes my toes curl.
My pussy is drenching wet, so I rub it against his leg for some relief.
He gets the hint and plants kisses down my body, on my stomach, he nips my hips, then drags his mouth shamelessly between my thighs, and the second he breathes over my sex, I moan, already knowing what’s to come—me. Pretty soon.
With a masterful swish of his tongue, he tastes me, exploring every inch of me with an eagerness that causes me to shudder in response. This time, he’s even more eager than he was at the restaurant. It’s like the more he tastes, the hungrier he gets.
“Yes,” I hiss.
He continues his teasing exploration, relentless, until tendrils of pleasure swirl through me, and I let go. Pleasure rockets through me, and I call out his name in a long winded moan, my limbs sweaty, my heartbeat frantic. Damn.
I’m still dazed when he rises from between my legs, his body covering mine, the warm intensity in his eyes quickly re-energizing whatever sexual fuel I thought I was emptied of a second ago.
“God. You’re stunning,” he says, and there’s a vulnerability in his voice that’s almost like he’s saying that out loud as he becomes aware of it.
I bite my inner cheek, to keep from spilling the words I’m dying to say. I can’t tell him yet, not unless I want him to dash out of my place faster than I can sayI love you.
