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He shrugged. “You were my dream girl. You were smart and involved with all kinds of smart people and sorority events, and I was running with a bunch of knuckleheaded jocks. Two different worlds. I kept expecting to forget you.”
I smiled. “But you didn’t.”
He nodded. “I did not forget you. Every time I saw you around campus, you were never alone. You were always with your sisters or some guy.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Well, we have some lost time to make up for?”
“Here’s the problem.” He stroked my cheek. “If this goes to where I’m hoping it will, I’m nervous I’ll explode the second I see you naked.”
My jaw dropped just a little. I wasn’t expecting him to be quite so…honest about where he thought this was going. Not that I had any objections. I’d never felt like this before. Filled with a giddy anticipation.
Then Zack took over my mouth, his lips giving me a soft, tender kiss before deepening it. When I gasped, he stroked his tongue inward, toying with mine.
After another breathless kiss, I leaned back. “You’re going to explode, huh? Let’s see, shall we?” Taking a deep breath for courage, I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. My bra was a simple black lace number that I knew displayed my breasts to their best advantage.
His response was a groan as he quickly began nuzzling his nose along the fleshy swells protruding above my cups. I thrust my breasts upward, seeking...something. He understood my need and dragged down the cups to expose my nipples. His lips latched around one beaded tip and sucked it into his mouth, where the flat of his tongue dragged across the tip.
I squirmed on his lap, pressing against his erection. Moisture oozed from inside of me, and I couldn’t help the grinding roll of my hips.
Again, he intuitively recognized my need and quickly thumbed open my pants and slipped his hand inside, his fingers gliding downward until a fingertip found the hard knot at the top of my sex and gave it a gentle rub.
I jerked, giving a soft cry.
His head lifted. His cheeks were reddened, his lips moist and a little swollen. “I don’t want this to happen here. I want you in my bed.”
I gave him a desperate nod. Anything that he wanted, I’d do if it meant release from this sensual torture.
He slid me off his lap, stood, and captured my hand. Then he dragged me behind him as he moved toward the hallway.
Inside his bedroom, he flicked on a single lamp at his bedside and turned to me. “You sure about this?” he asked.
I gave a quick nod, although my body was suddenly frozen, unmoving. This was really going to happen, and I felt a little overwhelmed.
He knelt and pushed down my pants and my panties, then helped me remove my shoes. When he stood, he reached around my back, unhooked my bra, and dragged it down my arms. When I was naked, he stood back. His gaze swept over me, down then up, then downward again before snagging on my breasts and then my pussy. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely.
Gathering my courage, I lifted my chin. “Now, you,” I said, proud there wasn’t a tremor in my voice. I watched as he stripped, tossing his clothing away and then turning to flip back his covers and sheet.
When he turned away, I couldn’t help but admire his lean, muscled frame, his corded thighs, the flexing muscles of his ass. I couldn’t wait to touch his perfection, so I didn’t, reaching out to stroke my hand over his side and then downward to cup a firm buttock.
He turned quickly and caught my wrist. “Don’t. I told you,” he said and then turned. My gaze caught on his cock…thick veins riding the shaft, the skin stretched taut around his shaft and gleaming like satin.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “Don’t even look at it. I won’t last, Andi.”
I dragged my gaze away, or at least pretended to. From the corner of my eye, I could see his dick pulse.
“Fuck,” he said, dragging out the word. “I want this to be good,” he muttered. I heard him drag in a sharp breath, then, “Get on the bed,” he said. “Lie in the middle on your back. Close your eyes.”
I followed his instructions, which he’d delivered in tight, precise syllables. I sensed he was holding onto his control by a thread, and the thought was heady that I could excite him so. When I lay on my back, I placed my hands beside my head and peeked through my slitted eyelids as I watched him tear open a condom packet and then roll the sheath down his length. I envied his hands but noted how quickly he did it like he couldn’t bear to touch himself any longer than he had to.
Then he was crawling on the bed, right over me, a knee nudging between both of mine until I opened for him, and then the other entering the space and nudging again until my thighs were spread wide.
“Can I look now?” I whispered.
He shook his head, then said, “No.”
“It’s not fair, you know.”
He bent quickly and engulfed one breast in his mouth, pulling on it, his tongue flicking the tip inside his mouth before he moved across my chest to suck the other into his mouth.
