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I inhale deeply, breathing in her faint scent, and take in my first view of her breasts. My mouth waters, and I dip my head and suck a creamy peach nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue. She gasps and her thighs shift.
I lift my head and brush a finger over her swollen bottom lip. “Feel good?”
She gives the slightest of nods, eyes wide. Too wide. Nervous.
Yes, there’s a scar. Thicker in some parts, narrower in others. It’s not as straight as one would expect from a surgical scar, but skin doesn’t always heal as expected. The line is similar to a misshapen lightning bolt, raised in parts, flat in others. Subtle blues and cream. I bow my head and press my lips along the seam. Her strength. Her heart.
When I reach the dip in her clavicle, I lift my head, wanting to taste those sweet lips. There’s a single tear gliding down her cheekbone and I brush it away.
“You’re gorgeous. All of you.”
I wrap an arm around her, holding her close against me as I tug that long-sleeved tee over her head, using one hand. Once it’s past her head, the sleeves get stuck on her forearms and she maneuvers herself out of it.
Brown, wavy strands scatter wildly around her. And god, the look she gives me. It’s awe and wonder.
And fuck, yeah, this wasn’t my intention. Not this quick. Not right away. But every single part of me wants to make her mine. Now. And I can’t remember any reason we should wait. Not when we both want this.
When our lips meet, our tongues intertwine, and hunger drives away patience. Our teeth clash, and she elicits little moans as our bodies grind against each other. I could take her right now. Push our pants down, slide into her warmth, but no. We might be on a fast track, but I’m taking this slow. She said she doesn’t have much experience. I’m going to blow her mind. Make her forget every jerk who came before me. Especially the ass who made her second guess her beauty.
I taste her, alternating my lips and teeth and tongue all the way down her throat to her breasts.
“Gorgeous.” I cup her breasts in both hands. They fill my palms. Truly fantastic tits. I dip my head, administering attention to the other nipple, loving how she squirms and the sexy-as-fuck noises I don’t even think she knows she’s making.
She’s putty beneath my hands and tongue. And that scar…god, I get not liking some part of yourself, but it’s not a blemish. It’s a symbol of her strength. There’s nothing ugly about fortitude. I kiss it all over again because it’s her. Because it’s something private that she’s sharing with me.
As I administer kisses, my fingers trail lower. Pushing below her loose pajama pants, below her cotton panties. The tips of my fingers brush against silky curls. I spread those curls apart and find her sleek seam. She’s fucking soaked.
I sit back on my heels. If it weren’t for my briefs strapping him down, my erection would stand out like a flagpole. Her gaze locks on the bulge. I grip the band of her pants, careful to catch those panties too, and with both hands, tug. She squeezes her legs together and bends her knees, and with a relatively smooth move, I drag the material over her ass, thighs, and knees. I press my lips to the outside of her knee, then finish slipping the pants off and toss them onto the floor behind us.
“Now. Spread those legs.”
Her chest heaves, and those teeth sink into her lower lip as she smiles.
You like that? So do I.
Timidly, she spreads her thighs. I lift one leg and kiss, then nibble at her calf. She grins and gives a teensy giggle. I position myself below her and use my finger to spread her twisty black curls.
“What’re you doing?” She’s up on her elbows, watching.
“I’m going to taste you. Find out if this gorgeous pussy tastes as good as I think it will.” My tongue rides up her slit. She gasps. “God, you’re sweet.”
Sweet and smooth like silk. I love how trusting she is. How needy. How she squirms and gasps. I slip a finger in as I circle her nub. Her channel’s tight. Velvety smooth. Liquid heat. She contracts against my finger, and I add another, stretching her.
She mewls and pants. But it’s when my teeth graze that precious bundle of nerves that I earn a “Knox!”
She half rises off the pillow, eyes shut tight, hands in my hair. Her breaths calm and she slowly sinks back onto the pillow.
“Wow,” she breathes.
Yeah, baby, I agree.
There’s a wet spot on the front of my briefs. I want her so fucking badly, but I need a condom. The two open duffels are on the floor. I clamber off the bed and rummage through my bag. In my wallet, I’ve got two. Can’t imagine Stella added any to the duffel when she packed it for me. I find the billfold and grab the two gold foils.
“What’re you doing?” She’s curled up on her side with the sheet tucked up beneath her armpits.
“Getting these.” I hold out the condoms between my fingers and stalk toward her, tossing them down on the side table with the lamp. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight. Standing beside the bed, I push down my briefs.
Her gaze goes straight to my erection. I’m not sure how to interpret that expression. It’s a little too much like fear.
