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“Or you could, you know, do that anyway.”
Her words threw me for a second. I stood just inside the door, still staring at her, arms crossed over my chest like I was guarding the place. Like some sort of tornado bouncer.
“Cover you with my body?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral in case I’d misunderstood her.
Yes, it had to be a misunderstanding. She had, after all, said earlier in the week that we needed to keep things professional.
“You can never be too safe, right?” she asked.
There was no mistaking the flirtatiousness in her tone. And now I saw a heat in her stare that went straight to my groin.
She wanted me. I wanted her. What the hell was I waiting for?
I closed the short distance between us in just a few steps and, as I’d hoped earlier, her legs parted farther, inviting me to step between them. It was one invitation I was all too happy to accept.
It happened fast. We went from standing apart to having our mouths fused, tongues tangling and hands roaming. I started with her jawline, which I’d dreamed of tracing almost every minute of every day since meeting her. But soon enough, my hands were sliding down her back and under her shirt.
The feel of her soft skin was like water to a man who’d been walking through the desert for days. I wanted to explore every inch of her and then do it all over again.
Her hands were on my back too, nudging my shirt upward. I hated to break the kiss, but I had to since she clearly wanted my shirt off. It was well worth the pause, though, when she reached for the hem of her own shirt and tugged it upward.
And then she sat in front of me, wearing only a nude-colored bra and her shorts. Those would have to go too, but first, I had to kiss her again.
As our kisses grew deeper and more passionate, I felt her fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I wanted to stop her. She came first. The woman always came first. But I was helpless to stop her as she quickly lowered the zipper, then slid her hands under my briefs and over my butt, shoving them downward.
I sucked in a breath. That broke the kiss. She sat back, a hint of a smile at the corners of her lips as her heavy-lidded eyes dropped to my hard-as-steel cock.
And then her eyes lifted to my face, that smile looking downright naughty as she wrapped those delicate fingers of hers around me. She leaned back, propping herself up on her left arm stretched behind her while her right hand gripped me.
As she ran her hand over my erection, she stared longingly at it. That alone sent a thrill through me like nothing I’d ever known. I let it continue as long as I could bear, but I had to hold out for her.
I gently eased her hand away from me and stepped closer to her, looping my hand around the back of her neck and bending over to capture her mouth in another long kiss. My left hand worked the back of her bra clasp—a tricky maneuver, but I managed to get it loose. Then I broke the kiss, watching as she whipped the bra off and tossed it behind me, smiling seductively as she did so.
This woman was going to drive me right over the edge.
Her breasts were even more beautiful than I’d imagined, and I’d spent a lot of time imagining them. They were full but perky, with pale pink nipples. I longed to cup them as I licked their beaded tips, but the positioning was awkward, so instead, I reached for the fastening on her shorts and worked on removing those. She helped, shoving them down.
When she reached for her panties, I shook my head. She seemed surprised. I couldn’t blame her. Why would I want her panties on? But I just continued to remove my jeans and underwear.
When I returned to her, we were both fully naked aside from her panties. I gripped my cock like I might be able to calm it down while moving close to Sierra. All that did was make me harder.
“Part your legs for me,” I said.
An odd thing to say, considering I was standing between them. But I needed her to open up for me.
She did just that, and I knelt in front of her, not taking my eyes off her. There was something so fragile about her, but she had an underlying strength. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before, and it drew me to her.
There was also an innocence about the way she watched me—like she’d never seen anything like what I was doing. Was it possible she was a virgin? No, she’d said she was twenty-three. A twenty-three-year-old couldn’t be a virgin, could she?
The fantasy that I might be her first sent a thrill through me.
I touched her through her panties, running my thumb over her clit in a circular motion. She was so wet, I could feel it through her panties. Knowing I’d turned her on that much made me hold back a smile.
Her eyelids grew heavy again, then finally closed. She threw her head back, putting her weight on both of her hands on the table behind her. Still watching her, I tentatively probed the cloth with my tongue, letting the friction of the fabric do some of the work. After a couple of minutes of that, I nudged the fabric aside with my thumb and touched her.
When she cried out, I knew my trick had worked. All that teasing had heightened her pleasure. I pulled back slightly and tugged her panties down, jerking them off and throwing them aside before resuming my work.
I slid a finger inside her as I touched my tongue to her clit, smiling again at how wet she was. I’d done that to her. No one else. Above us, the tap-tap of rain on the roof reminded me that storms were building outside. I didn’t care. A tornado could surround us, and I probably wouldn’t even notice at this point. That was how caught up in her I was.
