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“I wasn’t going for cute.” With that declaration she reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing the fact that she was not wearing any panties before lying down and spreading her legs open in invitation.
Holy shit. If he’d known that she’d hadn’t been wearing underwear during dinner, he wouldn’t have had to worry about blue balls because he probably would have blown a load in his sweats.
His eyes roamed over her naked form. She didn’t know, could have no way of knowing, what she awakened in him from just looking at her body, every feminine curve beautifully outlined. Her hips, her legs, her waist, and the real show stopper, her breasts.
They were, hands down, the most gorgeous he’d ever seen. Soft and heavy, and topped with hard, dark pink nipples that cried out to him to engulf them in his mouth. He couldn’t wait to touch them, to fondle them and play with them, and then finally to devour them and swirl his tongue around those sweet, hard pleasure buttons. And it would happen. But it was going to have to wait.
Lying beside her he raised up on one elbow as he dragged his fingers down her flat belly in a slow and tantalizing tease. She squirmed under his touch. He knew she wanted him to go faster, even though she didn’t say anything. He could read her body language just like reading a book. When it came to physical intimacy, her body had no secrets from him. There was nothing that she could hide from his prying gaze or exploring fingertips.
That was only fair, though, because he was in that same vulnerable position with her. With one glance of those beautiful, laser-focused eyes…one touch of those dancing fingers…he became hers to control, as well. He was at her control every bit as much as she was at his.
His touch continued south. First over the curve of her hips, then down the slope of her inner thighs, and back up again. His eyes followed the path his hand traveled up and down her body that was stretched out on the bed with feline grace. On one pass he briefly dipped his fingers at the apex of her legs and found her sex damp with arousal, the moisture fanned the flames of animalistic desire burning in him.
Even though, more than anything, he wanted to spread her legs farther apart, and drive himself savagely into her with a primitive fervor and pound away in and out as hard as possible until there was no doubt that she was his and only his—he knew that this wasn’t the time for it.
This time was about protecting her, caring for her, and creating a soul bond between them.
She deserved someone that would put her first, put her before anything and anyone else, including themselves. He wouldn’t always have known that he could be that guy, but this was a good indication that he might be able to be. That had to count for something.
Billy continued soaking in her naked form, so feminine, so beautiful. She was such a fascinating contradiction of strong and vulnerable, steely and soft. It made him admire her and so proud of her, yet also want to protect her from anything that might harm her, all at the same time.
His fingers grazed up her torso and he outlined the sides of her silky soft, full breasts. He moved in an ever-shrinking circular pattern until he zeroed in on her taut nipples. He spent some time there, tweaking them and playing with them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
She arched her back, pushing herself harder into his hand. He could tell that she wanted him to lean down and take her in his mouth, to suck her, lick her, and give her even greater bliss. But that would have to wait. For now, he was enjoying watching the stark pleasure across her face as he touched her. Resting on his elbow above her, he was removed a small distance so that he could see every flicker of emotion that crossed her face.
Knowing that there was one thing he could do to increase her gratification, he lifted his finger to her mouth and pressed it between her lips. “Suck,” he commanded roughly.
With a hooded gaze she pulled his finger into the wet suction of her mouth.
“Get it nice and wet,” he instructed.
She laved her tongue around his digit and when he pulled it out he was dripping with her saliva. With his moist finger he traced the dark area around both of her hard nipples and continued teasing them. The slick lubrication increased her pleasure.
He witnessed every twitch of every muscle. He could directly watch the impact that each caress and pinch, each tiny movement of his fingertips, had on her body. She writhed beneath him as they both watched the erotic display.
Finally, he let his hand leave her breast and trail its way slowly over her belly, moving downward deliberately and varying the pressure with which he stroked and touched her. He was building her anticipation of his final destination until she was trembling with the knowledge of what was to come.
When he had almost reached the area between her legs, he saw her body relax and an expression of relief cross her face. He knew that she was expecting him to immediately slide his fingers into her wetness and begin bringing her to her release.
He smiled, knowing he was going to draw this seductive torture out just a little bit longer before she got what she wanted.
Pushing her knees gently apart he trailed his touch lightly up and down her inner thighs from her knees, inching just a little bit closer to her center every time. He loved watching what it was doing to her, taking in every squirming movement as if he was an addict and her body’s reactions in ecstasy were his drug.
She moaned, she gasped, she whimpered. Her back arched and she grabbed a fistful of pillow. She used her body to send every signal possible, short of simply sitting up and socking him in the shoulder before shouting, “Touch me now!”
Not wanting her to have to resort to that, he finally touched her center and slid his fingers up and down her slit, making her moan louder and more intensely with each pass. She did her best to angle her hips onto his hand and get better traction, to make him touch her most sensitive nub. But he wasn’t going to give up control that easily. With every move she made, he countered by adjusting his.
After he’d driven her to the brink, he pushed two of his fingers inside of her, pumping in and out with a steady speed and rhythm. Her breathing sped up, and he could see her body flush with arousal.
He stroked her, reveling in the way her body pulsed around him. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Billy…I want to feel you in me. I’m so ready!”
He continued to pump his fingers in and out and began using his thumb to caress her clit before he spoke. “Not yet,” he replied in a voice made gravelly and harsh by arousal. “I want to make you come like this first. Then I’ll make you come with my cock.”
Her eyes widened at his words, and apparently they were more than enough to push her over the edge into erotic oblivion. She threw her head back and screamed, and every muscle in her body tightened. Her inner muscles clamped down over his fingers like an iron fist.
“Yes!” she cried, her voice strangled.
He stayed with her through every moment of her shattering climax, never pausing the movement of his hands for even one moment. His eyes were glued to her face and body and he was mentally recording everything he saw. He wasn’t going to miss one minute of this experience. He planned to remember it as long as he lived.
