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That turned me on even more than the thought of seeing her naked. This beautiful woman wanted to watch my dick get hard, knowing she was causing it…
Just as she’d done, I tossed my napkin onto the coffee table. I then pushed myself to my feet, all too aware that the bulge in my pants was beyond noticeable. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I unbuckled, unfastened, and removed both my pants and my briefs. As I straightened, her gaze fell directly to my erection. There was no denying how much I wanted her. How ready I was to fill her up.
Then it was her turn. I sat on the sofa, feeling more than a little awkward. I’d rather be doing her on top of that table. Or in the bed. Or in the shower.
Sammie stood and let the robe drop to her feet. Her body was amazing. She had curves in all the right places, and her creamy white skin and strawberry blonde hair stood as a stark contrast to those deep brown eyes.
I wanted to explore every inch of her. But first, I wanted to watch her explore herself.
I stroked my throbbing cock as she pulled a chair from the table, then sat. She crossed her legs and looked around self-consciously. Finally, she took a deep breath and shifted her gaze to me.
I slowed my strokes and stared at her, watching as her eyes widened slightly. She couldn’t seem to drag her gaze from my hand. Watching me touch myself was turning her on.
Finally, she uncrossed her legs and squirmed a little. I was aching to slide a finger inside that pussy and see just how wet she was for me. I longed to know that she wanted me as much as I did her. Instead, it was her right hand that made its way up her inner thigh, her left hand still gripping the chair to the left of her. I had to slow my movements as she closed her eyes and slid two fingers inside herself.
I had to hold out for her. I had to make sure she came at least once before I plunged into her.
I watched her chest rise and fall with each deep breath she took, and then I could hold back no more. I stood and walked toward her, releasing my dick and kneeling in front of her. Her eyes opened, and she stared at me but continued touching herself. Only as I moved my mouth up her thigh did she move her hand and follow my directions to scoot lower on the chair.
She clenched each side of her seat as I moved her legs up over my shoulders, kissing my way to her warm, wet center. I teased her, making her gasp.
“Please,” she begged as I ran my tongue around the outer rim.
She wanted me. She wanted relief. And I was all too happy to provide it.
As my tongue made first contact with her clit, though, she cried out, and that only intensified as I made love to her with my mouth, my hands stoking the outsides of her thighs. It didn’t take her long to come, probably because of all the lead-up. But as her gasps subsided, I knew it was time.
I pushed myself back, ready to stand and find a surface to make love to her on. But one look at her sent my spirits plummeting. This was not the face of someone who was about to make love to me. This was the face of someone who had bad news.
“I have to tell you something,” she said.
In the moments that followed, I braced myself for a verbal sucker punch. A feeling washed over me. It was so strong, so unfamiliar, I wasn’t even sure how to define it. I suddenly knew I wanted to take care of this woman not only today, but for the rest of her life.
“What is it?” I asked. “Anything. I’ll help you.”
She stared at me a long moment and I held my breath. I didn’t want to scare her off. The funny thing was, normally I was the one running from commitment. This woman had me running straight toward it, full speed ahead.
“I’m a virgin,” she said.
There was a slight tremble in her voice. She was nervous about telling me this. Did she think I’d run out?
She wasn’t wrong to be worried. In any other circumstance, I probably would. But this woman wasn’t like the others.
“We don’t have to do this right now.” I rose up on my knees and stared into her eyes. “We can wait.”
She sucked in a breath. “You don’t want to now. I get it.”
“No, that’s not the case at all.” God, how was I messing this up so badly? “But your first time should be special. I want to make it romantic.”
She stood, shoving the chair backward with her legs. “Let’s go to bed,” she said.
She reached for my hand. I slipped it into hers, then stood.
“If you’re sure you want to do this now.”
Sammie nodded. “I’m sure.”
I stood and did something I’d wanted to do since I walked into my office earlier that day. I placed my free hand on her neck, leaned down, and gave her the longest, most soul-piercing kiss of my life. Only after we kissed so long I was finding it hard to breathe did I pull away and walk her toward the bedroom.
