She stands, and I can’t resist kissing her. I push my tongue past her lips, in and out, fast and hard, mimicking what I want to do to her. The material of her shorts skims my skin as they fall, and she’s back on her knees before I really get a good look at her.
I’m just about to make her stand up again when her lips wrap around me and give a hard suck.
My knees actually go weak at the sight of her. I’ve imagined this so many times, and each touch keeps blowing my imagination out of the water. Her tongue flicks at the sensitive underside, and I have to fight not to pull too hard on her hair.
“That’s it, babe. God, your lips are the most perfect thing in this world.”
She pulls back a little, and then takes more of me inside. Her mouth is hot and wet and so damn good.
I direct her, telling her what to do, when to use her hands and her tongue and when to suck, and she never hesitates. But every once in a while, she does something on her own without me telling her. Just a slight graze of her teeth, a hard squeeze, a hot breath, and the surprise has me battling off the edge already.
She pushes her head down farther, until I feel the tightness at the back of her throat, and then she pulls all the way back, dragging my c**k over her lips again. And I know . . . I’m going to remember the way she looks right now for the rest of my life. I will never be able to get this out of my head, and I don’t want to.
“Fucking perfect,” I tell her. “Your mouth is perfect, baby. That’s it. Take me deeper.
She bobs her head again and I’m so close, so damn close. But I want to be inside her when I come for the first time. Because I know that’s another thing I’ll memorize.
I pull her up to her feet and kiss her. Her lips are slick and soft, and again I’m overwhelmed with all the things I want to do to her. I’m terrified that I’ll only have this once, and I’ll regret it if I don’t learn everything I can about her.
Gently, I turn her around and push on her back until her upper body is laid across my bed, her round ass bent over the edge.
I smile because I knew this part of her would be perfect, too. I run a hand over her curves, and with an open palm give her a light tap. She squeaks and grips the comforter beneath her, pulling at the made bed.
“Someday, I’m going to spank your gorgeous ass, Dylan Brenner.”
She looks over her shoulder at me and asks, “Not today?”
I groan because I swear it’s like she’s daring me.
“Not today. Today, I just want to look and touch.”
I take my time with her spread over the bed like that. I alternate between light touches and kneading her skin. I bend over and place a kiss at the bottom of her spine, and she arches up against my mouth. I continue up her back, reaching underneath her to palm her br**sts, and when my dick comes in contact with the hot center of her we both gasp. My h*ps surge forward on instinct, and I graze over her opening, dipping inside just for a moment.
I drop my forehead against her back, overwhelmed with just how f**king good that felt. I wanted to take my time. I had plans for the places I was going to kiss and lick and bite, but her h*ps lift seeking out mine, and my plan goes out the window.
Condom. I need a f**king condom because I have to be inside her now. I’ll do all those things after, but if I don’t take the edge off, don’t take her I’m going to lose control.
Regretfully, I pull away from her, dragging a hand down her back in goodbye. I pat her ass again because I can’t resist, and say, “Get on the bed, Dylan.”
While she moves, I roll a condom on faster than I ever have. She sits on my bed, one knee pulled up, and the other tucked beneath it. I don’t think she means to, but it hides all my favorite parts of her body.
She looks like she’s been posed just to tease me with almost glimpses.
“I was going to take things slow. Take my time, but we’ll have to do that later. I’m too impatient where you’re concerned.”
I kneel on the bed beside her, and push her knee down, spread her legs open. She lets out a slow breath and stares at the ceiling. She’s nervous, and when I move between her thighs, she keeps right on staring at the ceiling.
“Dylan.” She glances down at me, but she keeps her chin up, like that’s what’s holding her together. “You just have to tell me if you’re not in this. I can be patient. I can slow down. I told you, it’s whatever you want.”
I’m telling the truth. I have to be telling the truth. I said I would give her anything, and I have to hold to that.
“I’m sorry.”
I think my heart might actually collapse, just fall in on itself over and over again like a black hole in my chest that just keeps sucking in more and more and more. And soon there’s not going to be anything of me left.
“Oh God,” she says, her mouth dropping open. She sits up, “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like . . . I apologize. Not like . . . that I changed my mind. I just wanted you to kiss me, and I thought I was being cute, but oh God, I’m sorry. Please just kiss me and shut me up.”
I’m so relieved I practically fall into her when I do. I burrow my arms beneath her, and wrap her up completely, crushing her na**d chest against mine until she’s as close as I can get her.
Her legs cling to my hips, and though I hadn’t planned it, I’m right at her entrance. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her and says, “Now.”
I shake my head, wanting to push her closer to the edge first.
But she’s stubborn and repeats, “Now.” This time she lifts her hips, and I slide against her wet heat, and I swear we’re pulled together like magnets because I’m perfectly aligned.
I’m ready to be just as stubborn back, to tease her, and then pull away only to repeat it all over again. If it were any other time, any other girl, I might have done that. But Dylan lifts her h*ps again and whispers, “Please.”
And I realize something then and there.
I will never be able to turn this girl down. Whatever she wants from me, it’s hers. No matter what she asks for, I’ll find a way to give it to her. She may not be mine, but somewhere along the way, I ended up hers.
And as I sink inside her, I’ve never been more terrified in my whole life. It reminds me of those moments on the field when I know a tackle is coming, when I can see the defender out of the corner of my eye or hear him behind me, and I’m bracing for the fall. She’s so tight around me, and her eyes lock with mine, and I’m so f**king gone for this girl. She snuck up on me and laid me out, and I’m not sure how I’ll ever get up from this one.