“Come here, beautiful.” My voice is all low and gravelly. I hope I don’t scare her with just how growly it sounds. She steps forward until I can start working on her knotted laces. In record time, I have her out of those sexy-as-fuck boots.
Yeah… I know, who would have thought?
Certainly not me…
Once she’s totally bare, I allow my hands to leisurely slide their way over the smooth pale skin of her calves to the delicate undersides of her knees before moving past the lean muscles of her thighs to her gently flaring hips.
When my hands finally slide around to her ass, I pull her forward until I can press a soft kiss to the vee of her heated flesh. Her breath catches in her throat as I do. It’s music to my ears. And it only stokes the flames that are leaping and twisting within me. God, but I just want to spread her wide and lick every single gorgeous inch of this girl.
Ivy is, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.
Up until now, all I’ve done is screw around with scores of faceless, nameless women. Tons of them. So many, I’ve actually lost count. I stopped keeping track a long time ago. None of them were anything more than a quick fuck. At first it was a way to prove to myself and others that I was nothing like my father. Then it was a way to release pressure. To turn off my mind and forget about the constant stress of performing with a few moments of mindless pleasure. And I enjoyed it. I mean, come on… of course I enjoyed it.
A soft wet pussy and big bouncy titties…
What’s not to enjoy?
Although in the back of my mind, I always knew why they were with me. I knew they didn’t give a shit about me anymore than I cared about them. But this… what’s unfolding at this very moment, couldn’t be more different than every single sexual experience I’ve ever had.
I care about Ivy. And I think… I think maybe I mean something to her as well. She wouldn’t be doing this if she didn’t have feelings for me. And that, I realize, makes this so much more special than almost any other moment of my entire life.
Suddenly I’m glad it’s Ivy I’m experiencing this with. This isn’t going to be some fast fuck or a faceless screw. No. I’m going to take my sweet damn time. And I’m going to make love to this beautiful woman who is giving herself to me.
Coming to my feet, I press my lips gently against her mouth, allowing my tongue to sweep inside, mingling with hers for just a heated moment or two. Damn, but it would be all too easy to let the attraction between us burn hot and consume us. But that’s not what I want. Nope. I need to slow this down and just enjoy what’s unfolding between us. I feel her fingers slip inside my boxers before running rather tortuously up and down the iron hard length of me.
I can’t help the low growl of need that falls from my lips. I’m seriously holding on by a frayed thread. My balls are so tightly drawn up against my body they’re literally aching for release.
“You gonna lose the boxers?” She murmurs the words huskily and damn if that doesn’t send me rocketing right over the fucking edge.
“Consider them lost,” I whisper fiercely against her mouth. In three seconds flat, I make good on that promise. The boxers have disappeared and we’re both naked, embracing one another as the sun strokes our chilled flesh. My skin may still be cold from the impromptu swim we just took, but I’m freaking burning up inside.
Without another word, I wrap one arm under the back of her thighs as I hoist her up into my arms. She can’t weigh more than a buck twenty or so. She’s so light. About half my weight.
She nestles close to my bare chest as I carry her towards the house and through the front door to my bedroom. Gently I place her in the middle of the king sized bed. Her gorgeous body sinks into the feather comforter. Her eyes burn into mine and for just a moment it feels as if my heart actually skitters to a halt before pounding right out of my chest.
I’m struck by the thought that this girl matters.
She matters more than anyone else ever has.
How’s that for a kick in the balls?
Lost in my thoughts, I must stand there staring down at her for just a moment too long because suddenly she’s stretching her hand out to me. Placing my fingers in hers, she tugs me until I’m collapsing onto the bed, semi sprawled over her, with our eyes still clinging. Leaning down, I take her lips with mine before our tongues slowly tangle together.
Even though I’m dying to bury myself deep inside her, I don’t. I want this moment to last. I want to draw out every ounce of pleasure that I can. I want this to be something neither one of us ever forgets. This needs to be the sexual experience that all others get measured against.