She smiles big at me and whispers, “I’ll behave.”
“God, I hope not,” I growl. “Just be quiet about it.”
Kate giggles then, and it’s the sweetest sound I think I’ve ever heard. I think she just giggled with a southern accent, if that’s even possible.
Pushing back, I grab the edges of her shorts and whatever granny panties she probably has on underneath them and yank them down her legs.
“Sorry,” I mutter as they clear her ankles and I toss them to the floor. “I’m not being very subtle, am I?”
Her eyes burn at me bright. “You do what feels right.”
I don’t miss the emphasis on the word feel. She gets me.
A tentative hand reaches between her legs and I drag my fingers through her soft folds. After a few gentle strokes back and forth, my fingers get slick. Christ…wet for me and I’ve hardly done anything to her yet. That knowledge has me so primed and ready for her, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do much more than fall into her body. I’ll probably come like a horny teenager the minute I get inside her.
Dragging my hand away, I step back from the bed and start yanking my clothes off, first pulling the condom out of my back pocket and laying it on the nightstand. I cut a quick glance over to Kate, who has pushed herself up on her elbows, knees casually bent, to watch me.
Not a shy bone in her body. It amazes me that someone such as her, so outgoing and funny, would hide herself from the world.
No, correction: She hid herself away from men.
Yet she doesn’t exhibit an ounce of coy modesty in her sexuality. I have no clue what her experience is, but I know she damn well did everything right the other day when we were in her bathroom.
When I’m naked, I grab the condom and tear it open. Turning to face her, I roll it on my cock and then lift my gaze to hers. Her eyes are pinned on my shaft, and she slays me when that pink tongue of hers slips out and licks at her bottom lip.
And I just can’t wait anymore. I’m going to be totally lacking finesse and seduction. My foreplay will be minimal, but that’s okay, because Kate is drenched for me already. I swear to the hockey gods above that I will make it up to her later.
I crawl onto the bed, right between her legs, and press my hips down so my cock lies against her pussy. Supporting most of my weight on my arms, I hover above her. Her hands come out and lie flat against my chest while she stares at me.
“So this is it, huh?” she asks mischievously.
“Would appear so.”
“Yay,” she squeaks with excitement, and actually takes her hands away from my chest to give an exuberant but soft clap of eagerness.
And I laugh. Can’t fucking help it.
You’d think this moment of levity would cause my hard-on to flag, but Christ, I find her sexy when her goofy nature comes out. If anything, I swell harder.
I dip my face toward hers, giving her a soft kiss…a tentative one to get her lips used to mine. Her mouth immediately opens and invites me in, and I accept. Dropping to just one elbow, I snake my other hand down between our bodies and test her readiness again. Two of my fingers easily slide into her, and I thrust them in and out of her while I fuck her mouth a little with my own.
Damn, she tastes good…minty toothpaste and sweet southern girl. I can’t wait to see what she tastes like elsewhere, but that’s going to have to wait.
Curling my fingers upward while lodged deep inside her produces a wild reaction and her hips lurch up hard. Mmmm…sensitive G-spot. Have to remember that.
Lifting my mouth from hers and pulling my hand away, I whisper, “I can’t wait anymore, Kate. I need to be inside of you.”
She answers me by reaching down with her own hand and grasping on to the base of my cock. It leaps in recognition of her touch and then she’s guiding me to her entrance. She rubs the tip through her wet folds a few times and then places me just in the right spot. When she releases her hold on me, I know she’s ready.
I give a slight push and sink in a fraction. Tight heat grips me hard and I clench my jaw violently to keep from yelling out from the exquisite pleasure. Sweat pops out on my forehead as I continue to push in…one long, slow stroke until my pelvis is pressed tight against hers. Kate moans in appreciation.
Damn…need to hold still for just a minute or else I’m going to lose every bit of control.
“Oh, Jiminy Crickets,” she mutters in her soft southern voice, and there’s a grin a mile wide on my face as I look down at her.
“You’re such a dork,” I tease her. “Who says ‘Jiminy Crickets’ while they’re being fucked?”
She laughs softly. “I do. And you haven’t started fucking me yet.”
Hell, yeah, I dig her candor. Completely get off on her humor. It’s appreciated more than anything at this moment, as it’s allowed me to have a bit of time to get control of myself so I’m not blowing in a nanosecond.
“You asked for it, Kate,” I warn her, and pull out of her slowly, coming to a halt just before I pull free, and then push back in a little faster…a little harder.
I do that a few more times, picking up the pace and finally hooking an arm under one of her legs to pull her open just a bit more for me.
It doesn’t take very long and I’m chasing my orgasm. I can’t help it…for the first time in five months, and it’s the best feeling I’ve had in that time. I can’t slow down to enjoy it. I just have to have it.