I heard the toilet flush and Addison laugh. “I’ll remember that for next time,” she said as the water turned on in the sink.
I waited for a few more seconds, but Addison never came out. Instead, I heard the shower turn on.
“Are you taking a shower, babe?” I called, getting anxious to see her now that I could, you know, actually see her.
“Just a quick one,” she yelled through the door. “My entire body feels like it was squished inside one leg of a pair of panty hose. I just need to rinse the grimy feeling off of me.”
I chuckled as I stared at the ceiling. Leave it to Addison to be flowery fresh for our first time.
A few minutes had passed when the door finally cracked open. “I’m back to being kind of nervous again,” she admitted, walking slowly through the door wrapped in one my fluffy white bath towels.
My lips quirked up at her nervousness. She was so damn sexy when she was unsure of herself. It was one of the things that intrigued me about her from the beginning.
“Your hair is still dry.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to mess with all that tonight.” She glanced up at me and started biting her lip again.
“Babe, come here,” I said, reaching my hand to her. She walked over to the bed and climbed on, crawling over to me and laying on her side, looking at me. I put my hand on her cheek and slowly ran my hand down her shoulder, arm, side, hip, thigh, never taking my eyes off of her. And then I kissed her. It was slow and sensual. The kiss you give when you’re trying desperately to keep things moving at a slow pace so you can prolong the experience. My hand moved up to her breast and I gently stroked my thumb over her through the towel. Her breath hitched, making me pull back and look in her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said quietly as I continued stroking her. Her eyes dilated just a bit.
“You’re not disappointed?” she asked softly.
“Oh, babe,” I said. “You’re even better than I imagined.” I ran my hand around her neck and down her collarbone, undoing the towel. I pushed it aside, freeing her breasts. She was right. They weren’t perky and they didn’t stand at attention now that the bra was off. But damn . . . they were so beautiful. I lifted one of them with my hand and then I lowered my head and grabbed her nipple between my lips, sucking and licking and nibbling.
When she groaned quietly, it took everything in me to remain in control. I had dreamt of this night for so long. I wanted to do it right for her. I wanted to show her how I felt. That everything I felt for her was real and permanent. I was so madly in love with her, but she was too skittish for me to tell her that just yet. The only thing I could do was show her.
When she ran her fingers through my hair, I gently rolled her onto her back and kissed my way between her breasts, down to her stomach, paying special attention to the faint stretch marks around her waist.
“Why are you kissing my stretch marks?” she asked quietly, still stroking my hair.
I broke away from kissing her to look up at her. “Because I know they’re from Jaxon. And that makes them beautiful to me.”
A small smile crossed her lips as I continued my trek downward. I grabbed the towel that had somehow bunched around her legs and peeled it away from her body slowly, leaving her completely naked. My lips and tongue followed the same path as I kissed and nibbled my way down her left leg. When I got to her foot and the towel was finally on the floor where it belonged, my mouth took an identical path back up her right leg . . . foot to calf to knee to thigh to inner thigh. I could smell her arousal, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
“You smell so good,” I said as I kissed her soft curls while making my way back up her body to the breast I hadn’t tasted yet. As much as I wanted to taste her between her legs, I wasn’t going to. Not tonight. Yes, tonight was going to be about pleasure. But more importantly, I wanted it to be about the connection. No bells and whistles. No tricks. There was time for all of that later.
Tonight, I just wanted us to experience the most intimate connection a man and woman could have. And I didn’t want any other part of my body inside of her until after that moment.
As I brought my mouth to hers and nipped her bottom lip, she pushed on me, so I rolled over and lay down on my back. She sat up and touched me everywhere . . . my shoulders, my biceps, my pecs and my abs. Her hands drifted lower, skipping the bulge in my briefs, and running her hand down my thighs and calves. I watched her as she explored my body, taking her time to get to know me. Her eyes flickered up to mine when she finally grabbed the waistband of my briefs. I lifted my hips to help her, her eyes never leaving mine.