I quietly locked my bedroom door and turned back. She was frowning again. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
Please don’t tell me to stop. Fuck, please don’t tell me to stop.
She looked down at herself and back up to me quickly, shrugging and throwing her arms out to the sides. “Look at me. I’m in sweats and a T-shirt. I’m not very good at being sexy.”
My rock-hard cock disagrees.
“Danicka, it’s not your clothes that make you sexy. It’s just you. And that sassy mouth doesn’t hurt, either.” Before she could argue back, I strode forward and grabbed her waist, lifting her so that she could wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Her lips teased and sucked on mine as we walked to the side of my bed. I laid her down gently and crawled on top of her. Her hair splayed out across my pillow as I rested up on my elbow, staring down at her.
“What?” she asked softly as she stared at me with dark, intense eyes.
I shook my head, pinching my bottom lip in between my teeth as I studied every inch of her face. “Nothing. I’ve just imagined you here, like this, for months now.”
She blinked slowly as she pressed her lips together, smiling lazily at me. Arching one eyebrow, she asked, “Then why do I still have clothes on?”
Game. On.
I sat up quickly and dragged her T-shirt over her head, revealing her black bra and beautiful breasts, which had been teasing me behind button-down shirts for months. Hoping I still remembered how to unhook a bra, I reached behind her with one hand and grabbed the edge, swiftly unhooking the strap as I clasped my mouth down on the sweet skin just under her collarbone. Her bra fell to the bed, and I pushed it off to the side. As much as I wanted to sit back again and admire her, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I was removing my mouth from her body. I’d worked too hard for a taste of her, and this was just the beginning.
As slowly as I could, I kissed my way from her collarbone down to her breast. I flicked the tip of her nipple with my tongue as she let out a soft moan and arched her back, pushing into me. I smiled to myself, knowing that she wanted more as I pulled her whole nipple in my mouth and sucked harder. After a few seconds, I pulled back and grabbed the waist of her sweats, gently pulling them down and letting them off the edge of the bed, too. She hooked her fingers in the string of her black, lacy thong and started to pull, but I put my hand on hers.
“Not yet,” I said with a smirk. “I want to enjoy that for just a few more minutes.”
I sat back just a little and traced the skin of her hips with my fingertips. Every soft swirl I made with my hand made her body buck and arch in the sexiest way possible. My eyes were trying to take it all in, darting all over her body as she responded in the most incredible way to my touch.
I grabbed on to the strings of her panties and slowly pulled them down, kissing her legs as I went. She giggled and raised her head, looking at me, as I got to her ankles. “Your ankles are ticklish?” I chuckled, kissing her again.
“Yes, very. So you better stop before I accidentally kick and land my foot somewhere that would leave you incapacitated, and both of us very unhappy, for the rest of the night.”
I took her warning seriously and sat up again, reaching over my head and grabbing the collar of my T-shirt. She watched every move I made, her eyes widening as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. She let out a tiny squeal of surprise as I quickly surged back over the top of her and claimed her mouth again. Our tongues danced and tangled as the heat built between the two of us.
Her hand slowly trailed down my stomach, ducking inside of my sweats. The instant her hand wrapped around my hard cock, I let out a moan.
“You like that?” she whispered, kissing her way over to my neck and down past my collarbone.
I groaned again, unable to form actual words. I had an inkling where she was headed as she rolled me onto my back and continued kissing south. “Can I see what else you like?”
Holy shit. Yes. Please, yes.
I lifted my head, watching her as she pulled at the waistband of my pants and slid them off of me. Just the sight of her beautiful, naked body hovering over my poor, sex-deprived dick was enough to turn me into a fifteen-year-old boy with no control, but I was determined not to embarrass myself.
She gripped the root of my dick, and I swear the moment she put it in her mouth for the first time, I forgot my fucking name. Her warm mouth moved at a slow, torturous pace as she stared up at me with her intense, dark eyes. I bit my lip and let my head fall back against the pillow, worried that if I watched her work on me, it would be over before it had started. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth gripped, and she squeezed my balls to the point where I was sure if she slid down me one more time, that was it. I sat up and pulled myself away quickly, causing her lips to make a hot slapping noise. She giggled and ran the back of her hand along her bottom lip.