She sat up and took over, whipping off the tank top. Her creamy breasts peeked above a bra, which she unclipped and flung onto the blanket, looking simultaneously like she wanted to stick out her chest in pride and cross her arms over them in modesty.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply and wrapped his palms around the lush flesh she offered him.
“Oh. That feels so good.” She leaned her head back, pushed her breasts into his hands and closed her eyes.
He ran his thumbs over her nipples, liking how they shrank to needy buds so fast. Was she wet between the legs? He’d tasted her there and wanted to again. And he wanted inside her. To take her from above. To lie beneath her rocking body. To thrust into her from the side and behind, and every way there was to be with a woman.
For now he settled for taking a nipple deep into his mouth, the way he knew she liked it.
She gasped and her body shook so badly, he stopped and wrapped her in his arms, steadying her. He felt her heart pounding so hard and her ribs swelled and receded in a panicked hunt for oxygen.
What about protection? He hadn’t thought of that. “I think I have a condom…in my wallet,” he said. God, he hoped so.
“Oh, yes.” She leaned back, her eyes wide. “I forgot. I’m on the pill though. If you’re safe?”
“I’m good. Safe, I mean.”
They didn’t have to stop. Thank God.
“Good. Because I want to feel all of you,” she said, her eyes a sharp blue sting of heat.
“And I want in,” he said. Desire roared through him like the Firebird on a straight stretch, fast and hard, hot and furious. Forgetting grace and slow care, he went for her shorts, flipping open the clasp, yanking down the zipper.
She lifted her ass so he could get the damn things off and he tried not to scrape her skin in his rush to get her naked and in his hands.
He made short work of his own clothes, too, then moved to take her down to the blanket.
She stopped him with a hand on his arm and stared deliberately at his cock, her pupils flaring. She reached out a sweet hand and clasped him, sliding her fingers up and down.
“That’s good,” he said, rocking into her palm, holding himself back, needing to make sure she had full pleasure first.
He lowered her to the blanket while she stroked him with her fingers, cupping his balls with the other hand.
He looked down at her, lust pounding through him, his restraint all but gone. Easy. Take your time. Make it good for her. When had he ever wanted a woman so much?
“I want to touch you,” he said, taking her fingers from his cock and putting her hands around his neck, needing to slow it down so he could take care of her right. He slid his hand up her thigh and she spread her legs for him the way she had on that bench in the studio.
“Please. Touch me,” she breathed and he dipped his fingers where she was swollen and so wet. “Yes, like that. I like that.” Her eyes rolled back and she relaxed into what he was doing. She trusted him and that made him want to please and protect her.
She felt familiar and new at the same time. He stroked her slowly and she cried out, then whimpered, writhing under his fingers. Reading her body, he moved faster, adding pressure, sensing she was close.
“S-s-stop,” she managed to say, fighting for words, stopping his hand. “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah,” he said, his blood surging, grateful for the invitation. He situated himself over her parted thighs, nudged at her entrance, then plunged deep into her. She felt good—a perfect fit—smooth and tight and holding on.
“Finally,” she breathed. Sparks flared and subsided in her eyes like embers in a campfire.
He pulled out and pumped in deep.
“That’s it…Keep doing…that.”
He repeated the move, loving the length of her and the way she held on to him with her sex, squeezed him, made him hers.
He’d never wanted to be inside a woman so much. And it was even better once he was there.
“Ohohoh…I want…so much…I want….” She kept struggling to speak, to tell him how she felt, what she wanted. Sweet.
“I know, baby.” He wanted, too. He wanted all of her. It was primal, carnal. He wanted to take her here on the earth, like the creature of nature he was. Raw emotion plowed through him and he thrust deeper, then deeper still.
“More.” She locked her ankles across his ass and repeated the command, pulling him deeper into her. “More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she said, steadying her gaze so he would know she meant it. “I want more.”
So he allowed instinct to rule and thrust hard.
“Oh…that’s…so…good. I’m coming…too soon.”