“Fuck, Jessie. I want you, so bad. I’m just afraid if we . . .”
“Stop being afraid, goddamn it,” she blurted. “I’m asking you, begging you, to touch me. Touch me like I know you want to. Own me tonight.”
She tugged her bra down her arms in one fluid motion to let her breasts free. And that action tied with her unbelievable words seemed to speak to the darkness inside me. It was essentially my undoing.
Fuck me, this girl had the most gorgeous set of tits I’d ever laid eyes on. Large and swollen, with dark pink nipples—there was no way I could refrain from touching them. A replica of her camera was inked above her breast, which hands down, made her way hotter than any girl I’d ever gotten naked with.
The need in her eyes turned into unadulterated hunger and fueled that inner part of me that I was trying desperately to ignore. It was like she was the light to my darkness. The key to my enclosure.
Reaching out, I circled her nipple with my thumb and she closed her eyes on a moan.
“Please, Nate,” she ground out.
She was fucking begging me now, and that only emboldened me.
I leaned forward and began kissing her skin everywhere except the one place she wanted most. Her head fell back and a whimper rose from her throat.
“You want it bad, don’t you?” Something inside me kicked into higher gear. I allowed myself to let loose. Just a bit. “You need me to taste your nipples and I’m not doing it.”
“Yes.” Her body began trembling.
I nudged her back down on the bed and hovered over her. “You want my mouth on you?”
Her eyes blazed into mine. I didn’t see any fear in them, only desire and eagerness.
“You’re going to have to beg.” I grabbed hold of her arms and yanked them above her head, effectively keeping her hostage while my mouth assaulted hers. “Let me hear it.”
“Fuck, Nate,” she said all breathy. “Please . . . I need your mouth all over me.”
“That’s it.” I was beyond turned on. This was what I’d always wanted. Someone who’d let me play, allow me to stretch my wings and experiment in the bedroom. The tip of my tongue circled around one of her nipples and she almost sprang off the bed.
She attempted to rip her arms from my grasp, to touch me, but I wouldn’t allow it. “You keep your hands still, little firecracker, or I won’t lick you again. You hear me?”
Her eyes widened. “Yes.”
She immediately ceased struggling. I rewarded her by licking her other nipple and she exhaled in relief. But that wasn’t enough. For either of us.
“I’m going to free your hands but they need to stay up here like this,” I said, giving her fingers a squeeze. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her eyes practically rolled back in pleasure. This girl was unbelievable. She was my every fantasy come true. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into?
I released my grasp and began devouring her breasts. God, I could lick and suck her tits all night long if she let me. They were perfect.
As she cried out, I felt her arms stretch down to reach for my hair. But then she seemed to remember my rule and yanked them back up.
That action turned me on so completely, I almost came in my goddamn pants.
My mouth skimmed down to her stomach and it quivered in my wake.
“Please, Nate. I need to see you,” she said, her voice husky. “I want to taste you, too.”
Shit, it was that pleading voice that would be my downfall. “In time, sweetheart.”
My fingers slid to her black panties and traced along the edges. “What kind of treasure do you have buried here?”
I could feel her knees shaking beneath me. A tattoo peeked from the top of the elastic and I nudged it down to have a look. It was some sort of ornate picture frame, the kind you might see hanging in museums.
She had a photo theme inked over the landscape of her body and it was so lush and gorgeous and exotic. This tattoo seemed to match the roll of film on her arms and the camera replica on her upper torso. Almost like a dedication to her late father.
And here I was bossing, dominating, asking her to beg. I yanked my head up, buckling from the pressure inside my skull.
Damn, I was a sick motherfucker. I needed to stop this madness.
Jessie went rigid, immediately sensing the change in my demeanor. “Nate,” she said, sitting up.
I got a full view of her bouncing tits and it did nothing to help my still-raging hard-on. But I was fighting with myself and she recognized it.
She reached for me and I allowed her to. Gazing deeply into my eyes, she gently burrowed her fingers in my hair and brushed her soft mouth against mine. Her lips parted and our tongues met in the most intimate kiss I’d ever encountered.