He had taken a dominant stance over me next to the bed. His hand moved down to grab his cock. He was stroking himself over his briefs. I could tell his jaw was clenched as he watched my small hand moving under my underwear.
“Does it feel good?”
I moaned. “So good.”
“Strip down, Kat. I need to see you.”
Stopping my movements, I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra and this was the first time Timber had seen me like this. The air in his room was warm, but my nipples were hard and my breasts felt heavy. He was making me so needy. Yanking my underwear off, I laid back on his bed, letting him view all of me. My pulse was thrumming. I hadn’t even considered the idea of him not liking the way I looked. But now, as I lay here completely exposed, it occurred to me that I could possibly be visually unappealing. My heart hammered in my chest for a whole new reason.
Insecurity.
“Look at me.” His deep voice cut through my thoughts. My eyes moved to his. “Don’t do that. Don’t go anywhere else but right here with me. You understand me?”
I nodded. “I’m scared I’m not going to be enough.”
Timber sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over me, his fingers grazed my face. He traveled down my cheek, across the column of my neck, then grazed the side of my breast and stopped at my hip. His eyes watched his hand as it moved across my body. When his blue eyes came back to my face, I gasped. Even in the dark I could see the depths of feeling. “With you, there’s no such thing as imperfection. If I closed my eyes right now, my memories wouldn’t do you justice. You’re the real deal, Kat. I’ve never seen anything like you before in my life. Your silky hair, that sparkle in your eye when you are being mischievous, the curve of your lips, and this body that is devoid of a single flaw… I couldn’t make you up even if I tried.” He kissed the tip of my nose then hovered over my mouth. His tongue darted out and licked my lips. “Don’t kid yourself. We both know that I’m the lucky one here. Breathe with me, Kat. I don’t want you scared of me. We’re not going to have sex tonight. I just want this.” He motioned to my body. “I want to watch your face as I make you come. Ecstasy is going to be a beautiful look on you.”
His words caused any and all reservations to take a flying leap out the window and courage took its place. Nobody had ever made me feel as beautiful as he just did. I reached out for both of his hands and brought them up on my breasts. “Make me feel good, Timber.”
“I will, baby, just relax and let me take you there.”
His head came down and I felt his warm tongue lick across my nipple. My back arched. Closing his mouth around it he sucked, gently working me back up into the same frenzy was before self-doubt had brought me down. I could feel his teeth scrape against the hardened peak and I reached up and held his head against me. His hand that was resting on my stomach inched its way down until the tip of his calloused finger touched the swollen bud. My hips jerked.
Timber sat back, releasing my nipple with a slight pop. His eyes were nearly as dark as his messy black hair. “Open your legs.” As if he were my puppeteer, my legs opened at his command. “Christ, you’re glistening, baby.”
“Please. I need more.”
“Shhh. Just feel.”
I looked down and watched what he was doing. His index finger was sliding down over my clit to my opening and up again. My whole body was starting to shake with need for more of him. I had one hand tugging at my full breast and the other had moved to the top of his briefs. They were in the way and I was frustrated that I couldn’t feel the hard, silky skin of his cock. Watching him making me fall apart was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“I want you naked, Timber,” I whispered.
He lifted his hips and used his free hand to remove his briefs. His fingers never left my aching body. He continued to circle his fingers around my clit. When his cock sprung free, I took no time grasping him. I’d never actually jerked a guy off before. The traveling stranger had been straight up sex. Not much other touching had been involved. I was going purely on instinct and what seemed like the right thing to do. I moved my palm up and down his length, gently squeezing the tip before I’d go back toward his base. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it too hard or too soft, but the deep rumble coming from his chest said I was doing something right.
My breathing was becoming more ragged. I was so close to orgasm and I needed something more to tip me over the edge. The pressure of his fingers increased the faster I pumped my fist. “I’m not going to fucking last if you don’t slow down, Kat.”