Trouble(77)

“Leave it off.”

What? Why?

I want to see every gorgeous inch of her, but because it’s her, and I know she’ll have her reasons, I let it go and slowly retract my hand.

We can forego the light, but after tonight, I’m going to have every light in this goddamn room on so that I can see every beautiful inch of her.

I stare down at her, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. I see the creamy skinned silhouette of Mia on my bed, and it turns me on in a way I didn’t know possible.

I’ve never had a woman in my bed before. This has always been my space, but I want to share my space with her. I want her here. I want her in every aspect of my life.

Climbing up on the bed, I kneel between her parted legs.

I lean over her, hands pressing into the mattress either side of her head. I dip my mouth down and kiss her once.

Then I trail my hand with featherlight movements down her face, going down her neck until I reach the peak of breasts where her still damp skin awaits me.

“Is this okay?” I check before diving in.

“Yes.” She sounds breathy and sexy. So damn hot.

Lifting her hand to my head, she slides her fingers into my damp hair.

I free one strap off her shoulder, letting it fall as I move the cup, freeing her breast.

Her nipple is taut, and so very ready for me.

I dip my head and take her into my mouth, sucking hard. She groans, her hips jerking upward, pressing her pussy hard against my cock. I nearly shoot my load.

“Fuck,” I groan. I grip her hip with my hand, keeping her steady. I intend on making this last for as long as possible.

I return my attention to her nipple, laving it with my tongue, then I begin licking and sucking every part of her tit. Not content with the limited access, I ease my hand behind her, reaching for the clasp on her bra. She inclines, allowing me to unhook it, and I slide it down her arms, tossing it to the floor.

She lays back, hands on my shoulders.

I stare down at her naked tits, unable to look away. “Fuck … Mia, you’re beautiful.”

Her hand goes to her face, covering it. I know she’s feeling shy.

I move her hand from her face. “You’re beautiful,” I reaffirm and press a gentle kiss to her lips.

I shift down her body, allowing me access to her neglected tit. I take it in my mouth, paying it the same attention, sucking and licking while I pinch her other nipple with my thumb and finger.

She cries out. Pushing against me, panting, “Jordan, please. I need you.”

“Fuck. You’re so fucking hot.” I drop my head against her chest. “I wanted this to last, but I don’t know if I can.”

Getting to my knees, I hook my fingers into the top of her damp panties. I pause, giving her time to let me know if this is too much.

She nods her head, lightly. “Please,” she says.

I pull her panties down her legs. She bends her leg, allowing me to slip it off one leg, then the other. I toss them to the floor and look down at her pussy. It’s shaved and neat. I bet she tastes as sweet as she smells.

My cock hardens further. I grab it through my wet boxers, sliding the shaft up and down, all the while staring at her pussy.

“I need to taste you.” I’m asking, but I don’t wait for her answer because I’m off the end of the bed, knees on the floor, spreading her thighs.

I press my mouth to her pussy, sucking on her clit. Jesus, she tastes amazing.

She cries out, making a mewling sound, digging her heels into the bed. I smile, loving her reaction as I run my nose between her lips, inhaling her.

“So fuckin’ good,” I murmur, knowing the vibration of my voice will only tease her further.

“Please, Jordan…” she moans. “I need…”

I run my tongue down, pushing it inside her, taking more of her sweetness into my mouth. “Shh … it’s okay. I got you, babe.” I press my tongue against her clit and slide a finger inside her. Then another.

Then I’m pumping my fingers in and out, licking and sucking her. And I don’t stop going until she’s exploding under my mouth.

While she’s coming down from her orgasm, I remove my boxer shorts in the fastest time known to man, and climb up her panting, trembling body, so ready to be inside her it’s not even funny.

I kiss her, running my tongue over her lips, letting her taste herself on me.

She sucks my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer. “I want you,” she breathes.

Jesus. She’s so fucking sexy.

I reach over into my drawer, and pull out an unopened box of condoms that I’d bought when Mia and I started dating.

Call it forward planning.

I’m an optimistic kind of guy. And that was optimistic, not opportunistic.