I tuck my face into the bend of his neck and shoulder to hide the color on my cheeks. “Really hard? Maybe that’s a moment you shouldn’t waste?”
He struggles to kiss me and open the door to the pool house. “That’s a moment we don’t have to worry about not happening again.”
Once we’re inside, he kicks the door closed and drops us on the bed. We both kick off our flip-flops then scramble until we’re lying full-length on his bed, with him on top of me. Kissing in an unending, devouring flow, we press into each other, straining with our bodies to get as close as we can.
I tug on the hem of his shirt and he eases back from me and immediately pulls it over his head, flinging it on the ground. I stare up at him, wide-eyed, at the smooth, nearly hairless bronze-tanned skin, the nicely cut muscles of his shoulders and chest, and the rock hard six-pack of his abs.
My hands lightly skim his torso. His breathing grows deeper and more ragged.
“I want this shirt off me,” I demand, my voice husky and impatient. “I want it off now.”
He slides the straps of my tank top off, kissing my bare skin, teasing my breasts through the fabric with his warm breath. Then he pulls it from my body. I unhook my bra to free my breasts and toss it to the floor.
The gleam in his eyes as his gaze roams my body makes want and hunger roar through my flesh.
I haven’t done this before. Bared my upper body completely. But I want us skin to skin, his heart beating against mine, even if he intends not to have sex completely.
“Oh fuck, Kaley,” he whispers in awe. “You are so gorgeous, baby.”
He leans forward placing gentle kisses all along them, the journey of his mouth slow and potent, teasing the tops of my breasts with light touches and my nipples with his breath and swirling flicks of his tongue. Everything inside me liquefies, the wetness concentrating between my thighs.
I arch upward into his mouth and he takes a nipple fully into his mouth, sucking as his hands massage and roam the slopes.
My lower body twists and rubs against him. His erection feels like it’s trying to rip through his shorts and escape. I start grinding against him, my body growing anxious and hot while Bobby’s panting turns into near airless spirts as he pushes into me over and over again.
A whimper escapes me. His mouth leaves my breasts, claiming mine in a deep kiss, his tongue filling me, before he lifts his head and kisses his way down my body.
His fingers glide up my thighs, around the edge of my panties, then inside. He teases my clit and I moan loudly.
He kisses my stomach and then lifts his face. “I want to go down on you. I want to taste you. Are you OK with that?”
Holy shit.
He wants to eat me out?
That’s within the limits?
That I didn’t expect.
I lift my head from the pillow to look at his face.
The expression in his eyes blasts heat through my veins. His words bring color to my face, because we haven’t done this before—the oral sex thing—and Bobby is right, two people can get off in lots of way. He’s definitely proven that in our prior sexcapades. But this is a new line of intimacy. As much as the place between my thighs is pulsing and screaming yes, yes, I’m kind of afraid and a touch embarrassed to let him do it, and irrationally hurt again because I can tell by his touch and his voice that this isn’t going to be a first for him.
I’m also worried he might expect me to return the favor—it would be only fair—but I’m not sure I’m ready to have a guy’s dick in my mouth. Not yet. Not even Bobby’s.
Fuck, a month ago I’d never even given a guy a hand job.
I’ve gotten pretty good at that.
Scorching heat spreads across my body.
I love watching him moan and push into my touch, fucking my mouth with his tongue as he comes into my hand, all shaky and sweaty and breathless from his release.
I didn’t expect watching that would get me so hot.
And his skin does taste so good. I bet he tastes good everywhere—the muscles in my lower body clench.
I gnaw at my lip, nod, and then relax back against his pillow. He eases off my skirt and panties. He lies there studying me, lightly touching the tops of my thighs, dropping an occasional kiss here and there except where the throbbing is painful right now.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and then turns his nose to face my sex but not touch it. He breathes in deeply, then closes his eyes as if he has to steady himself.
I wait, tense and urgent, wanting to push myself into his mouth because just knowing he’s there, the anticipation is fucking almost unbearable. He flicks his tongue against my clit, and a sharp exhale bursts from me, revealing too much how out-of-nowhere ready I am for this. He twirls around my bud as he enters me with a finger and his other hand moves to tug and roll a nipple.
Every nerve in my body jolts at once.
I know he felt it because his tongue becomes more insistent there.
The nerve-rackingly slow assault of his mouth and hands, breaths, licks and sucks makes it clear he’s not unskilled at eating a girl out. In fact, he knows just how to touch and change it up to make me crazy and hover on the edge.
For a guy about limits he is pushing me to mine. His thorough tending of my cunt is almost more than I can bear.
My back arches off the bed.
I’m panting hard.
My legs are trembling.
He closes his mouth over me, his tongue penetrating and brushing some inner hot button I didn’t know existed, and that sends sensation rocketing down my limbs.
I close my eyes, screaming out as my body is consumed by a shuddering climax. I melt into the bed, limp, as Bobby makes his way back up my body, kissing and caressing and blowing along the way.
He nuzzles my neck and then I feel his body moving away from me. I open my eyes to find him lying on his side, propped on an elbow, staring down at me. I can smell me on his breath—it’s a turn-on, but I don’t know if I want him to kiss me on my lips.
Crap, how ridiculous I am. One second contemplating his dick in my mouth and now worried he’ll kiss me with me on his tongue.
Sheepishly, I smile at him. “I don’t know if I should be happy or jealous that you are really good at that.”
He laughs, kissing me on each eyebrow. “Happy,” he whispers, then groans and lies back on his pillow. He takes off his shorts and his erection springs up at me. “You taste so good. I can’t imagine anything tasting better than you. Touch me, Kaley. I’m in agony here.”
His eyes drift closed as his fingers start moving in my hair, along my cheek, lightly brushing my lips. The taste of me on his skin is tangy and makes me hot for him all over again.
My fingers close around his dick, and he groans as my hand starts to move full length up and down him the way he likes. Slowly, a squeeze at the base, up to the head, then a finger around the top, pausing to tease that spot just below the tip.
I caress his balls and then give a light squeeze before I run my fingers back up. A bead of white pushes out through the tip and I think about taking it with my tongue. I start kissing my way across his jaw, down his neck, his shoulder, his chest and to those perfect abs, lower and lower to the base of his cock.
I start pumping as I lift my head, mouth open, but before I can take him he stops me with his hand.
He tenses. “No, Kaley.”
I freeze.
Did he just tell me to stop?
Emotions overtake me—hurt, worry, disappointment, and confusion.
My hand stops. “Why don’t you want me to do that?”
His lids lift. The tenderness of his eyes immediately calms me. “The first time I come in you, I don’t want it to be in your mouth. I want it to be inside you, making love to you, and if you so much as touch me there with your mouth, it’s a done deal. I’m going to come in about two seconds.”
The way he says that makes me laugh.
My hand gloves his erection again, stroking him slowly at first and then, as his face tenses, faster and faster.