And also makes me self-conscious.
I look to the side and bite my bottom lip, not really wanting to strip down in front of this athletic powerhouse.
“Lose the shirt, Em.”
I clench it tighter. When he sees my apprehension, he squats in front of me and lifts my chin. “Lose the shirt.”
“I’m different, Knox. I’m not the same girl.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You’re even more beautiful than I remember, so lose the shirt.” His hands go to the hem and he slowly pulls it over revealing my black cotton bra. My boobs are bigger because of the weight I’ve gained, and there’s more to my ass than there used to be. Not to mention, my stomach isn’t as flat, nor do I have as much confidence as I did in college. I never had a problem stripping in front of Knox before, but now, it feels like a spotlight is highlighting every insecurity.
I wrap my arms around my waist and look away. “I’ve put on some weight.”
Once again, he tips my chin with two fingers so I’m forced to look him in the eyes. “Trust me when I say this, Em. You are by far, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.” He reaches behind me and with one hand, unclasps my bra, letting the weight of my breasts push the fabric down.
“Fuck,” he mutters, laying me back and hovering above me. “Em, your tits . . .” His voice cuts off as he takes one in his hand and squeezes. His hand works over the round globe, exploring its new size, my increased sensitivity. My nipples peak, and he takes that moment to lower his mouth to the rosy nub. With his head bent forward and his body over mine, I glide my hands across his back, every muscle twitching beneath my palm.
Sucking hard, he squeezes one breast while pulling on the other nipple, shooting waves of pleasure through my veins. The ache I have for him grows exponentially when he lifts up, smiles at me, and then grabs the waist of my pants and pulls them down along with my thong.
“Shit, Em.” He stares at me. “You wax?”
“Yeah,” I answer, my face burning red as he lowers himself between my legs.
We talked about this, we joked about it for months, we even bet on who would break first, so for it to finally be happening almost seems unbelievable.
“I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.” Without hesitation, he spreads my legs, pushing my knees out. He then licks his lips and looks up at me. “I’m not going another minute without finding out.”
His head dives between my legs as his fingers part me and his tongue reaches out and barely flicks my clit.
“Oh God,” I moan, my back sinking into the mattress as my hands fall to my sides, gripping the comforter.
“Are you still a virgin when it comes to your pussy being licked?”
I want to tell him yes, I want to tell him this will be the first time for me, but unfortunately, I wasn’t a saint over the last eight years, and I doubt he was either. Hell, I know he wasn’t. So I choose honesty.
“No.”
His jaw pulses as he studies me through lust-filled eyes. “Well then, I’m going to have to erase the memory of anyone else’s tongue stroking your clit.”
Instead of diving in like I thought he would, he takes his time, blazing kisses along my inner thighs. Unhurried, he savors every single kiss, his tongue peeking out for a few as he works his way to my apex, pressing his mouth above my pubic bone, then lower, and then on my slit, stealing a gasp from my lips.
He works his way to the other leg, repeating the same delicious torture along my skin. His lips cause goosebumps to spread over my legs, his hands hold me in place, not letting me take charge, and his mouth does sinful things I’ve never felt before.
Nips.
Sucks.
Licks.
I’m writhing beneath him, and he’s still avoiding the spot where I’m aching the most.
Wet and turned on, I groan when his mouth travels north up my stomach rather than south.
“Knox, please, God, I need your tongue.”
“Have you forgotten about the other men?”
“Oh my God, yes. Please, I want you. Only you.” Against my stomach, I feel his lips curve into a smile before he lowers his mouth slowly until he reaches my center. He pauses, spreads my lips with his fingers, and then lightly flicks his tongue across my clit so I can almost barely feel the stroke. Like a whisper, grazing over my most sensitive spot, the pleasure pooling at the base of my spine strikes up with every featherlight touch.
“Knox,” I breathe. I try to twist, to lift my hips for more pressure but he holds me still, lightly flicking over and over until I can feel the smallest of orgasms start to spasm through my center. It’s so small, so not what I want that I try to hold back. I try to think of something else, to will it to stop. It’s almost as if he can hear my thoughts, because his tongue stops and he lifts his head up, leaving me hanging, my clit throbbing, my need for release causing me to cry out.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Watching you. You’re on the edge, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I answer my voice incredibly shaky.
“Good, then tell me again, tell me how you feel about me.”
I fling my arm over my eyes, in disbelief that he stopped. “I love you, Knox.”
“Look at me and say it.”
I lean up on my elbows and stare down at him, his chiseled face so handsome, his brows perched over his heady eyes. “I love you, Knox.”
He licks his upper lip and then buries his face between my legs and presses his tongue thickly against my clit. The pressure is almost unbearable before he lets up and lightly flicks, then long, hard strokes.
He repeats that pattern. Light, hard, light, hard. Thick, thin, thick, thin.
My body seizes on me, and his name is falling off my tongue in a wave of unadulterated passion. My body convulses, my hips ride his tongue, and my orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, consuming every last inch of me.
He doesn’t let up; he doesn’t stop moving his tongue until I’m a heaping mess on the mattress.
I can barely hear him above me, undressing until he’s scooting me farther up the bed and his cock is strapped with a condom, hard as stone, poised between my legs.
Straddling me, he leans down to press a kiss against my lips. His tongue swirls over mine and his hand finds my breast where he kneads, rolling my nipple with his finger and grinding his length against my leg.
It’s hot.
It reminds me of every time we were intimate without going all the way.
His panting, his heavy body above mine, the slickness of my arousal all over his cock.
God, I want this. I want him . . . forever.
“I’ve waited so goddamn long for this moment,” he says, connecting our foreheads. “I’ve waited to look you in the eyes while I enter you. I’ve waited to see how snug your pussy is around my cock. I’ve waited to come inside you. I’ve been waiting way too damn long.” His limbs shake and I reach out, cupping his face.
“I’ve waited too, Knox. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted.” Sitting up, I push him back on his knees and grip the back of his neck, dragging his mouth across mine. The heat between us turns up to unprecedented levels as his cock dances near my entrance. His hands run down my back, to my ass where he grips me tightly and groans.