Not yet.
“I don’t know how to do this.” Her words are a whispered confession that pulls at something deep in my chest.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“I want to.” She looks down at the floor. My eyes follow her stare, and I watch as she steps out of her heels. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her to leave them, but this is her show. I’m just the extra. The man who is desperate for time with her, to feel her skin against mine, to feel her heat wrapped around me. “I’m just going to need some help.”
I look up to find those big blue eyes of hers watching me intently. My legs move on their own as they carry me to her. With my eyes roaming over her body, I take her in, memorizing that little black dress. There is nothing special about it—I’ve seen the same version on hundreds of women in my lifetime—but on her, on my dream girl, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
When we’re toe to toe, I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it to the floor. Her breath hitches. The sound is blaring through the silence of the room. I repeat the process with my jeans, tugging them over my thighs and kicking them to the side. That leaves me standing before her in nothing but my boxer briefs that do nothing to hide my desire for her.
“My turn?” she asks. There’s a wobble in her voice, but the firm set of her shoulders tells me that although she’s nervous, she’s in this. We’re in this. Here. Together.
“I want to see you.”
She nods and turns, giving me her back, moving her long dark locks to hang over one shoulder. “Unzip me?”
“My pleasure,” I say. My voice is confident, but the tremble in my hands as I grasp her zipper and slowly pull until it reaches the small of her back tells another story.
I stand still as I watch her pull the dress from one shoulder then the other. She shimmies her hips and lets it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. Black lace is all that’s left covering her, and my cock twitches. With my index finger, I trace from one shoulder to the other, feeling her soft skin.
With a shudder, she slowly turns to face me. Blue eyes full of desire find mine. I cradle her face with my hands, staring at her intently, hoping she can see into the depths of my soul how much I want her. I don’t mask the need that I have for her or the surprise that it’s there. I’ve never in my life felt like this.
“Can I kiss you?”
“You better,” she replies, and if she was going to say anything else, it’s too late because my lips are on hers.
Her hands wrap around my waist, and I drop my hands, doing the same, needing her closer. My tongue strokes against hers, the taste of her exploding on my tongue. “So sweet,” I murmur. I’ve never kissed someone as sweet as her, and her skin, it’s so damn soft. I softly trace her back until I reach her bra strap. “May I?” I ask against her lips.
“Hurry,” she says breathlessly.
And that’s all the go-ahead I need.
I make quick work of the clasp and step back, pulling the small scrap of lace from her body. Her tits, more than a handful, are staring at me, her hard nipples, begging for my mouth. Not able to wait, I bend my head, sucking one into my mouth, making her moan from somewhere deep in her throat. As her nails dig into my shoulders, I take my time going from one breast to the other, lavishing them with equal attention, before dropping to my knees.
I kiss her belly and down until I reach the waistband of her thong. Gripping the material on one side, I tug, the sound of ripping fabric fills the room, and an audible gasp comes from the beauty standing before me. “Fuck,” I murmur as I lean in and trace my tongue between her folds.
“Oh,” she gasps, her hands finding their way to my hair.
When her legs start to tremble, I know it’s time to move this to the bed. It’s a struggle to pull myself to my feet. “Bed,” I say huskily.
She moves to take a step and stumbles. I don’t hesitate to bend and lift her into my arms. She yelps out her surprise but wraps her arms around my neck. In a few long strides, I’m laying her gently on the bed, stripping out of my boxer briefs, and reaching for my jeans. I fumble with them until I find my wallet and pull out my one and only condom. One. “Fuck,” I mutter. Once will never be enough with her.
“My purse,” she murmurs, her voice thick. “I have some in my purse.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, scanning the room for her purse. Once I’m in that bed with her, I don’t want to leave.
Ever.
I can already feel it deep in my bones. She’s got a hold on me.
“My best friend, she always insists we’re prepared, but I-I’ve never needed them before.” Her confession is soft, almost shy, and I find my chest swelling with pride that I’m the man she needs them for that this breathtaking woman has chosen me to give her pleasure.
Finding her purse, I hand it to her and watch as she pulls back the zipper and retrieves three condoms, handing them to me. “She was a girl scout,” she says, shrugging.
“Thank her for me,” I say with a cocky grin.
Placing the four condoms on the bed beside her head, I climb over the top of her. Her legs automatically open, allowing me to settle between her thighs where I belong. At least that’s what this moment feels like. It’s as if I’m finally home, and I don’t understand it, and right now, I don’t want to. I just want to be with her. I want to slide inside her and feel her heat. I want her nails digging into my back and her legs wrapped around my waist.
My lips find hers. I kiss her slow and deep, trying to calm my racing heart. Her legs wrap around my waist, just as I imagined, and with her feet locked, she’s squeezing, drawing me in closer, my hard cock resting against her wet pussy. “Fuck,” I swear, pulling out of the kiss. “You sure you want this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She reaches up and rests her hand on my cheek. “I can’t explain this connection that I feel toward you. It’s like I’ve known you forever, and I know I want it to be you. I have zero doubts. No reservations that you are who I want.”
Who am I to argue? Instead, I reach for a condom and sit back on my legs, covering my cock, before aligning myself at her entrance. My lips seek out hers, and as my tongue slides past her lips, I push forward on one long stroke. I’m inside of her tight, wet heat. Her gasp and soft whimper have me pulling out of the kiss to stare down at her. The moonlight shows that her face is pained, and my mind slowly connects the dots.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice thick.
“Yes.” Her eyes open slowly, and she smiles up at me. “Just needed a minute.”
I swallow hard. “Is this…?” My voice trails off. I can’t seem to find the words to ask her if this is her first time. That’s impossible. She’s in her early twenties if I had to guess and a fucking knockout. Shit, I should have asked how old she was. She’s a college graduate, so I know she’s legal. Fuck me. I don’t even know her name.
Something stirs with the idea that I could be the only man to ever feel her like this. I’ve never been with a virgin, and never wanted to, but with this woman beneath me, big blue eyes shining up at me, I feel… possessive. I want to claim her as mine. Not just for tonight, but for as long as I can convince her to be mine.