God, she was so beautiful. Unable to resist the vision before me, I took off my T-shirt and crawled onto the bed. I wasn’t going to touch her, but I wanted to be close enough that I could really study her.
She sleepily smiled at me when I lay beside her. I just wanted to take in all of her. That cute little smile. The length of her eyelashes and the shape of her delicate, feminine neck.
“Are you just going to lie there and watch me?”
“Yes.”
She got onto all fours and did this cute little stretch with her spine. “I can’t wait to get back to yoga.”
It wasn’t hard to imagine her walking out of an exclusive yoga studio carrying an expensive tea latte. “You do yoga?”
She reached with her hand over her head in a move that pulled her tank top tight against her breasts. “I’m terrible at it, but when I stop doing it, my body protests.”
I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze away from her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pushing through the thin fabric. In an attempt to create some sort of boundary between us, if only to keep my hands off her, I said, “We live different lives.”
She stopped stretching and sat back on her haunches. She was trying to figure out where I was coming from. “Not that different.”
If only she knew how badly I wanted to keep her close to me. “Different enough.”
Her mouth tightened, which told me she was about to take a stand on the issue. She reached out and, without ceremony, grabbed a handful of my hard cock through my pants. I grunted as she squeezed it tight.
I grabbed her wrist, but she didn’t let go. Next thing I knew, I was moving her hand up and down my cock.
Only when her other hand reached forward to undo my pants did I release her hand. She pulled my hard dick out of my pants and her small hand gently explored it. When she started stroking, hot desire washed over me. I seemed incapable of doing anything but watching her through half-closed eyes.
I grunted when she started this little rhythmic squeeze thing, but just when it was getting good, she stopped. She inched forward, and only when she started lowering her face did I fully realize her intentions. I was shocked in a frozen, fascinated way—she didn’t strike me as someone who readily gave head.
When her mouth was about an inch away from my pounding member, she gave me a self-conscious smile. “I’m not super experienced doing this.”
I let out a pent-up breath. I knew I should be telling her to stop, but all I managed to say was, “You’re doing good so far.”
I damn near came off the bed when she slowly started to suck me off. Her mouth was a combination of warmth, wet and inexperience, which for some reason had me counting backwards. When she started to pump her mouth on my cock and looked up at me with those green eyes, I had to actively concentrate not to blow my load.
Holy fuck, she was a turn-on. I barely lasted another minute before I had to reach down and slowly extract her from my cock. My concern was how much I wanted to come into her mouth. If we kept going, that would shortly become an inevitability.
She looked slightly mortified. “I did it wrong.”
“Not true.”
“You stopped me before I even got started.”
I decided to just be honest with her. “I got too close to coming.”
She sounded incredulous. “I don’t believe you.”
She needed to be distracted. I reached out to grab her, but she skittishly moved away.
“I’m in charge today.”
Curious about what that would look like, I decided to play along. “Okay. That’s fair.”
She swung her leg over me, straddling me. I started to work at taking off her tank top when she pushed aside her panties and, without warning, impaled herself on me.
My entire body bucked in response to the intense sensations of my bare cock being sheathed in warm, wet pussy. She held on like a champion.
I put my hands on her hips, but she grabbed them and placed them above my head. “Keep those there.”
I didn’t know if I should laugh or be turned on by her demands. They were so arbitrary, since she couldn’t physically make me do anything, but I found myself complying anyway.
“Are you going to talk dirty too?” I asked her.
She bit her lip as she slowly started to circle her hips. “That’s your department.”
“We have departments now?”
She smiled wickedly. “We do when I’m in charge.”
I would have laughed if I weren’t so enthralled with the sensation of her tight little pussy pumping on my cock. She was making moves that I could only describe as mind-blowing.
And then she got a look on her face and stopped moving.
I might possibly die from blue balls. I managed to speak. “You should keep going.”
“I really like it when you talk all hot and sexy during sex, but I can only speak the truth.”
I fought my need to buck up into her. “The truth is good.”
She looked conflicted. “I need to tell you the truth. My truth.”
“Which is?”
She put both hands flat on my chest and looked me deep in the eyes. “I meant it when I said I didn’t want to say goodbye to you.”
The sex was forgotten as I got pulled into this conversation. She wanted to try and have a relationship. “Oh.”
“Do you want to say goodbye to me?”
It would never work, but not because I didn’t want it. “No, but we’re different.”
“We’re not that different.”
“Different enough.”
You would think this conversation would kill my hard-on, but I wasn’t sure my cock had ever been harder. She sat on top of me, not moving, and my cock was like a missile buried deep inside of her.
“The thing is…” She looked at me shyly. “I have feelings for you.”
Her words were my undoing.
“Oh god,” I gritted out as I jackknifed up, wrapped my arms around her, and roughly held her tight while I selfishly thrust once, twice, three times into her, releasing all of me into her depths with a roar.
God help me. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. “I owe you an orgasm.”
She put my face in her hands and brought her forehead to mine so she could look into my soul. “Does that mean you’ll give us a chance?”
I knew at the core of my being that this woman would be my undoing. I knew if I allowed her to get too close, she would eventually break me. I think I’d always known that about her. But it was too late to protect myself. I was unable to resist her. “I’m definitely thinking about it.”
Her smile was more beautiful than a thousand sunsets.
I didn’t understand the tight feeling in my chest, but it felt so good it hurt. I flipped her onto her back and kissed her deep. “Time for me to redeem myself after that embarrassing start.”
She put her hands around my neck. “Did you really like my blow job?”
“I loved your blow job.”
“I can do it better, I know I can.”
“I doubt it. That was damn close to perfection.”
“What time does our plane leave?”
“We have six hours.”
“I think it’s your turn to be in charge.”
I made a point of pinning her arms down above her head. I brought my lips to hers so when I spoke, I spoke against her mouth. “Where do you want to go on our first date?”