A charm.
A token.
“Stop teasing me,” I beg.
His lips skim over my skin as the clothing falls away. When he tugs down my leggings, I hear one of the seams ripping, but I’m so fucking wet that I don’t care. I need him inside me.
I reach for him when I’m naked underneath him because I’m bracing for something to feel wrong, for me to second guess what I want. It’s what I feared the most, that I would constantly second guess myself.
I’m not second guessing anything.
“Why are you still wearing clothing?” I groan the question when I try to pull him closer to me, wanting to feel his skin on mine. I feel drunk even though I haven’t had anything to drink.
It’s him.
“I need you inside of me,” my thighs hike up higher on his waist, and my hips seek the friction I need, “please. Turner, make me forget,” my words come out as a whispered secret as if written in a diary with a lost key.
My nipples harden when I lose the heat of him after he stands at the edge of the bed. His gray eyes darken and remind me of nighttime storms as he takes me in. All of me.
I can’t remember the last time I was naked in front of anyone. Not like this.
He looks at me like I’m art.
“Fucking beautiful,” he rasps as he kicks his jeans and boxer briefs away. Finally.
His fist wraps around his cock and I spread my legs wider, needing him, wanting to entice him. I watch as pre-cum beads on the crown of his cock and my mouth waters.
Just as I’m about to reach for him, Turner starts to crawl up the bed. Slowly. His hands and lips move over my skin. Way too slowly.
Goosebumps follow behind his touch as he trails up my body. Nothing is left untouched. Every part of me is offered a benediction.
When he slides between my thighs and his nose skims up my neck, he ends his journey with a nip of my earlobe. “You’re a tease,” I sass him.
“I’m savoring you,” he tells me without hesitation. “But as much as I really want to savor you, taste you, I can’t wait any longer to be buried inside you.”
“I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” my words are dancing with amusement.
And it hits me like a bolt of lightning. I’m having fun.
While naked.
With a man I hardly know but yearn for.
A smile lights up my face and Turner blinks at me a few times before his lips sip against mine, like he’s tasting my joy. His hips rock against mine and his length slides between the slick lips of my pussy and against my clit which makes me grip his shoulders.
Or else I’ll float away.
The feeling of him, the heat, has me gasping, “Condom?”
I hate the word as soon as it leaves my mouth.
Turner narrows his eyes. “No.”
My lips part, even though I have no idea what I’m going to say, but I don’t get the chance. Because the tip of his dick finds my entrance and he sinks inside of me, taking my words, my thoughts, and everything else.
The walls of my pussy stretch around him and when he’s buried to the hilt, my nails sink into his shoulders and I arch my back, needing him to move.
“Please,” I moan.