It’s the sweetest reward in the world.
Yes, I’ve already made her come. Yes, I’ve already tasted her delicious pussy. But this time, she’s choosing it. She’s initiating it.
Her mouth parts on a sigh, and I eagerly swipe my tongue inside. Her hips rock against mine. My control snaps.
My palms come under her thighs, and then I’m lifting her into the air, walking us up the stairs.
I’m painfully aware of how fragile this moment is. How she could change her mind at any second.
Gently laying her on the bed, I chase her mouth with mine, rocking my hips against hers, letting her feel how much I need her.
I’m not a soft and gentle guy. But I know that this first timeneeds that. I can be patient.
Emily pushes at my top, trying to remove it. I grab the hem with one hand and pull it off, leaning back on my knees. She audibly gulps, tracing the patterns of my tattoos with her eyes.
“Eli,” she whispers, feathering her fingers down my chest, then my abs, resting them on the button of my jeans.
“I’m yours, Angel,” I confess, though I’m sure she already knows. “Do what you want with me.”
She pops the button. Then slides the zip down.
I stand from the bed, and push my jeans off my hips, letting them and my briefs hit the floor in a soft thud.
“I don’t like being the only one naked,” I say, placing my hands on my hips.
She bites her lips gently, a moment of hesitation passing before she reaches to pull her top over her head. God, she’s gorgeous. All that tanned, soft skin.
My patience fraying, I pull her body towards me, then grip the waistband of her joggers. I wait, needing her confirmation in this moment. Her chin dips.
Then she’s deliciously naked and spread out like a feast just for me. My eyes roam over her exposed flesh as I move to crawl over her.
She tries to push me away, covering her soft curves like she’s trying to hide from me. That pisses me off.
“Why are you trying to hide from me?” I growl, my voice rough with desire.
Her chest rises and falls in quick breaths, her amber eyes clouded with lust—but also something else. A flicker of embarrassment. It stops me in my tracks.
I pull back slightly, my gaze sweeping over her body, taking in every part of her. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Angel. Why would you ever think you need to hide yourself?”
She tries to pull me back down, her hands pressing against my chest, but I’m not ready to let this go. Not yet.
“You know how sexy I find you,” I murmur, my voice soft but firm. “So what is it?”
She groans in frustration and covers her face with her hands. The soft sound of her voice, muffled by her fingers, makes my chest tighten.
I take hold of her wrists, intertwining our fingers, forcing her to look at me. “Tell me,” I insist.
“It’s just my stomach…” she trails off, her voice small, like she’s unsure if it even matters.
“This stomach?” I ask, my fingers brushing over her skin, just above her stomach. “This one?” I punctuate my words by lowering my head to kiss the soft curve of her belly. My hands trail up her sides, sliding over her waist, grabbing handfuls of her.
Her giggle is soft, but it does something to me. It’s like a breath of fresh air.
I lift my head, staring into her eyes. “You’re perfect, Emily.” I kiss her again, gentle, almost reverent, before continuing. “There’s nothing about you that I want to hide, and I’m not going to let you feel like you need to.”
I feel her softening beneath me, her hands resting on my chest, but her gaze is still uncertain.
"Tell me it’s okay,” I murmur. “Tell me I can make you feel like you deserve.”