I move so I can straddle his lap as we continue kissing, and he moves his hands all over my body; it makes me ache and want more.
Things get heated up, but he doesn’t pressure me for more.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want, baby?” he rasps in my ear.
“More,” I whisper. I don’t know what I want; I just know I’m burning up for him.
He stands up while I’m still straddling him, and I’m instantly amazed at his strength. I wrap my legs around him as he walks us to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed and moves on top of me. He kisses down my neck and shoulder. It sends a shiver through my body.
I tug at his shirt. I want to feel his skin.
He kneels above me and takes his shirt off. I bite my lip just looking at him. Fuck, my sin is so sexy.
He moves his hands to my dress, and I nod my head.
He removes my dress and sucks in a breath at the red lacy underwear I am wearing.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“You need to tell me when you want me to stop. You look fucking good enough to eat,” he rasps.
I nod my head, trusting that he would stop if I told him to.
He moves back down and starts kissing and licking me while moving closer to my breasts.
He moves one out of my bra so he can suck my nipple into his mouth. I can’t help but gasp at the sensation.
I never thought that would feel so good. My legs clench onto his sides as he devours my breasts.
Before I know what’s happening, an orgasm washes over me. I let out a moan, and it takes a couple minutes to register what just happened.
“Shit,” I whisper in horror.
“Baby,” he says softly.
“I didn’t know that could happen,” I plead with him.
“That was hot at fuck that you got off on my playing with your breasts. I can’t wait to hear those noises from you again. There is no need to be embarrassed about what just happened. I found it fucking sexy,” he says before pushing his hips down so that I feel exactly how he felt about what just happened.
It’s hard not to feel embarrassed. The way he’s looking at me is helping though.
Can you love the way someone looks at you? How can someone look at me as if they can’t believe they have me and that I’m the best thing that has happened to them?
I don’t know how I look at him, but he is sinking himself into every piece of me. All my cracks and breaks are mending through his loving touch.
This feeling can be consuming and also scary at the same time.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” I ask in a whisper.
“Baby, you don’t need to help me. This was about you. We have forever to try everything together. We don’t need to push you farther then you are ready for,” he tells me.
“I know. I’m not pushing myself. I kind of want to touch it. See how it feels,” I tell him.
He smiles at me. “Okay baby, touch me all you want. My body is yours,” he says and lays back.