Elaina stood and paused a moment before sliding down one strap off her shoulder and down her arm.
I swallowed.
Then she took down the strap on the other shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat or two.
Sky blue lace fell with a metallic click of the clasp hitting the wooden floor.
Oh f**kin’ hell, she’s more lovely than I ever imagined she could be.
Elaina was beautifully made no doubt, but then this was not news to me, either. I’d always known she’d be perfect. I guess what blew me away was just how amazing a thing it was for her to trust me enough, to offer herself to me, to want me. That and the fact I was the lucky bastard getting the offer, and the chance to see her like this.
“You take my breath away, beautiful girl.” I stepped forward and palmed the weight of one perfectly sized breast. She arched back with a soft cry when I touched her nipple with my fingers and tugged gently to make it pucker up.
“So do you,” she whispered.
I dipped my head down to the other nipple and did the same to it with my tongue instead of my fingers. I got drunk on the taste and feel of her gorgeous tits in my mouth and hands.
I was greedy with her, alternating between the two until I couldn’t wait to see my vision of her standing before the window another second.
No, I hadn’t forgotten. My desperate f**kin’ wish was going to happen or I’d die trying.
I dragged my mouth off one breast with a suctioned pull, her hands still buried in my hair, the angled arch of her body positioned to give me access, the sexy protest rolling out of her throat as I released her, all signals showing me she wanted this just as much as I did.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, tightening her grip to keep me close.
“I want to have you naked in front of the window,” I blurted.
She stilled, loosening her hold, letting her hands fall down to my shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine and I knew she was going to do it.
Slowly dragging those magic hands of hers over my shoulders, she raked them across my chest, tracing around each of my ni**les with a finger before pulling away from me completely.
The cock-and-balls party in full force down below was now in violation of disturbing the peace, but I couldn’t do a thing about it.
Elaina’s hands came to rest on the only garment still covering her body. Those pale blue skimpy lace knickers. Just f**kin’ kill me already before I die an inhumane death.
She slipped her thumbs beneath lace at each hip.
That inhumane death I was worried about was going to happen regardless of my fears, and the meaning behind the expression ‘exquisite torture’ made absolute perfect f**kin’ sense to me too.
Just some simple life truths about Neil Emmett McManus. Accepted and understood.
My c**k was agonizingly hard in my shorts, as time slowed down to imperceptible increments of forward movement. I’d waited so long for this, and wanted her so desperately, it was all I could manage to hold myself back—to control the urge to pull her beneath me and bury myself inside her—until the raging ache to claim her got some relief. I wanted to. I needed to.
I’d passed the point of no return with Elaina, and realized the signs clearly. No more waiting or enduring the agony of seeing her with other men, knowing they were getting something that was meant to belong only to me. I simply had to be connected to her, in both body and spirit, in order to soothe the savage craving tormenting me from the inside out for so long.
I forced myself to breathe deeply, watching as my beautiful girl slipped the lacy blue knickers over her hips, down those toned gorgeous legs of hers, gave a sexy little kick with a pointed foot, first with one leg and then the other, until the scrap landed silently somewhere in the room.
Fuck me into next week. I think I did die a bit watching her sexy strip show, my pathetic brain on such extreme sensual overload, there wasn’t much more I could do except expire while I took in the sight of the perfect beauty before me. My Cherry Girl.
My eyes still worked, even if my mind had gone to Elaina Land and was stumbling around gleefully with no clear direction other than, I have you naked in front of the window right now, and I’ll be inside you even sooner. She’d given me the most beautiful gift.
Her hair was luxuriously dark and silky, falling to midway down her back. I wanted to take it in handfuls to bind her against me while we f**ked, using the length of it for leverage. I had so many ideas about what we could do, but right now I could only breathe and stare.
I’d had a healthy obsession with her hair for years—this I knew. Hell, it was the basis for the nickname I’d bestowed on her when she was young, and right then , was serving as her only covering. The mahogany red waves flowing down her shoulders and trailing over one breast but leaving the other bare, made my fantasy vision, utterly complete in every way.
Wordless. There weren’t any I could have used to describe her at that point. Useless to even try. She was beautiful, and naked, and wanting me to make love to her for the first time. Nothing else existed.