breast, his face utterly dark as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. I take a little bit of initiative and draw my bra off, tossing it aside. Then I’m bared before him, my hard nipples jutting proudly between us.
I hear his harsh intake of breath. It makes me flush.
“You are so goddamned beautiful to me,” he whispers, reaching out to cup one of my breasts. “It’s killing me, I swear.”
My cheeks flood with heat. Reaching out a hand of my own, I touch his neck and trail my fingers down his arm. “You’re a Greek god, in case anyone was keeping score.”
That makes him chuckle, his eyes crinkling. His humor is infectious and I find myself smiling softly.
“What?” I say.
“I never know what you’re about to say, that’s all. I find you surprising, continually.” His eyes wander down my body.
He runs his hands down my sides, finding the fullness of my hips between his two hands. He kisses me again, firmly and passionately, making me gasp with want. I hardly realize that he’s stripping off my leggings until they are gone, until I am left with a skimpy pair of black lace panties as my last layer.
He leans down and presses his face close to my mons, inhaling. “Fuck, you smell so good. It should be illegal to smell like this.”
He starts to touch the tiny triangle of damp fabric between my legs, running his fingers down from the hem to the vee of my thighs. I let my eyelids flutter closed as his clever fingers begin trailing closer and closer to my aching slit. God, even this much friction is incredible.
He kisses me, his lips and tongue every bit as clever as his fingers. I’m shamelessly excited by him, by what lies ahead. I know nothing except how those fingers and that tongue make me feel.
Soon my panties too are gone, slid down my legs by his hasty hands. I look up at him as he spreads my thighs wide.
“Fuck,” he says, running his hands down my inner thighs. “You’re shaved smooth. Fuck!” He swallow, his eyes dark with excitement. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, little witch.”
He brushes his fingers along my slit. I groan, trying to stay still.
“Ah, fuck,” he murmurs.
I’m wet for him, excited beyond measure, unsure that this is really happening. He traces the line of my slit, gathering the evidence of my excitement of his fingertips. When he draws his fingers to his mouth, glistening with my wetness, my mouth falls open.
He closes his eyes briefly, moaning a little. Has anything ever been sexier than watching Lars lick my juices off of his own fingers?
Then he lifts himself up, his fingers going to his waistband. I watch, wide eyed, as he begins to unzip his pants. His cock springs free almost immediately, unencumbered by any underwear. My eyes zero in on it. It’s long, thick, and perfectly pink.
My mouth starts to water.
He’s going to fucking stretch me out with that perfect cock of his.
I shouldn’t be surprised to find out that Lars is well endowed, but my jaw does drop a little anyway. He shoves his pants down and steps out of them completely. Now he’s naked before me, his thighs and hips as taut with muscle as the rest of him.
There is even that little vee of muscle at his hip bone. I shiver when I see that. My fingers reach out to touch that vee, without my ever having consciously thought about it. He moves closer, allowing my inspection.
And why not? He’s certainly got nothing to hide.
My heart in my throat, I know that this is it. I’m going to lose my heart to Lars, right here and now. Once he has sex with me, spends the night making me call out his name, that will be it for me.
I’m already in love with him. By touching me, by exciting me, by fucking me… he’s going to ruin me for everyone else on the planet. He’s going to shred my heart.
And yet, I can’t stop. I won’t. I grip his hip, looking at him with a pleading gaze.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “I’m on fire for you, Lars.”
When he finds my pussy with his fingers again, stroking up and down the slit in rhythmic caresses, his gaze latches onto mine.
In his clear blue eyes, I see an expression of pure want. As his hand works a little faster, I make tiny mms and ohhhs of pleasure.