feel you,” she said around our kiss as she tugged at my shirt. “Take it off,” she demanded, and I reached behind my head, grabbed the fabric, and pulled it free. “Oh my God, that was sexy. Put it back on and do that again!” She grabbed for my shirt and threw it back at me.
“Seriously?” I asked through a laugh, and she nodded, her eyes bulging wide.
“Yes. How did you do that? We don’t take off our shirts like that. Do. It. Again!” She was so happy that I did as she’d asked. Her jaw dropped. “Always take your shirts off like that. Every time. Okay? Promise me.”
“I promise,” I said before touching the bottom of her shirt and lifting it slightly, exposing her tanned skin. I pressed my mouth there, licking and nibbling my way across her stomach, as her hips lifted and started gyrating in small circles. “You begging for me without words, baby?” I asked, staring at the lower half of her body, and she stopped moving completely.
“I’m just”—she lifted her head to look at me—“so turned on. I want you inside me.”
I shook my head. “Not yet. I’ve waited too long for this moment to not enjoy it.”
“Who says you won’t enjoy being in me?” She pretended to be offended, and I stopped myself from grinning.
“I’m going to enjoy every inch of you first. Now, stop talking, Danika. Unless you’re screaming my name, I don’t want to hear any more words.”
“Damn. You’re bossy,” she said, and I shot her a look before she added, “I like it though.”
I liked it too. There was something about feeling strong around an already-strong woman that was an absolute turn-on. It was like she empowered me and added to my strength instead of doing the opposite that so many guys warned about.
Kissing her stomach, I inched my mouth lower at the same time as my hands worked on the button of her jeans. It came undone with a pop, and I moved to the zipper, dragging it down. Her hips wiggled as she tried to help me get her out of them.
Leaning back on my legs, I used both hands to tug and pull the fabric around her hip bones, which were currently my favorite things. They stood out, begging to be noticed, so I leaned forward, kissing each one before going back to her jeans. When I had shoved them down enough, she started kicking, turning them inside out before casting them away. My breath hitched as I took her in. Seeing her almost naked for the first time was overwhelming. I lost all my words.
My hands moved instinctively to her ankles before my fingertips brushed up the length of her calves to her knees. I wanted to touch every inch of her naturally bronzed skin. She was so damn soft, and I was nothing but rough edges and callous hands. I thought I breathed out a curse as I looked at her, but I had no idea what my mouth had said. I ran my hands up her thighs, skimming around the hem of her underwear but not going inside. She sucked in a breath.
“You like that?” I asked, feeling like a damn superhero at how my touch was causing her to react. It only made me want to do it more. I wanted to own her body, her movements, her pleasure.
“I’m not allowed to talk,” she said, and I let out a soft huff.
“Who knew you were so obedient?” I teased.
“I can stop,” she said, but it wasn’t believable. Danika was pliable under my touch, willing to do whatever I asked.
I responded with a resounding, “No,” and her eyes rolled back into her head as she closed them, her hips moving to grind against my hand.
I’d never imagined Danika being submissive in any way, but having her like this for our first time in bed was perfect. I guessed a part of me needed her to listen and not fight back for once.
My fingers skated over her panties, across her pussy, and her entire body clenched as the heels of her feet dug into the bed.
“Chance,” she breathed out, and I smiled, knowing what she craved.
Lowering my head between her thighs, I licked at the fabric of her panties. The sound that escaped her lips made me want to fuck my own mattress; it was so hot. I kept licking her, panties still in place, knowing that it was driving her as crazy as it was