Bulldog - Hope Ford Page 0,8
His chest is hard and the muscles ripple as he moves to help me get the shirt off. I barely drop the shirt to the floor and my hands are on his body, exploring him. He lets me, but not as much as I want.
He stops my hands and holds them against his chest. “It’s been a while, and if you want me to last any time at all, you’re going to have to quit touching me.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me. I’m here already.”
He reaches behind me and undoes my bra. “I won’t lie to you. Even to get what I want.”
He pulls the straps off my shoulders and down my arms before tossing it to the chair on the other side of the room. I want to cover myself, or at least cup my breasts and lift them up. I don’t have the same breasts I did in my twenties. Gravity has hit and I’m not too comfortable standing here in front of his perfect specimen of a body with my what could be considered droopy boobs.
As soon as I start to raise my hands, he stops me, grabbing on to each one. “Is this how we’re going to do this? You going to try and hide each part of your body I uncover?”
I could lie to him, but I don’t. “Probably,” I tell him honestly.
He releases one of my hands and cups my breast, flicking his thumb across the hard peak. “No more hiding, Kate, 'cause I want to see it all.”
He’s being honest. I can tell by the way his eyes have darkened that he wants me. Regardless what I think I look like, he’s looking at me like a cake that he can’t wait to devour.
I let my body soften at his words and finally nod my head, giving in to him.
He pulls his pants and underwear down in one swoop and I look down at his length as it springs between us. He’s large and throbbing for me. But before I can reach for him, he has his fingers in the side of my panties and he’s sliding them down my hips. I step out of them and he lays me back on the bed.
He stares down at me for the longest time. He’s stroking his cock and pre cum leaks out of the tip and falls down to my belly like a hot spark. I reach down and find it, rubbing it into my skin. He smiles then, a big smile that takes up his face. My whole body is vibrating, wondering where he’s going to touch me first. When he bends over and touches his lips to mine, I lift my legs around his waist and hold on to him. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he mimics the movement with his hips. He slides down my body, kissing along the way, doing exactly what he said he was going to do, tasting every inch of me until he has his head planted between my legs and he’s breathing me in.
My legs squeeze around his neck, all my insecurities rearing their ugly head again. That is, until he touches me. When his tongue strokes along my hot, swollen slit, my legs fall apart and I lose all sense of reality. He tunnels his tongue in and out of me, tasting me, devouring me, savoring me by the sounds of it. His hand comes up between us, and when he’s circling my bundle of nerves with his finger, I about come off the bed at the sensation.
He’s bringing every want, every need I’ve ever had to the surface, and he’s satisfying me in a way that has never happened before. I don’t have to tell him to the left or the right, it’s like he knows exactly where and how I need to be touched. When I feel it, my legs raise up, my feet curl, and there’s a tug in my lower belly. Already, I’m about to come. I try to back away because I know if already he’s eliciting all these feelings in me, I’m not ready for what else he can do. I try to back away, but his arm comes down on my hips, and he raises his head. His chin is dripping with my juices and his eyes are glazed over. “Honey, if you want me to stop, tell me. But I’m begging you to let me finish. Fuck, you taste so