strained as her blue eyes follow me, her legs pressing together.
My thoughts still, my hands frozen on her thighs. “Liv, are you a virgin?”
She blushes furiously, then shakes her head. “No, but it’s been a while. And foreplay really wasn’t a thing…”
Jealousy prickles at my pride, but I shove that thought out. Of course, she’s not a virgin. She’s twenty-one, gorgeous, and had a long-term boyfriend. Then my thoughts settle on her words, that it’s been a while, and she’s experienced little foreplay. She watches as I adjust myself in my jeans, realizing we need to slow down.
I drop my good knee on the bed, separating her thighs. Liv peers at me, her nerves and vulnerability so fucking sexy I work to remember this moment. She slowly lies back, allowing me to cover her with my body. I kiss her slowly, our breaths and tongues mixing until I feel her hips flex with desire and need.
Her skin is hot and sweet against my mouth as I kiss my way down her neck, stopping at her bra where her breasts swell over the edges of the cups, full and impossibly perfect. I tug one of the cups down, and her breath hitches. I lick the soft peak of her nipple, and she arches her back. I blow softly against her flesh, watching her nipple harden further, then drop my mouth over the sensitive flesh, flicking my tongue and nipping it with my teeth. Her moan makes me feel like I’m sixteen and about to make a mess in my pants.
I push myself up, kissing her mouth again. Her lips are soft and parted, running her tongue across mine like an invitation. I deepen our kiss, while my fingers brush along her bare nipple, squeezing her breast. Each pressure makes her kiss me harder, her need and lust so intoxicating that it has me desperate to explore more of her body.
I press a final kiss to her lips and release the button of her jeans and pull down the zipper before standing and hooking my fingers into the waistband. I tug the wet denim off her legs and toss it to the ground. Her skin feels cold from the dampness. I run my hands over her thighs, pressing into her soft flesh and pulling her farther down on the bed as I grab hold of her matching underwear and slide them down past her feet.
She closes her eyes, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth. “Look at me, Liv.”
Slowly, she opens her eyes, her lashes looking weighted as she stares at me.
Using my index finger, I trace a line beginning at her pubic bone and down through her folds, increasing my pressure just slightly when I reach her clit. Liv spreads her legs wider at the sensation, arching her back off the bed as her head falls back. I want to hear her beg. Beg for me to make her come and forget about everything she ever thought she knew about sex and how it should be done. Watching her react to just my touch has me mesmerized and makes me want to discover every sensitive spot from this angle where I can watch her. My fingers follow the same line, again and again, rubbing slowly, and with each pass, taking a shorter path to reach the sensitive target. She’s soaking wet. My finger is getting her clit wet even though I haven’t finger fucked her yet. My dick strains painfully against my zipper, and my thoughts swim with images of her on her hands and knees with her legs spread, so I can see her perfect ass while I bury myself inside of her.
I run my finger gently over her clit once again and enjoy watching her hips push forward to increase the pressure. Then, her hips drop, waiting for me to return back to the same area now buzzing with anticipation and alive with nerves, but instead, I move farther down, parting her as I slide my finger inside and feel just how soaking wet and warm she is for me.
She moans my fucking name and lifts her hips off the bed. Her shoulders drop back as she closes her eyes. She wants me as badly as I do her.
I kneel on the bed with my right knee, placing it adjacent with her hips and lower my mouth to her exposed nipple. I lick a fast and hard path from where her breast begins to swell all the way to