widened at the sight of me. Unabashed, she slipped out of her tank, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
I’m a dead man…
Her skin was luminous in the dim light. The green gem on its gold chain glinted between her breasts that were fucking perfection. I bent and kissed her there.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against the beat of her heart. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of her, savoring this moment. Her arms cradled my head, fingers sinking into my hair.
She gently raised my face to hers, eyes and fingers trailing over my lips and nose and eyebrows. The moment held and then we kissed, a last, gentle touch. Then Thea got up on her knees and pressed her body against mine. Skin to skin, her breasts against my chest. My hands slid down the silken skin of her back to the waistband of her jean shorts, then around to undo the buttons. Her fingers tore at the zipper on my jeans, our eyes meeting between frantic, biting kisses.
I kicked out of my pants as she stripped out of her shorts. Clad only in lacy pink underwear, she leaned back, propped on one hand while her other trailed down between her legs. My erection grew painful as her fingers made circles over her panties. In answer, my hand went down the front of my boxer briefs, and I stroked myself while her fingers rubbed and dampened the silk of her underwear.
Holy fucking shit…
“Oh God, Jimmy,” she said, watching me, her breath coming short. “No man’s ever made me feel like this. Made me want this so bad.”
“Good,” I said.
I withdrew my hand and hauled her onto my lap so she straddled me, her dampness tight on my erection; her silk against the cotton. I kissed her raw and deep.
She whimpered into my mouth and rolled her hips against mine. I gripped her with both hands to grind her harder while my mouth found one of her nipples. I sucked and bit as she rode me. Her head fell back, fingernails scraping the back of my neck as I moved her on my lap, tortured by the clothing still left between us, and savoring what was to come when I tore it away.
“No more, I can’t…” she cried. “Jimmy, please. Now…”
I took her nipple mercilessly one last time, before laying her roughly down on the bed. I tugged off her panties and stared a moment at the sight of her, naked and perfect and mine. Then I stripped out of my underwear and Thea let out another of those little moans.
“God, you’re going to ruin me for anyone else.”
I kneeled above her. “You’ve already ruined me.”
She ringed her hands around my neck and pulled me down. I lay over her, straining to be inside her but holding back by a damn thread.
“I’ll go slow,” I said, bracing my arms on either side of her face. “Whatever you want. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
Her body beneath mine softened everywhere at those words, melting against me, her legs opening to take me, and I settled between them. Every molecule in my body screamed to feel the wet heat that was between her legs and sink myself deep into it.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered against my lips. “Right now.”
“Wait, I need a condom,” I gasped.
Thea shook her head. “I’m on the pill and I want to feel everything.”
She tilted her hips up, offering. My need to have her roared in my ears so I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. She reached between us; her brazen eyes holding mine as she rubbed the tip of my cock against her soft wetness.
“Thea…” I gritted out. “Jesus…”
“I want you to feel everything,” she said and then moved her fingers to spread herself for me. “I want you so bad…”
It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to slide slowly into her instead of thrusting hard and deep. Her tightness gripped me like a fist, wet and hot and slick. My eyes fell shut, and a moan rose out of me when she lifted her hips to take more, her hands at the small of my back, clinging to me as I sank inside her.
“Oh God,” she breathed, her voice in whispery tatters. “God, yes. Just like that. Ah, God…”
She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as I entered her completely, hip to hip, her body taking all of me.