“Do you want me as much as I do you?” I question, holding my breath, waiting for her response.
“Please.” It’s a plea, a whimper of need, and who am I to deny such a beautiful woman.
Lifting her up, I wait till she wraps her legs around my waist and walk her down the hall and into my bedroom. Shutting the door behind us quietly, I set her on the bed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mr.—Austin.” She giggles, a blush rising on her cheeks.
“Take off your dress, Shortcake. I want to see those curves.”
With torturously slow movements, she shrugs the dress down her body. Once it pools at her feet, I lift my gaze, trailing it up from her feet, to those toned, tanned legs, taking her in inch by inch. The pastel pink panties she’s wearing are cotton and I’m dying to rip them off.
My gaze lifts to her breasts that are encased in a bra that matches the shade of her panties. Her body is curvy, but toned. Her belly button has a little jewel piercing and I wonder what else she’s pierced.
“You’re… incredible…” I murmur, in awe of the stunning girl before me.
“Thank you.” She blushes. “Your turn.”
Her words are shy, but I don’t care. I want her to see me. I need her to look at me. Unbuttoning the shirt, I shrug it over my shoulders and place it on the bed. Unhurriedly, I unzip my slacks and shove them down my legs. With my socks and shoes off, I step out of the trousers. We’re now both exposed in the same way.
“I’ve wanted… I mean… It’s been a long time.” My words are a jumbled mess filled with confused emotion. I’m not unsure of wanting her, but more of what to do with her. I really do feel like a teenager with his first girlfriend, only, I don’t want to do that to her. I want to make sure she enjoys this moment and not remember a fumbling old man who can’t figure out how to pull her panties off.
She shrugs. “I like you, Austin. If you need my assurance, then you have it. I want you.”
Those are the only words I needed. Stepping toward her, I pull her against me. Her smooth, soft skin touching mine has me groaning.
“You feel good,” I breathe against her lips. Reaching around, I unhook her bra and she shoulders it off, dropping it on the floor. Her breasts are a handful, with rosy-peaked nipples that make my mouth water.
I move without hesitation, dipping my head, taking one hardened pebble into my mouth, and sucking it gently. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair, pulling me closer, gripping me with force as I graze my teeth over her flesh.
“Oh, God, Austin.”
Her moans and whimpers turn me feral. My mouth is all over her. My hand slips into her panties, finding a thin landing strip that leads me to bare lips. Dipping a finger into her pussy, I find her drenched.
“You’re wet for me,” I say, in awe of how slick she is. Her heat is intoxicating. Her scent envelops me and my mouth waters.
“Always.” Her word is a confession. A vow. A promise.
I start fingering her sweet cunt. Driving two fingers in and out, my thumb circling her hardened clit. When she starts trembling, I don’t relent. I want to see her come. To fly apart. And she does. Like a bird taking flight, she soars like an eagle taking to the skies.
Her face is euphoric. I watch her ride out the waves of pleasure. When she starts coming down from her orgasm, I remove my hand from her panties and lick both fingers, tasting her sweetness.
“You taste like shortcake,” I inform her on a smirk.
“I want you… inside me.”
Her words have my cock thickening against the material of my boxer briefs. I’ve thought about this moment for so long. For months I’ve pictured her above me, below me. It didn’t matter how. I wanted her body to pulse around my cock.
“Take off those wet panties, lie down, and spread your legs. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
Her blush is gorgeous, but she obeys. The vision of this woman on my bed, her body open for me, is more than I can stand and I almost come right there.
Reaching for the nightstand drawer, I open it, grab a condom, and place it on the bed. In one swift movement, I shove off my boxers and rip the foil wrapper open. Once