met with a blast of her flavor—sweet, seductive, and addictive. We brush our lips against one another, her softness reaching my more calloused ones. But it continues as the freshness and the delicacy of it is profound, for what I want to build—with her.
When her tongue fully fuses with my own, my gentleman down under urges to find release. And it’s wrong to sleep with her the first night, right? But I’ve imagined this as much as I’ve been fighting it, too.
Her hands rub down my arms, onto my ass, an exploration of sorts that causes every bit of my body to become alert. I’m enjoying the motions of her soft curves when her hand snakes around between us, palming the thin fabric against her hand and my cock.
Our kiss moves from gentle to frantic as she pushes me back, and I move my feet around to where we are horizontal with one another. Our kiss is never broken, but what started as innocent turns to unbridled passion as our mewls spur the other one on. I rotate my body to the side, where we are both lying on our sides on the bed as her hand continues to palm my erection.
My hand travels down to the hem of her tank top and back up as I cup her tits that are more than a handful, twisting her nipples. The whimpers continue as her hand stops for a moment, only to work her way into my pajama pants. I pull back, and our gazes instantly meet.
“Mal, sweetheart, I won’t regret this, but I don’t think…” The problem is I don’t want to think. I only want to feel and feel her right now.
She puts her index finger to my lips with a smile on her face. “I love you. I want you. What is there to think about?”
I don’t fight it, and when her fingers touch my aching dick, I’m lost for what a good argument could be. Wrapping them around my cock, she strokes up and down in lazy yet methodical strokes, and I whip my head back, closing my eyes at the sensation of her touch. It’s all I thought it could be yet more.
“You can’t keep doing this to me,” I warn her, yet it doesn’t stop me from my exploration. Moving her tank top up past her breasts, I suck at one nipple as her strokes on my cock pick up. “I don’t want to come like this,” I admit, and every little tiny reason for the two of us to be apart means nothing right now.
I pull away for a brief second, standing from the bed, when her eyes turn away from me. I know she’s thinking that I’m leaving her, but she could not be more wrong. Moving around to where she is, and closer to the door, I pull her toward me, scooping her in my arms. Reaching for the door, I open it, to walk with her across the hallway and into my own room, my own bed. If I’m going to show her tonight how much I love her, I’m going to do it right. And I really don’t want to give Stewart any ammunition to use against me tomorrow because the walls of the guest room and the office are thin as fuck.
“What are we doing?” she asks but doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “I thought you were leaving me in bed.”
I kiss the bridge of her nose, then kick my bedroom door open. I walk the four steps to my bed, leaning down, placing her gently onto her back, moving the hairs from her beautiful face. “I know you did, and I’m sorry. But if I’m going to have you, I’m going to do it right.”
I rotate my body around, making it back to the door to close it quietly, then lock it behind me. I stalk to her, and she giggles. I want our first night to be special, but we have to be who we are to one another on a daily basis. I’m easygoing, and she giggles way too much, and it’s always music to my ears. Joy on her lips after the shit she’s been through means I know I’m the one who has put it there.
She’s kneeling on the edge of my bed, waiting for me when I move my head to hers, ready to continue my assault on her, and this is what I do. As much as I’d denied it,