I’ve also never been naked in front of a man. One I know has a perfect body under that suit of his.
All my insecurities go out the window as I watch Sean’s eyes roam over me. He likes what he sees. He can’t get enough of me. He traces over every curve of my body, making me feel more desirable then I ever thought was possible.
“I think it’s only fair if you get undressed, too.”
He leans over me, kissing me. My eyes fall closed as I let him. I don’t kiss him back. I enjoy him taking over. “I don’t trust myself to take my clothes off.”
“Tonight is about me?” That’s what he’d said. I can’t believe the things I keep saying out loud to him. I like it though.
“I’m going to make you never want to leave this bed.” I don’t tell him that it’s not going to be hard for him to do. Not when I still want a taste of him for myself, too.
“Tomorrow you’re fair game.” I spread my legs wider, lifting my hips to try and get friction. “I need you,” I breathe. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. The ache has grown to be almost unbearable. I can feel how wet my panties are and I’m pretty sure he can see it, too. I should be embarrassed but I’m not. I want this. I want him.
“I’ve got you, cupcake. You just lie there and enjoy everything I’m about to do to you.” He takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan out his name, letting him have his way with me.
7
Sean
I suck her pert nipple into my mouth. The rest of her body is as soft as her lips. I switch breasts, needing to taste both. Her fingers dig into my hair, letting me know she’s enjoying what I’m doing to her body. With each taste I get, I become more addicted to her.
“Sean.” She whimpers my name, trying to lift her hips, but I’ve got them pinned down with my body. Instead she starts to wiggle, trying to get friction on her clit. She’s needy and trying to get off on her own, but I can’t have that. I want her first orgasm to be from my mouth. To drink her down and taste her pleasure. To make her come so many times that she’ll never want to leave me.
I let go of her nipple, slipping more down her body. My mouth hungrily licks and kisses her soft belly. My hands grip her full, lush hips, digging my fingers into her. No, she is nothing like the women that come into my club.
She is ripe and full. She’s made for a man to grab on to and take over and over again. Her body is built for loving and I want to spend my life proving that I’m the one meant to be giving it to her. That I’m the only one that’s ever going to taste or have her.
I release her hips, sliding more down her body. I push the skirt she has on up over her thighs. I groan when I see the simple cotton white panties with little bows on the side. Her arousal has soaked through, leaving a wet spot that has my mouth watering to taste her. I can smell her sweet cunt and I want my taste.
She really is innocent. I wonder how far she’s gone with a man before. I push that thought away when anger licks up my spine. Thinking about her with anyone else gives me that reaction. She is mine now. I’ll be the only man tasting, touching or making love to her from now on.
I don’t care who came before me but I will be the last here. I get myself under control, slipping the panties down her legs so that I don’t rip them from her body. These are mine now. I put them into the pocket of my slacks, not caring if it makes me a sick bastard for stealing her panties. The urge to bring them to my nose almost wins out, but I’ll save that for later.
Her pussy looks almost bare with only a small dusting of blond hair. I lean in, breathing in her sweetness. Fuck. She can’t be real. No woman can be this soft or smell this good. I want to undo my pants and fuck her raw. The need to fill her with my cum and mark her as mine is almost