explode. I pushed up on my arms and stood. For a split second I saw the cloud of confusion darken her beautiful face. But it cleared right up when I pushed my sweats and boxer briefs down.
I stepped out of my clothes and watched her taking in my naked form. Her eyes traveled from my chest, down my abs, and widened when they alighted on my rock-hard erection, jutting out from my body. A flush rose up her chest, neck, and cheeks as she stared at my manhood. I’d never had any complaints in that department. I’d been gifted genetically. I supposed it was a trade-off for being so damn fertile.
When she licked her lips this time, there was no convincing the head below my waist that it wasn’t intended for him. He jumped in excitement and my balls curled up tightly.
Before that moment, if someone would’ve asked me if it was physically possible for me to come without some sort of manual, oral, or vaginal stimulation, I would’ve said no. Absolutely fucking not. But as I stood before Josie now, I wasn’t so damn sure. If she kept looking at me like a starving person at a buffet, there was a chance I might just blow my load into the air.
Realizing how embarrassing that would be, I returned to the bed. I hovered above her, resting my forearms on either side of her face. As I looked down at her I was as overwhelmed, if not more so, by her beauty than I had been the first time I’d seen her.
She was the sort of beautiful that even a picture couldn’t capture, and no words would ever properly describe. Part of that was her outer appearance, but there was more to it than that. It was like she was lit from the inside and wherever she was, that light shone through.
Urgency roared in me as her fingers explored my shoulders, back, neck, and threaded through my hair. I loved the way her discovery of my body felt. There was an innocent boldness to it that had me wanting to drive into her and claim her as my own. I wanted to brand my name in each thrust. I wanted to make love to her until she forgot any other men existed. I wanted her wake up sore from our night together. That way she’d be reminded of me with every step.
But I knew that I had to go slow.
Josie had only had sex once in her life, and that was a decade ago. I needed to make sure that her body was primed and ready. I needed to take my time and contain the primal urges that she alone inspired.
Slowly, I lowered down and pressed my lips to her forehead. Next I moved to her left cheek then right. After that it was her nose and chin before I covered her mouth with mine.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and surrendered to the kiss completely. I gently sucked first her top then her lower lip between mine, licking and nipping them both. She returned the favor, her tongue running along my lips and her teeth sinking into them. When our lips met, hers parted and I deepened the kiss, taking my time, memorizing the way her tongue felt, the way it moved against mine, the way she tasted. Everything.
I shifted my knee, bringing my lower body in line with hers. The engorged head of my cock pressed against the wet heat of her sex and twitched in anticipation of the paradise that awaited me. I moved a hand between our bodies and gripped my rock-hard shaft, after I pushed my balls—which were tucked so tightly up against my body I was surprised I hadn’t already popped off—down in hopes to prolong the experience.
With the restraint of a saint, I ran my tip along Josie’s wet slit. When my finger had been inside of her, her inner walls had gripped my digit like a finger trap. I knew just how fucking tight she was, and that only made me harder and larger as all the blood in my body filled my erection to a near-painful point.
Her thighs spread wider, her breaths got shorter and shorter, and her seam pulsed like her body was actively trying to pull me inside of her. “Please.” Her demand was laced with desperation. “I want to feel you. I need you.”
Hearing her words caused an explosion of tingles to erupt in my southern region.